Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock

Chapter 35

Michelle

The afterparty is at the frathouse. Maddox has moved out from here, but we came here to drink (soda) and have fun. My boyfriend isn’t drinking alcohol, but there is cake and chips. No, I’m not kidding

These jocks are drawn to sugar, especially Robin, who is worse than a girl on her period when it comes to sweets.

I crack my shoulders after coming out of the bathroom and hear the conversation from the kitchen.

“Wait. Are you serious? You fought our English professor for the last strawberry cheesecake ice cream package?” Lionel asks, blinking at Robin in disbelief. “Yup,” he grins. “We share the same taste in ice cream and sweets, and I see her at the supermarket almost every night. It’s our thing, but she has been trying to avoid me lately… Last night, she was running with her cart filled with Oreo packages.”

“From you?”

“Yeah, but she is living in denial,” Robin leans back in his chair. He rests his head against his arms, making his muscles pop. “One of these days, I will make her go out with me.” Lionel shakes his head. “Dude, you better keep it a secret that you got the hots for you freaking teacher… Do you realize she will lose her job if you sleep with her?”

“Professor. You keep calling her a teacher,” Robin points out. “And oh, I do, but I trust you guys with my secret,” his smile is wolfish. “And I haven’t slept with her… Yet.”

Maddox picks up his glass of soda but pauses and smiles at

“Hey, babe.”

smile back even though I don’t feel that good. My head

sizes me up.

concerned. I can’t hide anything from him. Maddox usually reads me like an open

guilty. “I know we should be celebrating, but…

talk?”

course… Hey, Jason? Mind if we borrow your room a

don’t sit down on my bed. I just changed the

man. Just stay out of my bed. Don’t be like Robin and invite your dates there

at least taken five girls

from the

“Come, let’s head upstairs.”

Maddox while raking my brain for things I need to say. It’s hard to find words. The last thing I want is to sound incredibly insecure and whiny because let’s face it: Maddox will always have women tailing after him. We enter Jason’s room in silence. But to my surprise, Maddox locks the door behind us. “Uhh… What are you doing?” Instead of answering my question, he speaks in a confident, commanding

Down. On. The. Bed.” My heart pounds. Why does Maddox look so pissed off and angry? His eyes are narrowed, and I gulp.

doesn’t answer me. Instead, he approaches me with storm clouds building in his eyes. He