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.”

and up until he is towering over me. My pulse is skyrocketing. Facing Maddox after our fight makes discomfort crawl underneath my skin. I don’t want to be

are parched, and there is a lump in my throat. Maddox’s intense eyes are kept on mine, yet I find the courage to continue talking. “You said… You said

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

“Uh… Okay?”

line, and I peer up at him. He is sweaty and kind of

you need anything, or will you be fine waiting for me? It will

is thundering around us, but most people are

chips inside the living

chips bowls into my lap. A mischievous plan forms inside

talk to me now,

Maddox attempts 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

feet as he walks up the stairs.

shoots between

Maddox is so big, and his big, sweaty muscles underneath my palms felt so strong.

when I realize my head is waltzing down slut lane already. I swallow

down my butt on the couch. It doesn’t take long until the room is crowded. The music is louder, and most hot girls are already drunk

them with half-interest, eating chips with one hand down in the bowl until my

muscular, stupidly pretty with black hair and

No, please

Not him

crawl up my spine, and fear grips a vise grip on my throat when a smile curls his lips. He steps past Lionel and hangs

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

One step.