Everything You Need

Chapter Twenty-Six

Madeline

I told Christopher I would answer him, but I reverted to text messages. After the shit Lauren did yesterday and trying to make me her surrogate threw me the fuck off. I was just so confused about my emotions right now.

A message popped up on and I assumed it would be Chris checking on me. I was laying in bed, sulking and throwing myself a pity party. I was caught up in married people's business. I was surprised to see it said Johnathon instead of Chris.

I haven't spoken to him in a while. I have been wrapped up in marital issues that I haven't done anything else. I can't do my assignments, I can't stop think about Lauren and Christopher.

That conversation plagued my mind. The way she tried to snatch control of the situation. Make me a fucking surrogate, which is insane. You call me a whore and my child a bastard and now you want to keep my baby. Absolutely not. Fucking crazy ass bitch.

I was so close to cussing her out, but part of me still felt guilt knowing that I had sex with Chris and we mocked her. That's the only reason I just kept my emotions down. I'm not all that innocent. It's also crazy that she found out about my OF account.

She found every fucking thing. How the hell did she even find my ph acc? I'm mostly on OnlyFans, so I'm confused! She literally went searching into my life to know things about me. She did a background check, something Chris didn't do. I thought he would have. I assumed he would, considering he got his lawyer involved.

This whole situation is too much for me to deal with. I need a fucking drink. Right now, I just want a margarita and a holiday. A holiday. Yep, I'm taking Destiny to Greece. That's it, because I need a break.

I looked down at my phone remembering I need to respond to Johnathon. It was simple hey, how are you. I didn't want to just be like not good, my baby father is married and I'm his mistress. I'm a fucking mistress? Are you serious? Technically they're separated.

Does that make it any fucking better?

It ain't my fault I fu-. Nope I need to stop. That song has been going over in my head all morning. I couldn't stop singing it, but I'm just as bad as Chris. I rolled over into my bed and I planted my head into my pillow.

It was currently going to 12 o,clock and I was laying in my bed, doing nothing. I wanted to get out the bed, but I saw no purpose. If I did it would be to go get a seafood boil. I was feeling a bit peckish and I was now craving seafood. I saw it on my reels and now that's the only thing I want.

Besides being hungry and vomiting from simple smells, I was over it. I thought I would have a peaceful pregnancy. It was peaceful before I found out he had a wife. A WIFE!

A wife that was now trying to take control over me. About make me a fucking surrogate and I can't film content, I can't fuck Christopher and I can't eat certain foods, I can't do this. Who the fuck does she think she is?

I don't need that shit on my plate. What I want on my plate is a seafood boil. My phone vibrated again and I stretched my hand over, patting the bed trying to find it. I felt the hardness of my phone and I picked it up.

I turned my head to the side, still laying on my back. I rested my phone on my pillow and I opened messages.

Johnathon: I'm chilling, wyd?

Me: Laying in bed🧍🏾‍♀️

Johnathon: you okay? Morning sickness or something?

Me: No, I just don't wanna get out of bed unless it's for food

Johnathon: why am I not surprised??😂