Everything You Need

Chapter Twenty Three

Madeline

I turned over in the bed and I pushed my face into the pillow. I'm fucking shameless. I had sex with him knowing he was married now. We practically laughed about it, well not exactly. All night we made comments about him being married and how much of slut I am for having sex with him.

I knew he was married and I still fucked him, I played into the stupid fantasy. I was just so into the idea of it, that I actually forgot how wrong it was. I turned over to lay on my back and I watched as Christopher peacefully sleep next to me.

I thought wicked don't rest? I guess that's not true, but I rested to. So we both just as bad for what we did last night.

I felt my alarm go off under me and I hurried to turn it off. I saw that it was 9am, shit I had to get to class. I'm not missing anything, especially with finals coming up. I saw the string of messages from Giselle. I told her about how Christopher was married and that's it. I hadn't said anything else.

Because you was to busy fucking him. Fuckk, what the fuck did I do? Why did I do that? She called my child a bastard and called me a whore. I might as well be one, I didn't even know her. She knew I just found out he was married and continued to call me a whore.

I sat up in the bed and my body felt beaten down in a good way. I had sex with him again! He was married and I still had sex with him. I looked over at him as passed out. I fuck him better than his wife!

It ain't my fault that I fuck better than yo bitch, I'm so fuckin' sexy. I started grinning as I sang the lyrics in my head, then I dropped my smile. That shit is not that funny. Madeline this shit is serious!

I shouldn't be proud or happy about that at all. Yet deep down, I liked that. Last night as we were fucking, I told him to tell me, basically list how much better I was than her. I made him praise me for being a slut.

I groaned as I covered my face in my hands. What the fuck did I actually do? She heartbroken and sad about their marriage. Hear I am, mocking her while I sleep with him. She should be here in this bed with him, not me. She should be the pregnant one, not me. She's right, I'm pregnant with a bastard child.

Because I'm not the one with Meçaji at the end of my name. She is. I took my phone off the charger and I wanted to message Giselle, but I needed time for myself. A wave of nausea hit me and I covered my mouth as I forced myself out of the bed, rushing to the bathroom. I had to ignore every little pain I felt.

Fuck sake! I have not adjusted to vomiting every morning yet. I curled over the toilet as I vomited out my breakfast, lunch and dinner from yesterday. My eyes prickled as I held my stomach as I retched.

"Madeline," he called.

"I'm fine!" I shout.

I choked and gagged more as I had nothing else to come out. I groaned as I rested on my knees over the toilet. I heard his footsteps coming innit he bathroom. I glanced over to him as he had on his boxers, which he just put on. We both fell asleep naked and dirty.

"Darling, are you okay?"

I liked the way he called me darling. He said it so softly and concerned. I eased up off the floor, I shut the toilet seat as I flushed the toilet. I took a seat on the toilet seat and I held my head. I really hated morning sickness.

"Come on, in the shower. Let me go make you some tea," he offered.

"I have class today, I need to leave in an hour," I groan.

"You need to take care of self first, can you walk?"

He came next to me and he put his hand out. I took it and I lifted myself up. I wasn't as in much pain yesterday the first time. It was because I was immediately trying to move, my body had rested a little bit now. I had a limp, but I was still sore.