Secret Lover (Eminem)

The Truth

Keys. Phone. Wallet.

Marshall checked to make sure he had everything he needed before he left for the DTW. It would take him a while to get there so he decided to leave about 2 hours before Dre was expected to land. That way he could take his time making his way to the private jet arrival area and wait for Dre without any paparazzi spotting them. He kissed Steph before he headed to the door and told her that he would text her when he was on the way back. It's not like she cared how late he was out or where he went. They trusted each other and never felt like they had to consistantly check on one another. He would text her anyways just as a courtesy. Incase she was wanting to make dinner or something. A collection of tracks for Dre's new project played out the speakers as he made his way to the airport. He knew Dre had trouble picking what songs to use himself so he had been trusted with helping pick the best layout from more of an outsider's perspective. Shortly after arriving at the airport he was met by airport security whom escorted his car to the pick up area. A few other private jets came in and out as he waited but it didn't bother him. He figured those people were probably other types of celebrities or big wigs who didn't want extra attention either. A few of the employees asked for a picture which he didn't mind doing since he was in a particularly good mood. Plus any exposure from fans and media would bring more attention to him and what he's up to which is exactly what they needed if the video was to debut as planned. Marshall waited anxiously as he watched Dre's plane made it's decent. It was scary as fuck watching a plane land from the ground. He thought it always looked like it was coming right for him. He stepped out of the car as the steps came down from the planes side.

Marshall slipped a tip to the employees "can you get his bags off the plane for him and put em in my car?"

"Sure thing."

A cheesy grin spread on his face as he watched his mentor make his way down the steps.

"Why the FUCK is Michigan always so cold." Dre asked as he leaned in to hug him.

"Because you're a pussy that's why. Nah it's actually just a bit chilly today." Marsh joked

The two hopped back into the car and started to take off. Dre glanced down at Marshall's phone.

"Playing my shit?"

"yeeeeah tryna figure this out before our meeting so we know what the fuck we're doing before hand."

"Well I appreciate it. I think it's gonna do better than my last joint."

"I think so too. You hungry? There's this new vegan.. vegetarian.. or whatever restaurant downtown. Looks right up your alley."

"You know me so well."

They talked back and forth about anything and everything. They talked music for a little while before Dre brought up Steph. Marsh had told him she excited but hadn't really told him the extent of their relationship yet. Dre picked on him a bit, as friends do, for getting so excited while taking about it. Marsh told Dre all about her and how they just clicked and he really thought it was working this time. Then he told him about the video plans.

"Damn. You really wanna do that huh? You sure you wanna tell everyone though?"

"We're tired of hiding it. The songs already out. So why not? Not everyone is super private like you."

"I know. I'm just saying this shit has come back to bite you in the ass before. Just be careful."

"Maybe you can give me some tips over lunch then."

The restaurant was about as busy as you'd expect during the late lunch rush. People stared as they walked in and asked for a table, a lot of people had spotted him around town before but it was rare for Dre to be seen around this part of town. Or anyone in this state for that matter. They got a table outside since it was still a nice day despite it being a bit chilly. Dre threw a jacket on before heading for the restaurant anyways. They continued to talk over their meals as people snapped pictures around them. Most people would just take a quick picture of them and then pay them no mind but when you have a whole restaurant full of people doing it, that's a whole lot of pictures. Neither of them were bothered by it though since no one actually came up and interrupted them for a picture. After lunch they decided to park in a parking garage and walk around down town for a while. It had been a while since they had both been seen just hanging out together in public, so why not? After a good 2 hours of fucking around they decided to head to Dre's hotel so he could get settled in. Marshall had booked a hotel just a few minutes from his place so that they were in easy access to eachother. On the way up to the room he got a call from Paul.

"Hello?"

"Hey what's going on man?"

"Nothing just getting to the hotel. What's up with you?"

"You an Dre are together? That's perfect. I was wondering if we could meet up in like an hour and go over the meeting details."

"Yeah that sounds good. I'll text you his room number and we'll just see you then."

"Aight bye."

Marsh hung up and looked around Dre's room a bit. Typical suite.

"Who's coming here?"

"Paul in like an hour. He wants to talk meeting details."

Marshall's phone vibrated. He expected it to be a reply from Paul or a text from Steph. Instead he saw the main screen of his phone saying his battery was low before shutting down.

"Fuck my phone just died."

He felt around his pockets. He swore he grabbed his charger before he left.

"Damn. Hey you care if I run home real quick and grab my charger? I also got some shit there for the meeting."

"Go ahead. I need to chill for a minute anyways."

Marsh made his way back down to the parking lot and made the quick 5 minute drive back to his place. He wanted to just get the stuff and get out so he could be back before Paul got there. He had to find the notebook he had written the album ideas in first. He searched through the living room, his bedroom, his office, but couldn't find it. He found his charger in his room but there was no sign of the notebook. 'What the fuck? Where is this thing?' He spotted Steph sitting out on the back porch and figured he'd ask if she had put it somewhere while tidying up. He stopped himself before he called out to her after noticing that she was on the phone. He didn't want to be rude an interrupt so he figured he'd wait a second.

"You should have seen him getting all excited about the video - - of course I'm excited! I'm gonna be in a fucking music video. Do you realize how cool that is!?"

Marshall snickered silently to himself. He always thought it was funny when she would go into fangirl mode. Even though she always tried not to do it around him.

"I get to be with him all the time. We're in this cool ass house together. The best cars. We go on the best adventures together. - - - - yeah I mean he's annoying as fuck but I mean, whatever it takes to keep living this kind of life. Know what I mean? Plus I mean he's not 'intolerable' --"

"Who the fuck are you talking to!? Intolerable?"

Steph jumped, having been started and quickly ended the call.

"Nobody. Just my sister. Relax babe. Where's Dre?"

"Who were you talking about?"

"Just this dude we knew back in highschool, you wouldn't like him. He's a total prick."

"Bullshit. Don't play that shit with me. I'm not stupid. Are you fucking kidding me? 'Whatver it takes to keep being rich'. Is that not what you said?"

"It wasn't about y--"

"Bullshit. Fucking bullshit."

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. It's not like this was the first time this had happened to him but normally he was able to tell early on. He never would have expected this from her. Steph tried to hug him and explain herself but he pushed her off of him.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"...what?" She asked confused.

"The red notebook with the gold on it that I keep in my office."

"It's on the table..."

She followed him back into the house and to the kitchen. Sure enough. There was his fucking notebook. He grabbed it and headed for the door, making sure his keys were in his pocket. He suddenly stopped, pulled a few hundreds from his wallet and handed it to her. He could tell by the look on her face that that was the last thing she expected him to do.

"Use that to get yourself a hotel and some place to store your shit. I'm going back to the hotel for a while. I'll be back tonight. I want you. And all your shit. Gone before I get back. And I'm telling my security to keep an eye on you so you don't fucking steal nothin on your way out."