Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 43

Leila POV

"I told you to be quiet"

Alec snorted "Geez Mon excuse me for not wanting to watch them make out and potentially see my cousin get fucked on the couch right in front of me"

Monica rolled her eyes "I don't think that would have been the case"

Marshall laughs to himself "Monica you know that's always exactly the case"

"Grotesque" I huff shoving Marshall, who smirked playfully at me licking his lips.

Monica scrunches up her nose and clears her throat before continuing "I'm sorry, we got in a while ago and heard you both talking, it's was so romantic, and sweet"

"Marshall, what did you do to hurt my cousin exactly?"Alec asked cooly, staring down at Marshall, whose eyes start to dart between us in a panic as Alec suddenly seemed to look huge next to him.

There was that intimidating stance again.

"Not now Alec" Monica waves her hand, turning back to me "I want to know EVERYTHING"

"Monica..."

"Maybe another time" I said giving her a small smile "It's a bit complicated to explain right now... We're were kinda in the middle of figuring it out"

"Oh," Monica said turning to Alec and wallowing him "You ruined their moment"

"I ruined their moment??" Alec said and flailed his long arms up "I wanted to just roll on straight past into the kitchen and wait till they were done, don't you try to pin this shady shit on me woman"

"GUYS" I laugh "It's ok, really"

Alec frowns at Monica the looks back at me "We will leave yall to it"

Monica sighs and reluctantly says goodbye, but gives me a thumbs up as she walks around the corner with Alec who is also fighting a smile.

"So where were we?"

"I got caught up waiting for you cousin to knock me out, tie me to his car and skull drag me through 8 mile, I forgot"

I roll my eyes "He wouldn't do that unless I asked"

Marshall pulled a distressed face "Absolutely reassuring"

"Don't be such a baby, he's harmless"

"A gun is harmless too, until someone pulls the trigger Leila"

We both take a seat next to each other, and started to eat the food he had bought, talking about irrelevant topics as time passes, before he suddenly turns to me.

"So, what now?"

I knew I had to be honest, and it wasn't like we hadn't shared n honest conversation between us before, it was just different now.

"Well, what do you want?"

Marshall had a thoughtful expression, eyes lighting up as if they were sparked into a flame "I don't know, all I know is that I want it, I want whatever the challenge is" he then paused "What do you want from this?"

I didn't know.

I had never been this emotionally intimate with a man before.

Well not since him.

"Well as you know I've never been in this situation before, I wouldn't even know where to begin to think about what I want"

"That's fair"

"It's all new to me, and at least coming clean about our past is no longer weighing on my shoulders, I can move forward"

"Feel less hate towards me you mean?"

"A little" I said giving him a playful smile "You're still an asshole"

"An asshole that absolutely rocked your fucking world last night"

I rolled my eyes and he chuckled  "Take your time, I mean it, we can go whatever pace you want, as long as it ain't backwards"

"I appreciate that" I said hiking him a smile as he lifted his hand and tucked my hair out of my face.

"I feel like this is the first time we've spent more than a few hours without abusing each other"

"Guess that's our first milestone then Superman"

He grins at me before looking at his watch then standing "Ah fuck"

"What's wrong?" I frown and stand.

"Nothing, I've just gotta be in LA tomorrow for a few days and I gotta be on the plane at the ass crack of dawn, and it's getting late"

"Oh, so you're leaving?"

I internally kick myself for the involuntary disappointed tone.

"Yeah... I'd stay longer but ill be honest with you I'm literally running on adrenalin and Red Bull at this point, we went to sleep pretty late this morning..." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, looking toward the door then back at me like he was struggling to leave "I'll catch up with you when I get back ok?"

"Yeah sure" I say as we walk to the door and Marshall turns to face me at the threshold.

"So, I- Uh will give you a call when I-" He started with a coy smirk, slightly stuttering over his words.

I stepped forward placing a kiss on his lips, this time deep and with a sudden urgency, sending waves of sparks through my body.

When I stepped back, he stood there stunned, staring at me, mouth still slightly open, nothing but the light of my entryway illuminating his blue eyes.

"Bye Superman, have a safe flight"

Marshall stood there speechless as I closed the door, turning and leaning against it.

The fact that the man who always had something to say suddenly has nothing to say at all had me winded.

Everything had shifted and I didn't realise how fast things could change.

I pushed myself off the door and walked towards the bedroom, turning the lights off in my wake.

I stripped down and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up over me.

I suddenly felt restless, even though I was physically and emotionally exhausted from today's start and end.

I sigh to myself, my hand finding the dog tags and gently clutching them.

I was a pretty level headed woman, I had faced many men in my line of work, I never feared them before.

Then why the hell was I so afraid of letting my guard down?

I mean there was history, yes, and history had a habit of repeating itself.

And I knew it wasn't an excuse, it was a different time for us, he was a mess, he was on drugs.

He was a different person now.

Right?

Do people have the ability to really change and not just put a mask up?

Who am I kidding, he was a hold person, even then, he just got lost along his way.

My heart thudded in my chest as I thought back to that week, his sweet velvet voice whispering sweet nothings about every part of my body.

I would be lying if I said the connection I felt with him back then wasn't the same as I felt now, as I felt last night.

The same voice as last night as he kissed every inch of my body.

I guess I'm going to have to trust him.

Alec has always told me that I never had a chance to be soft, I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass.

I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.

My phone buzzed on my bedside.

I picked it up opening the message.

From Marshall
Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith first, the trust part comes later – Superman

The problem was that he wore a smile like a loaded gun.