Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 23

Michelle

Maddox’s legs are lazily thrown over the table in the library. He is paying the girls checking him out no attention.

My eyes casually travel to the hyenas staring at him out from across the library, and I grimace when they get up from their chairs. They are probably about to head for another stroll.

The two girls have passed our table five times, giggling to each other whenever Maddox would glance up at them.

Too bad for them that the football player probably doesn’t even remember their faces.

Because let’s face it; Maddox can’t even memorize that it’s Norway and not Sweden we are going to hold a presentation about.

“Let me get this straight: you want me to hold most of the presentation and do the talking?”

Maddox’s voice brings my attention to him. Less than a month ago, I was terrified of him, and although his blue eyes are still harsh, I don’t shudder out of fear.

It’s my nerves and the fact that I like him. Having all of his attention, I’m sure, would have the same effect on any girl on campus. He is way too gorgeous to ignore.

“Would you mind?”

eyes narrow on mine. “Just so you know, I would never do this for anyone else. In fact, I can’t believe I’m helping you with this stupid

“Norway.” I correct him.

he doesn’t care, Maddox leans back in his chair and crosses

at

the same!” I point out, stumbling on my stupid words and hating

head. “Michelle… Were you just

not!” 1 “Good, because… I wouldn’t want my project partner to take advantage of me. Calling me here this late and pretending there is work to be done when in

a nervous sweat, and Maddox blinks back

Shit.

figured out

I can say anything, Maddox cracks up and laughs at me. There is a quick flash of

Thank god.

chair. All my muscles were tense a second ago. I thought Maddox would call me out on the

and when I reach for the coffee Maddox got me, I glance up to find him silently watching me. A shudder goes through me. Maddox’s piercing blue eyes are set on my lip gloss, and butterflies swarm my chest. He is staring at my mouth, making it harder to breathe. But as having caught himself staring, he looks away. “Can I ask you something?” I flip down my laptop to give him all of my focus. “Ask away.” “What are you hoping to do after college?” My heart kicks

I don’t see the harm in giving you the honest answer: after college, I hope to get a good enough job to let me move far away from here…” “Here? You mean this city or the state,