Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 32

Marshall's POV

I stood at the door of the cabin jingling the keys around my fingers, as the freezing harsh strong wind whipped past my hooded face, turning around to look in the direction of the noise of a white Jeep Grand Cherokee pulling up.

I guess I wasn't the only person that preferred to be early to things.

Denaun had rented out a huge cabin outside of Detroit for everyone to chill out before yet another album release I had planned at the end of the year and we follow it up with a tour.

I watch as none other than Leila climb out of the Jeep, heavy snow falling on the fur of her parka jacket as she pulled it right around herself, trying to shield herself from the cold wind as she pulled her bags out.

I smirk to myself as I turn back around, unlocking the door and pushing it open, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Superman"

I look down to my side and see Leila looking up at me, umamused expression on her face.

"El Diablo"

She glares at me as we both walk over the threshold, her body bouncing off the doorframe and into my body.

"Giving in already?"

She snorts and shoves past me, boots stomping on the tiles as she walks ahead of me.

I chuckle to myself as I close the door, walking into one of the bedrooms, dropping my backpack on the bed then and returning to the large sitting room and taking a seat.

"At least we can agree that being early is a good thing" Leila announces as she takes a seat on the chair across from me "I mean we get to choose the best rooms"

"I chose the biggest" I said smugly "Hope those couples enjoy their double bed, I'm gonna be laid up all weekend in a King size by myself"

"You're going to need all that space for your ego" Leila scoffs at me.

"Always space in that bed for you... The catch is that it's not actually in the bed, it's sitting on my dick"

She rolls her eyes and snorts at me as she opens the manilla file I had just noticed on her lap.

I look at my rhyme book and favourite pen sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

"You bought work with you?"

She shrugged "Just a little, I had to finish since I left work early, I need to get it back to the wife's lawyer ASAP"

I scoot over, looking over her shoulder, looking at the pictures of a man with a blonde Leila and other women attached to the folder by paper clips.

"You right there nosey?"

I ignore her comment and continue looking, reaching over and flipping through the pictures.

I feel a pang of jealousy as there is a rather intimate selfie of Leila and the cheating husband.

Which my reaction doesn't make sense to me because there isn't a lot sexual about it at all, but they're too close.

"I like you better brunette" I look at her and squint "Whos this guy?"

"Noted" She smirks and pretends to write it down "Stay brunette for Marshall Mathers, check"

"Wait you're for me?" I say cocking an eyebrow leaning in as she tuts and shakes her head.

"This fine specimen of a piece of shit is Derick, he's the son of one of the biggest firm owners in Detroit and he and his wife Angela been together 6 years, married two, and after a year-long process of fertility treatment are finally pregnant with their first child, he is seeing multiple strippers and prostitutes around Detroit, while his heavily pregnant wife sits at home waiting for him"