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

Maddox’s intense eyes are kept on mine, yet I find

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 need for you to stand in line when you personally know us. Lionel

“Uh… Okay?”

peer up at him. He is sweaty and kind of stinks, but his expression makes me blush. I’ve never seen him

into 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

thundering around us, but most people are outside in the little garden

the living room,

planning on taking one of the chips bowls into my lap. A mischievous plan forms inside my head. “Y-yeah, I

talk to me now, but I’m hungry, and the solution is right there. Grill chips in a lime

trust I’m okay with waiting for

underneath his feet as he walks up the stairs. I watch his broad, muscular back. He really is big. Pumped, swollen and sweaty from having pushed his muscles to the limits at the

shoots between

sweaty muscles underneath my palms felt so strong. It would be heaven being dominated

head is waltzing down slut lane already. I swallow

doesn’t take long until the room is crowded. The music is louder, and most hot

watch them with half-interest, eating chips with one hand down in the

hair and ice-blue eyes, but I can’t

No, please

Not him

a smile curls his lips. He steps past Lionel and hangs up his leather jacket without looking away from

catch up with me. I can’t outrun a jock and find it harder to breathe the longer

One step.