Chapter 21
Pregnant Too Young Daddy Is A Billionaire Jock
Michelle Despite the hurting in my heart and the images of Thomas Hennington haunting my brain, I canât 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 isnât the answer to most of the earthâs 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 canât believe there is an outline of his pecs.
I also canât believe how incredible this guyâs 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. âYouâre staring.â
I almost choke at the tone of his voice. Maddox is still looking out the window, not even glancing my way. Still, Iâm grateful the dark light hides the maddening blush on my face.
âSorryâ¦â 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.
Itâs hard, though. My eyes keep wanting to lock onto the behemoth in the driverâs seat, but Iâm fighting the temptation. Itâs terrible to be looking at him. He saved me from Thomas tonight, and I admit he won more of my heart, but I shouldnât get my hopes up.
Maddox would never date someone like me. Iâm not his type, thatâs 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 linesâ¦
âI didnâtâ¦â Maddox swallows and palms his neck. He sounds calm, but his expression is caught in concern. âFuck, why is this so hard to ask out loud?â
I blink in surprise. âYou didnât what?â âIâm just going to say it,â Maddoxâs eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. He looks worried. Concerned. Itâs a face I havenât seen him make before. A clear contrast to his usual anger. âI didnât frighten you, did I? The way I punched Thomasâ¦â I What? No!
âNot at all,â I assure him and heavily exhale. âI mean⦠You did it for my sake, right?â
âYes, but to be fair, Iâve always wanted to beat up Thomas. The guy annoyed the crap out of me even before it was revealed what a sad prick that idiot is.â A tiny smile tugs on my lips. âWill tonight get you into trouble?â
âMaybe if Thomas opens his mouth to cry to coach, but I donât even care at this point. What he did to you deserves a death sentence. I honestly donât know how to even look at him anymoreâ¦â
My heart warms.
Maddox sounds annoyed and irritated. Furious. And itâs endearing to know that anger is for my sake.
He is mad because I was hurt. Because I was mistreated. He really cares.
âI saved all the messages that Thomas sent me,â I peer up at Maddox tentatively. âIâm too afraid to go to the police alone, but do you think you would mind- â¦â I shrug. âGoing there with me?â
âOf course not,â Maddox briefly meets my eyes. âDo you⦠Do you want to talk more about it?â I breathe a laugh. âNot really⦠You know what happened, and thatâs enough. I just want to relax and get this bath you promised me. After that, Iâm heading home to sleep.â âMichelle, itâs already late.â
Disappointment fills my chest. âOh, is it too late for a bath?â âYour bath? No, of course, itâs not too late.
Iâm just saying you should stay the night.â I pause. âS-stay the night?â There is a pause. âWould you want to?â
My heart pounds faster. I know Maddox probably wants us to sleep in different rooms. Yet my head is already spinning, reminding me of that night I slept beside him, trapped in his arms.
He was so warm.
Cuddly.
My face burns. âNo! I mean⦠No, itâs fine, really. Just let me take a bath, and then I can walk home alone!â
âAlone? No chance. This summer house is far away from the city and walking isnât an option. You can crash with me. I really donât mind if you stay over.â âC-crash with you?â
âYes?â Maddox blinks at me in confusion and parks the car outside a fancy mansion. âWould it really be that bad? There are plenty of rooms, and all we will do is sleep.â
Oh.
We wonât be sharing a room, and while I know I should feel relieved, Iâm also disappointed. But I understand thatâs silly. Like, duh, of course, we wonât be sleeping together. We arenât like that.
âI guess staying the night isnât bad,â I say lamely and try to show my gratitude with a smile.â Itâs very nice of you to take me here. Thank you again, Maddox. For everything.â âDonât mention it. Anyone in my position would have done the same thing, Michelle,â
Maddox opens the car door, nodding ahead. âAlso, we are already here. This is my familyâs summerhouse.â I look at the mansion and 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 g* ***e âwhite mansionâ or something similar.
âUhhhhâ¦â I drawl because I just canât help myself. âThis is your summerhouse?â What is their actual house like then? This place is enormous and luxurious.
âYup.â He pulls the keys from the ignition and hits the button to open our doors. âWhen I want nice and quiet, I come out here. Itâs too far from school and the gym to live here permanently, though.â
âIt is⦠Like the nicest house, Iâve ever seen.â
Maddox chuckles. âCome on, let me show you the inside.â
âSure!â
I get out of the car and follow him to the door. It feels so unrealistic being here. Maddox comes from money; that much is clear. It makes the difference between us more apparent.
I grew up in the slums, and Maddox has a summerhouse with an actual laundry room. Light is streaming from a small room at the side of the garage, so Iâm just assuming. We enter the hallway, and my eyes almost bulge out of their sockets at how nice and clean this place is. Everything is in order, and the furniture looks expensive. âIâm going to be filling up your bath upstairs,â Maddox announces while Iâm taking off my jacket. He then peers down at me with something looking a lot like a smirk. âFeel free to check out the place.â
I hand him a smile while fidgeting, unable to keep still. This whole situation is so bizarre.
Somehow, I find words. âWill I be sleeping upstairs or downstairs?â
Maddoxâs voice goes low and playful. âYou can sleep wherever you want to, that includes my room. In my bed. With me.â
I stare at him. I think his words were meant as a joke, but when I donât laugh and end up blushing, we end up sharing this weird moment. My mouth is wide open, and Maddox blinks down at me before awkwardly clearing his throat.
âObviously, that was a jokeâ¦â âYeah, o-of course!â I smile, yet I canât stop the racing inside my chest. I already imagine him naked. âI will⦠Sleep downstairs after my bath.â
âGreat.â
âPerfect!â
We both smile like idiots, and the situation gets even weirder. Since when does Maddox smile?! He looks like a hyena before finally, he clears his throat again.
âI will go and fill up that bathâ¦â
âThank you very much.â
âNo problem.â
I watch him disappear up the stairs and release a breath I didnât know I had been holding after he is gone.
Now then⦠How do I survive this sleepover without fantasizing about sleeping with the landlord?!