Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Leila POV

I sat watching them longer then I knew I cared for.

But I was still watching.

She was plain, understated and seemingly... Unnervingly nice and upbeat.

Was that a thing?

To be that positive about everything?

Surely it was an act.

It would be exhausinging to pretend to be that happy and I bothered all the time just to please a man.

It wasn't normal to be that nice and happy.

She laughed as he told her another one of his dry jokes, voice laced with confidence and sincerely.

"You're staring Leila"

I turned and looked at Monica, who looked uncomfortable and nervous.

"Staring at what?"

She cleared her throat and gestured to the office door that was open across from us.

"Her Name Stella, she's who we usually order lunch through, she owns the company" Monica said gesturing to the food in front of us "They've been really friendly lately, I wasn't sure if you both were..."

"What?"

"Well, that day I walked into the studio and Marshall was all over you"

"Oh that, it wasn't what it looked like, we were just talking"

"I don't think I get that close to people when I talk" Monica said raising her eyebrow "I kinda expected you both to hit it off, I mean the electricity when you're both in the room is pretty crazy... I guess I was wrong"

"Very wrong"

Except when he all but fucked me at my house a few weeks ago when he dropped me home, but then opened his big mouth.

But then nothing.

And now I sit and watch him flirt with a woman who wore plain blue jeans and a t-shirt that could have easily doubled as a potato sack.

"He doesn't date for long Leila, He'll be back"

"What makes you think it bothers me?"

She shrugged "It's just a vibe I'm picking up"

"The only thing I'm currently bothered about is work, getting dicked by Marshall Mathers is the last thing I could think about, don't worry about me doll"

She furrowed her eyebrows and went to say something, but was interrupted by that velvety voice.

"I'm gonna head out for an hour for lunch, can you take any important calls?" Marshall said, standing in the doorway, calm expression, Stella standing back patiently behind him.

"Sure Marshall, have a good lunch"

He nodded and dropped his gaze to me, his icy blue eyes somehow giving be a chill "Leila, good to see you"

I nodded in his direction and then he left without another word.

Not even entertaining me with his usual backhanded compliment.

This situation had me confused, to say the least.

He had chased me for weeks, obsessed.

And now all I get pleasantries.

"What is it you don't like about him?" Monica asked, my gaze settling back on her as I moved my food around the plastic container.

"It's personal" I shrug, not interested in getting into the history of why I disliked Marshall Mathers.