Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 21

Michelle

Despite the hurting in my heart and the images of Thomas Hennington haunting my brain, I can’t help but let my gaze slide over to Maddox. He is calmly driving his black BMW, eyes on the road.

He beat up Thomas so easily. I know violence isn’t the answer to most of the earth’s questions, yet my blood pumps faster seeing his flexing biceps as he turns the steering wheel. Holy shit.

I try not to stare at Maddox even though he is focusing on driving, afraid that when he does glance down, he will find my eyes molesting his front side. I can’t believe there is an outline of his pecs.

I also can’t believe how incredible this guy’s body is.

His tanned arms have a light smattering of hair, and the color of his skin is a beautiful contrast to his white t-shirt. The sandy hair is fixed tonight, though a bit on the wild side after he got physical. “You’re staring.”

I almost choke at the tone of his voice. Maddox is still looking out the window, not even glancing my way. Still, I’m grateful the dark light hides the maddening blush on my face.

“Sorry…” I lift my chin, and my eyes are fixed straight ahead. I pretend to be interested in the houses and the signs, carefully avoiding admiring Maddox.

It’s hard, though. My eyes keep wanting to lock onto the behemoth in the driver’s seat, but I’m fighting the temptation. It’s terrible to be looking at him. He saved me from Thomas tonight, and I admit he won more of my heart, but I shouldn’t get my hopes up.

Maddox would never date someone like me. I’m not his type, that’s what he said. We are only good friends, and we will never become anything more.

Even though I must admit the way that he hugged me earlier kind of blurred the lines…

“I didn’t…” Maddox swallows and palms his neck. He sounds calm, but his expression is caught in concern. “Fuck, why is this so hard to ask out loud?”

I blink in surprise. “You didn’t what?” “I’m just going to say it,” Maddox’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. He looks worried. Concerned. It’s a face I haven’t seen him make before. A clear contrast to his usual anger. “I didn’t frighten you, did I? The way I punched Thomas…” I What? No!

him and heavily exhale. “I mean…

wanted to beat up Thomas. The guy annoyed the crap out of me even before it was revealed what a sad prick

mouth to cry to coach, but I don’t even care at this point. What he did to you deserves a death sentence. I honestly don’t know how to

My heart warms.

and irritated. Furious. And it’s endearing to know that anger is for my sake. He is mad

the messages that Thomas sent me,” I peer up at Maddox tentatively. “I’m too afraid to go to

about it?” I breathe a laugh. “Not really… You know what happened,

too late for a bath?” “Your bath? No, of course, it’s not too late. I’m just saying you should stay the night.” I

different rooms. Yet my head is already spinning, reminding me of that night I slept beside him, trapped

He was so warm.

Cuddly.

No, it’s fine, really. Just let me take a bath,

summer house is far away from the city and walking isn’t an option. You

blinks at me in confusion and parks the car outside a fancy mansion. “Would it

Oh.

be sharing a room, and while I know I should feel relieved, I’m also disappointed. But I

nice of you to take me here. Thank you again, Maddox. For

freeze. It looks like something taken out of the pages of a romance novel. One of those houses the wealthy CEO lives in, or the kind of picture you get when you

is your summerhouse?” What is their actual house like then? This place is enormous and

and hits the button to open our doors. “When I want nice and quiet, I come out here. It’s too

Like the nicest house, I’ve

on, let me show you

“Sure!”