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

like snow and salt. But I’m already in over my head. He disarmed me when

hands, but I know I can’t get used to it because he might pounce on me like a

cajoles. He could probably charm a manager-seeking Karen at the supermarket into admitting she was in the

guard down. “Then just enjoy the food and don’t overthink,” Maddox says

say in a low

and Maddox and I talk about on-the-surface stuff. We don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like my favorite color and what kind of flower I prefer, we talk about

when I dig into my dessert, Maddox throws a question that makes

contact with your parents at all?” The world seems to slow down, and it feels like someone has placed a heavy weight over my

if I can trust Maddox, but I don’t have any other friends to talk with. “They picked alcohol over their own daughter,

you’re fine

does this guy just ask whatever he wants and expect people to give him honest

Probably.

is the king of unfiltered questions

another solution, and I’m tired of them asking me for money even though I’m a poor college student. I have a scholarship, and

you

in my seat. I don’t like the questions, but… I’m trying to give Maddox a

so I’m searching for a new one, “I blush when I

they mistreat you or something? Is that why you’re so

Mistreat me?

of times, but my real fear comes

I wake

that’s probably why I’m so timid and easily

the same team or as if we

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back

“Yes?” He drawls.

a laugh before talking. “I sometimes can’t tell whether you like us hanging out or if you hate it.

unsure where I’m going with this, but whatever I said changes the demeanor on

bad company,” his eyes rake me up and down, merciless, yet not as cold as usual. “You’re weird and silent,

“You

sort of secrets… Like, what is your favorite hobby? And for the love of God, don’t say