Chasing After Shady | 𝐌.𝐌

Chapter 6- Sin

(A/N: I'm back. This first part might be kinda dry and not make sense to some but it will add up eventually. If you've read the last couple chapters carefully, then it'll add up)
*hasn't been edited so cringe at your own risk*

Some random place
Kim's POV

I walked into the smokey, dark cafè in hopes that I can get some answers about who this girl is. I found contact information of a supposed private investigator that has close ties to Marshall's new girlfriend. I was directed to walk in through the front exit, turn left and meet him at the last table on the left side. There sat a pale, Jewish looking guy in a blue shirt, jeans and a pea coat...all dark and suspicious looking. I took notice a black binder sitting on the table and it looked pretty full.. Too full actually. Interesting. Intriguing. How much does this guy know?

I took a seat across from him at the round table.

"So you're the infamous Kim huh?" He placed his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers under his chin. Fingers in which none of them had a ring, in which I could understand already because his attitude seemed a bit annoying.

"I'm not here to talk about me. Just tell me who the girl is. "

A photo was slid across the table."Ananda Lewis. Television Personality."

I studied the image carefully. She was a tawny skinned girl with a tight body and jet blackish, loose beach wavy like hair. Undeniably she was attractive. To me, she looked like one of those hip hop video girls... But it was beyond me why Marshall wanted her.

"Oh..she's black."

"Why does that matter? Are you racist?"

"No... Not at all. I just....expected him to move on with some other blonde girl.What else do you know?"

"A few of her industry friends are Aaliyah... Carson Daly...Britney Spears and a few others."

"And you this girl how?"

"Just an old friend..." He paused then lightly

In no way was i a body language expert but something in the way he responded gave me the intution that he wasn't telling the truth... Something in my gut tells me that this guy is hiding something. Something very significant..

"I don't believe you but okay... "

Brushing off my skepticality,  He pulled out a glossed 8x10 photograph out of the binder side pocket,"Here's a photo of her earlier tonight, all dressed up. Then she hopped in a Escalade with some white guy..I couldn't really make out his face. Maybe it's Eminem."

"Oh that's him." I scoffed. I couldn't really see his face but thats definitely how he would dress. What a whore.

I looked back up at his eyes that were already prepared to see mine, "I need you to do something for me. "

His eyebrows raised."And what is that?"

"I need you to break them up. Do whatever it takes to keep them apart. "

"That's kinda tough considering the fact that they aren't even together. It's just rumored. And even if they are, why do you care? You damn near killed yourself because of him and told a magazine he has a small penis."

"How did you know that? And why the hell are you going so hard for this woman like she's your wife or something?Are you fucking her?"

"No." He replied no hint of emotion in his voice.

"But you want to? Otherwise you wouldn't have such a strange collection."

"What can I say?" He shrugged with a devious, lustful look in his eyes. "I just can't help myself."