Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 40

Marshall POV

I pulled into my driveway only to come into view with a leather-clad body as I got to the front of my house, blocking me and looking pissed.

"Hailie baby, daddy's gonna have to call you back"

"Okay, is everything alright?"

"Yeah baby, don't worry, I just got an angry lookin' black widow staring me down"

"Okay, love you bye" She said and before I could reply hung up.

I looked up at Leila, tilting my head, turning my car off and getting out of the car.

I wave off security, seeing them walking towards it slowly, telling them to stay away, to be fair they were looking a bit intimidated by the raging woman standing in front of my car.

"Leila, what are-"

"How dare you" She yelled at me, walking towards me shoving me in the chest, barely moving me.

"Uh, excuse me? How the fuck dare I what?" I snort in reply, confused as fuck "Breathe?"

"You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want" She frowned at me and placed her hands on her hips "Play with my head, kiss me, being kind and caring, It's fucking me up"

"It's all in the game" I raise my eyebrows and laugh "Wanna take this foreplay inside baby?"

"Fuck you" She barked "Can you just be the asshole you used to be with me or ignore that I exist, it would be appreciated, Thank you dickhead"

"Yes, I can but it's obvious that I'm trying to fuck you, it's what I've been TRYING to do with you, but you're making me and this outcome both very hard" I say grabbing her arm and dragging her towards my house.

"You're such a pig" She groans.

"So, gonna a tell me what our story is Bonnie?" I say as I open the front door, her dark eyes glaring at me, following me into the house.

"What?" She squinted at me and bit her lip "You're enjoying this way too much"

"Maybe I do" I shrug leaning back on the kitchen island counter " I like a good challenge and you baby, sure as fuck put up a good fight"

She frowned, an emotion flickering across her face and then disappearing from it just as quick.

I would be lying if I said Leila showing up in a rage wasn't amping me up, I was the icing off it.

This woman angry was hot as fuck and I was very much there for every minute of it.

My heart pumped the adrenaline around my body, like how I felt when I was in the booth, spitting a verse, ready to end someone's career, and it tasted divine.

"Fuck" I said remembering "Wait here a sec"

Leila nodded as I went upstairs to my bedroom, digging through my bedside drawer and then returning downstairs.

"Okay so I found somethin' and I kinda feel like only you could explain it to me as to why I have it"

"Found what exactly?"

"I believe this belongs to you, Bonnie" I slide the dog tag across the counter to where she was now sitting.

Her eyes drop to the tag and then back up to my face in disbelief.

"Care to tell me why I have it? Have had it all these years? It was on my chain when they gave me my shit back that was found on me after the overdose"

She glanced towards the entranceway, as if she was deciding whether to leave or not.

"Marshall I-" She started and closed her mouth again, her eyes turning back and staring into mine, expression breaking, she looked uncomfortable and there was something else, I couldn't quite pick it.

"I didn't know you would keep wearing it after what you said to me, making it clear..." She said, looking down at the counter "We spent some time together in the past, let's not start bringing the skeletons out of the closet now"

"Leila, you need to be honest with me"

She snapped her head up and glaring at me, standing up "I am, I'm sure you can figure the rest out, you've done so well up until now, don't you like a challenge?!"

She went to storm past me and I grab her arm, spinning her around to face me.

"I'm 'bout done with your attitude bitch, you hear me?"

"Then let me go"

"No"

"Well, lucky for you it seems like this same song and fuckin dance is gonna keep happening"

I laugh, using my grip on her arm to pull her even closer, staring down at her "You act like this is all me baby, you're just as into this as I am"

She stopped trying to snatch her arm away from me, I slowly released her arm.

"We good Bonnie?"

"Stop that"

"Ok, Ok" I say with a chuckle, I thought to myself, trying to figure out a peace offering "Wanna hear one of the songs I've just finished?"

"What" She said confused "You share with me?"

I nod and smirk "Tell anyone and I'll end you"

She snorts in reply and I gesture her to follow me.

We go into the studio and cue up one of the newest completed songs off my new deluxe album I planned on dropping end of the year.

Leila sits beside me on the spare swivel chair.

The song plays out, a smirk creeps across her lips.

The music stops and she nods with a smile "Not bad Superman, is there a new album coming?"

I try not to let my expression waver "That information is classified"

She rolls her eyes and smiles "So that's yes right butterfingers?"

I swivel in my chair and pull hers toward me "I never kiss and tell"

She snorts at me "What are you talking about never telling?, you literally tell everyone on record"

I let out an amused chuckle, stating at her for a moment, to shut her up lean forward and start to kiss her.

It backfired because she started to kiss me back, and hard.

My head clouded with lust I lean forward suddenly picking her up, as if on auto puppet and carrying her, grabbing ass, walking in the direction that my mind was telling me to.

Once there I dropped Leila on my bed, her landing on it with a soft thud, ripping my shirt off over my head and returning to kiss her, moan escaping from her awaiting mouth.

It was as if we were space-bound, and for the moment, everything faded into nothing around us.

It was all like a whirl as everything happened, her hot bare hands touching my chest leaving my skin burning for more, and with each piece of clothing that came off our bodies, the kisses became more deep, hungry, violent, with heavy gasping in between as our bodies met.

Oh fuck.