Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 11

Michelle

I don’t belong at this fancy restaurant, and my only comfort is that Maddox doesn’t fit in either.

Not when he is wearing sweatpants and a hoodie-the only thing he had with him to the game. The rest of his stuff is in the back of his car.

I eye his chest, and even though his muscles are hidden behind the fabric and some cheesy slogan from our college, they are still visible. Firm and snug. Maddox is in peak condition. 1

My cheeks turn molten when his eyes catch me looking, and I stare at the floor instead. We finish our drinks in silence. There is no sign of our food, and the atmosphere is thick

Awkward.

Tense.

“They usually aren’t this slow,” Maddox comments. “Maybe they burned our food or something.”

“I bet it would still taste good even if they burnt it. I’ve never eaten at a classy dinner before. The chefs here could probably serve me dog shit, and I would still like it.” Maddox chokes on his drink and laughs tears. “Did prim and proper Michelle just say the word “dog shit” in a sentence?”

Did I?

Oh.

I did.

I shyly smile at him. “I’m not good at handling alcohol.”

He pushes his drink towards me. “If I had known alcohol could unwind you, I would have bought you a drink long ago. Here, have mine too.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” “Maybe?” I narrow my eyes at him and blush. “You’re a terrible influence. Please don’t try to inspire me to become an alcoholic.”

“You don‘t have to drink. That’s not why I brought you here.” “You don’t want me to drink?”

Warm blue eyes move over me. “No. I want you to eat with me.”

I go still and let my eyes roam his face. Maddox tilts his head as if trying to read whatever is in my expression. Whatever he sees has his features warming up around the edges.

“Are you afraid of

“No.” I’m lying

over my head. He disarmed me when he kissed me, and now

but I know I can’t get used to it because he

could probably

tomorrow. This is an illusion; therefore, I can’t allow myself to let my guard down. “Then just enjoy the food and don’t overthink,”

say in a low

don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and what kind

my dessert, Maddox throws a question that

you have any contact with your parents at all?” The world seems to slow down,

I don’t have any other friends to talk with. “They picked alcohol

fine

wants and expect people to

Probably.

king of unfiltered questions and intense

a poor college student. I have a scholarship,

do you pay for

squirm in my seat. I don’t like the questions, but… I’m trying to give Maddox a chance to get to know me, Call me silly, but I think we

searching for a new one, “I blush when I catch myself sounding like a beggar. “Anyway, let’s t-talk

mistreat you or something? Is that why you’re

Mistreat me?

me a couple of times, but my real fear comes from when Thomas

I wake

the distance. “Yeah, that’s probably why I’m so timid

“we” as if we are on the same team or as if we are friends. It’s endearing, but the big guy doesn’t look amused when he catches me

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back a

“Yes?” He drawls.

you hate it. Now you’re wearing a frown and

said changes the

bad company,” his eyes rake me up and down, merciless, yet not as cold as usual.

“You think

you keep all sort of secrets… Like, what is your