Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 19

Michelle

I skipped school this week. The fear of Thomas trying to find me kept me locked in my room, but tonight I’m at a place where that guy isn’t invited: the party at the frathouse. I’m standing in a long line with countless pretty women. They are all wearing dresses, high heels, and earrings. Beautiful people. It makes me anxious about my own outfit watching them.

Should I have worn something different than a cardigan? Is it weird that I came with comfortable, snug clothing? Even my sweatpants are pretty loose.

Not that I have many clothes to choose from. I’m not rich, and I’m sure I can have fun even if I’m not looking all bling-bling. I washed my hair before coming here, though, and now a brown braid hangs over the right side of my collarbone.

I feel pretty.

Will Maddox think that too? I blink up at the house. Music is playing, and people are already loud on the balcony. Everyone seems to have fun, but I can’t relax.

I still haven’t made up with Maddox, and he has been blowing up my phone these past few days. Then, when I finally agreed to answer my phone because I couldn’t take the vibrations anymore, he said we needed to talk in person.

His stressed, almost desperate tone confused me. I’m not sure what Maddox wants. Apologize to me? It doesn’t seem like something that he would ever do.

“Hey, Michelle?”

I turn around and notice Jason waving at me from his car. He jumps out with a big smile, and I wave back at him until seeing Maddox jumping out from the passenger side.

My heart kicks up speed, and I stand rooted to the spot. I glue my eyes to the gargantuan football player. Maddox seems to have come home straight from the gym and shoves his big hands into the pocket of his grey sweatpants.

“You came.”

My pulse is skyrocketing. Facing Maddox after our fight makes discomfort crawl underneath my skin. I don’t want to be his enemy, but I’m terrified of being hurt

are parched, and there is a lump in my throat. Maddox’s intense eyes are kept on mine, yet I find the

twitch, and then he lifts his attention, eyeing the line leading up the house. Jason is already by the door, and Maddox sighs before grabbing my hand. “Come. There is no

“Uh… Okay?”

peer up at him. He is sweaty and kind

the living room. “Do you need anything, or will you be fine waiting for me? It will only take like twenty minutes, and then we can talk. I could leave you on

but most people are outside in the little garden

inside the living room, and a smile curls my

taking one of the chips bowls into my lap. A mischievous plan forms inside

more of a fight. The truth is that under normal circumstances, I would demand Maddox to talk to me

a smile. It comes out reluctant as if he doesn’t fully trust I’m okay with waiting for him. “I will head upstairs. Don’t go anywhere. Give me

heels. The floor thuds underneath his feet as he walks up the stairs. I watch his broad, muscular

between my

his big, sweaty muscles underneath my

is waltzing down slut lane already. I swallow thickly and give myself a mental slap.

the bowl of chips and slam down my butt on the couch. It doesn’t take long until the room is crowded. The music is

one hand down in the bowl until my heart

in through the door. Tall and muscular, stupidly pretty with black hair and ice-blue eyes, but I can’t find a

No, please

Not him

on my throat when a smile curls his lips. He steps past Lionel and hangs up his

run. Who am I even kidding? Thomas would catch up with me. I can’t outrun a jock and find it

One step.