Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Marshall POV

I stalked after Royce and Denaun as we walked through the club, they had taken upon themselves to throw Monica a divorce party.

Everyone with meaning to Monica responded and had turned up which was great.

These people were there to celebrate with Monica, this new stage of life.

I have to admit that while I hate this kind of stuff, I'm happy to see how much people are showing their support for Monica.

She is really appreciated.

And watching her other the last few weeks, I think she's doing pretty well, she got her life back on track pretty quickly.

I also noted as I looked around, impressed and thought to myself, if Royce wasn't a rapper, he could have easily become a party planner.

He has the extravagance that it takes, the man is exuberant.

I mean, we only have to think of his throne, which also serves as his office chair.

That fucking throne.

I got dragged along even though I said I was busy, but nobody believed me.

"I'm really not in the mood, I don't know why you guys dragged me to some stupid divide themed party-"

"Hi boys"

As if the room sucked the life out of me, the dark-haired woman with a slicked-back high ponytail, who had taken my sleep, appeared in front of me as some tortuous remix of Candy Shop boomed over the speakers.

My jaw hit the floor.

"Leila!" Denaun said with enthusiasm "Thanks for finishing the planning with Laura, appreciated it"

Leila was standing in front of us, in a black dress that was so tight it was almost like a second skin, that was dipped down low between her breasts, showing full cleavage, almost as if nothing but gravity was holding it in place, finishing off in a pair of pumps, I would gladly let her walk over my ballsack in, if it meant I would see her naked.

"No problem! I was more than happy to help"

I was fucked up.

I would raw dog her, and let her have my babies.

Fucking get a grip Marshall.

"Marshall, I didn't think you would make it" She said, a smile tugging at the corners of her plump red lips.

What.

Wait.

She's talking to me without attitude?

"I.. Y-Yeah... Sure-"

Suddenly, I had forgotten the entire fucking dictionary.

"Ta... Ta... today Marshall, what's wrong brother?" Royce said with a grin, mocking my sudden stutter.

"Nothing, fuck" I looked back to Leila, who stared at me expectantly, then leaned in, running her finger down the collar of my leather jacket hood, slightly touching my skin, then tugging on the front to straighten it, licking her lips.

"We'll catch up later"

I bit my lip involuntary.

"Do me a favor superman, and try to have some fun?"

And then she turned and left just like that, hips swaying as she walked, the bottom of her short dress clinging to her ass, lifting just enough to leave everything to my imagination which was dangerous at this point.