Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Marshall POV

I ripped the door open entering the studio holding my shit with Paul, we had just gotten back from LA that morning and had a few things to go over in person before he dipped back to New York.

Nodding to the receptionist, we continued down the long corridor to my office, getting a glimpse of my personal assistant Monica, puffy-eyed as if she had been crying, walking out of her office.

"Hey Mon," I said looking towards Paul then back to her "Can you jump into my office real quick?"

She nodded and gestured for her to walk ahead of us, following her into my office, Paul closing the door behind us.

"You all good?" I said sitting behind my desk as she stood in front of me nodding "Please, take a seat, can I help you with anything?..."

Monica slumped her shoulders as more tears escaped her eyes as she dropped in the chair in front of me.

"I-" She started as Paul reached for the tissues on my desk and handed them to her.

"Go on," He said gently, encouraging her to continue.

"I'm certain Jake is being unfaithful, I've been hearing things, but when I ask him about things, he's defensive and all his passwords are changed, I use to have access to everything," She said, finishing her sentence in sobs covering her face, hunched over in what I only know of is heartbreak.

I kinda felt winded for her, she was family, she had been my personal assistant since 2008, she had come on when I started my recovery and was also one of my support people in my times of need when I was on the verge of madness.

I look at Paul who's eyebrows are furrowed, then reached down, and started to dig through his briefcase.

"Monica, you should seek counsel with a divorce lawyer, they are used to these types of situations and they will give you the best advice on what you should do, they are dealing with this on a daily basis, take this card, it's a good personal friend of mine" Paul said, handing her a business card "I want to make sure you get what you deserve"

Monica nodded and took the card.

"I'm so sorry to bring personal things to work"

"Don't be silly" I said softly "You're family, and if you need anything, even a few days off to sort anything out, just let us know, we're here for you"

She stands up and thanks us both again then leaves my office.

"Men are dogs"

Paul looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

He still doesn't say anything.

"Ok, so I'm a hypocrite, but fuck it, I don't like seeing the women close to me hurt"

"Literally only you could have that mentality" Paul snorts sarcastically "I've cleaned up that many broken women in your wake of destruction that is Marshall Mathers cold heart that I've lost count"

I shrug I bothered by his comment.

Guess that's irony for you.

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The next day I walk towards the break room, Monica meeting me halfway, handing me my lunch.

"I'm just gonna take an hour off is that ok?"

"Yeah sure" I nod as we walk into to break room "Everything ok?"

"I'm ok" She says, giving me a weak smile and then looks around, making sure the rooms empty, and then continues, voice low "I've got the lawyer coming with Private investigators, to try and work something out and catch him red-handed"

"Good to hear, take your time" I replied as she nodded and left.

Private investigators.

Never once have I thought about using one of my girlfriends.

I'm paranoid enough without people finding out what my cheating bitch exes were actually up to.

My thoughts of dating are interrupted by the chair next to me moving and as I look up I see Denaun grinning at me.

"What do you want"

"Glad to see you're in a good mood as always"

"Man, leave me alone, I ain't in a bad mood"

"Please, you've been an absolute nightmare this week, the only time you were pleasurable was when you weren't even here, what up?"

"I'm just busy"

"Paul said you got rejected by a hot woman and you been a little bitch about it since because it hurt your feelings"

"Fuck Paul... Man, you know what? Fuck you too" I snorted, these assholes "My feelings didn't get hurt"

"You sure?"

I rolled my eyes and ignored him as I finish my lunch.

"Why did you care anyways, you got plenty of booty"

I slide my phone in front of him as it constantly went off.

He looked up at me confused "Bragging?"

"No bitch" I grunted "That was a fuck from the other night and now she's in love with me and won't leave me the fuck alone, Paul's trying to sort something out, every time we block her number she just gets a new one, this some fatal attraction bullshit"

Denaun chuckled "Guess that's what happens when you fuck women half your age my friend"

"Like the ones my age are less crazy"

I shoved my food back in the bag and stood up, throwing it in the trash.

"Wanna come check out these new beats I was sent?"

"Depends, how yelly you gonna get in the studio at people?

"As much as I fucking want, you in or not?"

He stood up and followed me down the corridor towards the studio, being stooped by the boardroom door opening and Monica walking out followed by two men in suits and a brunette woman, hair sleeked back into a high ponytail on top of her head, wearing an extremely body-hugging pantsuit, with a lace top, that left everything to the imagination.

The same brunette from the Restaurant.

She looks directly at me, blatantly looking me up and down, then making eye contact, face expressionless, her stone stare not faltering once.

What the fuck was she doing here.

Monica and the three of them started to exchange goodbyes and the three of them walked towards the exit of the studio.

"Who were they?" I said, trying to appear unbothered.

"That was my lawyer and the Private Investigators that he recommended, Leila and Marc, the owners of the company IB investigations, they're going to help get the information I need for the divorce"

I guess I was only half wrong.

She was only a whore for hire.