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.

you afraid of eating

“No.” I’m lying

over my head. He disarmed me

from his hands, but I

that football victory, is suspiciously flirtatious. He persuades and cajoles. He could probably charm a manager-seeking Karen at the supermarket into admitting

illusion; therefore, I can’t allow myself to let my guard down. “Then just enjoy the food and don’t overthink,” Maddox says and shrugs a massive shoulder. Ah, there it is. The I-don’t-give-a-fuck

in a low tone.

don’t go too deep. He asks me weird stuff, like

I dig into my dessert, Maddox

seems to slow down, and it feels like someone has placed a heavy weight over my

friends to talk with. “They

you’re fine

just ask whatever he wants and

Probably.

the king of unfiltered questions and intense

another solution, and I’m tired of them asking me for money even though I’m a

do you

Maddox a chance to get to know me, Call me silly, but I

hours didn’t suit me, so I’m searching for a new one, “I

parents. Did they mistreat you or something? Is

Mistreat me?

a couple of times, but my real fear comes from when Thomas raped me. I couldn’t do anything,

wake up

stare out into the distance. “Yeah, that’s probably why

on the same team or as if we are friends. It’s endearing, but the big guy doesn’t look

His nostrils flare. “What?”

bite back

“Yes?” He drawls.

tell whether you like us hanging out or if you hate it. Now you’re wearing a frown

going with this, but whatever I said changes

down, merciless, yet not as cold as usual. “You’re weird and silent, but I have a feeling there is more to

smile. “You

what is your