Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 51

Leila POV

I sat half listening to the conversation as my target droned on in front of me.

I was distracted.

Something that I wasn't use to while working, I had always had an unbreakable focus, but I had a fee thing weighing down on my mind lately.

One was Alec, which Monica was helping me with, that I was grateful for, but Alec and I had been fighting like cats and dogs because I wanted him to get out of the game entirely and just focus on music, I knee both Christian and Marshall had the connections to find him a cushy producer job that kept him off the streets and out of harm's way.

But not Alec.

It seems you can take the boy out of the hood but you can't take the hood out of the boy.

My nagging was getting m nowhere.

I was petrified of losing the only real family I had left and it was slowly driving me crazy because I feared Alec would have the same outcome as Tommy one day.

The other distinction, was, of course, Marshall.

He was currently in New York.

I had never been much for thinking of other people but myself, but something was urging me to pick up the phone and constantly text or call him, which I had been forcing myself not to.

I thought about all the women that most likely were surrounding him, throwing their bodies at him.

A pang of jealousy ran through me.

"Earth to Leila, you there?" Marc's voice rang through the earpiece.

I zoned back into the man in front of me, now agitated because the thoughts of other woman began to bother me.

"Would you like to take this to the room? I happen to be staying upstairs, I also have some very expensive champagne"

I nod, placing my best flirtatious smile on my lips, internally dry retching.

I wondered how often Marshall pulled those kinda moves?.

When he first came across me he pretty much laid it all out on the table, propositioning me then and there, so it was clear he was comfortable doing that kinda thing.

Snapping out of my thoughts as I felt the Target's hand on my ass, gently squeezing it.

My skin crawled as I smiled at him as we stood in the elevator.

Fighting the urge to simultaneously roll my eyes and vomit in my mouth.

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"You ok?" Marc asked as we drove back to my house.

"Yes, why?"

"Well, let's just say you're lucky you're attractive and that's all the target seemed to be interested in because you were checked out of the situation completely, I could see it across the room" He said and gave me a raised eyebrow "Alec doin' ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine, obnoxious and pig-headed but he's fine," said checking my phone again, I texted an hour ago "I'm sorry, I know I'm distracted lately, so much going on"

"Gonna tell me what's up?"

Marc was one of those people I knew I could trust, over our time working together in the force, supporting him through his divorce and then starting the company together, we had become close friends and colleges.