Home is where the heart is.

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I quickly walked down the steps to the awaiting cars, the gathering crowds looked curious as to why there was so much security. I saw my driver in the Rolls and opened the door,

"Took your time! I'm bored, let's go into town"

"We could but... Wasn't you enjoying yourself up there?" I smirked,
"Come on"

"Oh for fuck sake" she sighed comically and got out of the car,
"Here we go... Marshall and Jodie, attempt six billion and eighty nine" we laughed as we walked up the stairs.
Triggered by the sight of me a few guys started to chant "Shady" which had a knock on effect to the passers by, quite obviously they'd put two and two together with my presence teamed with the hoard of security and come up with four, but our attention was pulled in another direction by a black SUV that screeched loudly as it slammed on the breaks, it parked right ahead of us flashing its lights at us,

"Ladies keep moving" the security guard instructed as he radio'd through to his team warning them of the vehicle that had just rolled up on us,

"OH HONEY! DONT LEAVE ON MY ACCOUNT!" I heard that strong Aussie accent scream at us, at me...

"She can't get past security just carry on" Karlie surprised me by trying to keep things rational,

"BE A FUCKING WOMAN AND FACE ME! YOU CHEATING TRAMP!" She shouted as security forcefully guided her back towards her car,

"No fuck this, Karlie" I sighed under my breath and turned on my heel towards her,

"Jodie don't rise to her!" Karlie followed behind me trying to pull me back by my arm,

"Face you?! You want me to fucking face you?!" I shouted back but two big guys obstructed me,

"YOU'RE A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT! CANT PLEASE ANYONE ELSE SO YOU HAVE TO RUN BACK TO YOUR EX!"

"DIDNT MUMMY EVER TEACH YOU NOT TO PLAY WITH MARRIED MEN?!" I screamed furiously back,

"THATS FUCKING RICH ISNT IT! WASNT HE MARRIED WHEN YOU MET HIM AS THE LITTLE GROUPIE BITCH THAT YOU WAS! MEETING HIM AT A CONCERT HOW FUCKING TRAGIC" she laughed,

"SWEETIE HE WAS AT THE END OF HIS DIVORCE! THIS ONE HASNT EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO GET GOING BECAUSE HE LOVES ME AND DOESN'T WANT IT!"

"BECAUSE YOU WONT LET HIM FUCKING BREATHE YOU MANIPULATIVE BITCH!"

"Mam! Get back in your vehicle or we will call the police!" A guard bellowed at her, we stared each other out as she reluctantly opened her car door,

"I'll catch up with you both! You best fucking believe that!" She got back into her car and rallied off.

"Ladies! Please!" The guard lost his patience as he eyeballed the floods of attention we was bringing to a once quiet doorway. We decided to comply and not stress him out any further and headed back inside.

Unbeknownst to the bit of chaos that had just unfolded on the bottom floor Marshall was really enjoying himself on the top floor. I'd even seen him toying around with people, being playful and loose. I'd decided to keep my distance from him and let him have his moment without me shadowing over him, but our eyes kept connecting from across the room, the sexual tension between the exchange of stares was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. The way he would stare intensely and give me an occasional smirk was driving me fucking wild, and hearing his music amplified the want to fuck him in front of everyone here. To me it was rare I got to enjoy Marshall as Eminem, but tonight allowed me to want to fuck the artist and not just my husband.
I was currently sat waiting for Karlie to come back from the toilet so I'd had a moment to focus on the song lyrics, this particular song came to my attention because it was reminding me back when I was kid, the sample track used to be played at all the school discos it was a classic, Avaro - I don't wanna play. At first I was sat thinking it was about me, it was pretty intense, but a lot of things didn't relate to me or us, I mean obviously in his songs about love not all of it was the holy gospel truth, but on the track he started saying  how he'd never get married to this girl or say his vows to her, so obviously it was about her... my mood had plummeted dramatically, more so for hating myself for vibing to it!

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