'Til We Meet Again Book 2

Chapter 34

I barely got any sleep last night due to thinking about what almost happened between Marshall and I on the couch. I don't know what it means, I don't know if we almost kissed, I just don't know. I can't concentrate on this right now I have a job to do and I want to have fun while I'm in Detroit because I'm going back to Los Angeles then I have to come back to Detroit on the first week of June just five days before going on tour, I have a really busy schedule.

On the bright side, I have a few months off from work while I'm on tour, so I can take the time to sit back and relax. I check my phone to see five messages from Kristy and Cole, I read Kristy's message first "Hey sissy :)" "Me and Chase got out of a stupid argument because jealous old me found out he has a girlfriend and never bothered to tell me anything" "So I told his girlfriend that him and I slept together which we did ;) and booyyy was she pissed, she practically slapped him in front of Nancy and I :D" I laugh shaking my head "I'm not condoning this but well done haha" I text her.

I check Coles two messages "Can we talk about this?" "Please baby, don't shut me out" I roll my eyes "I lied" I smirk messaging him "What do you mean? Lied about what, baby?" Cole messages me a few seconds later "I lied about going to sleep last night ;)" I text him "Oh" Cole messages me "So what did you do last night?" He asks me "I went to the most expensive nightclub in Detroit, wearing the sexiest dress I own and I slept with the someone ;)" I message him, he leaves me on read.

I get to work and the first person I see standing by the door to the recording studio is Marshall, he looks up at me and glares at me. He doesn't say anything to me and enters the recording studio, I join him inside since I have never seen him record anything here but Dina "What are you doing here?" Marshall asks me as he is about to enter the recording booth "Was just looking around" I keep it short "Okay, you looked enough, get out" Marshall glares at me "Marshall, I work here too, you know" I glare at him "No you don't work here, you work in LA, not in Detroit, now get out" Marshall glares at me "No" I cross my arms "Let me rephrase, I want you to get the fuck out of here before I have security drag your ass out of this building" Marshall threatens me "You're a dick" I leave the recording studio with a nice loud door slam.

I feel Marshall grab my hair and leans in my ear "Don't ever slam the door shut like that ever again, you fucking bitch" Marshall snarls "You don't scare me" I smirk, he pulls my hair a little more "Do I scare you now?" I feel his eyes on me "Nope" He lets go of my hair and forcefully turns me around "What if I beat the shit out of you? There is no one here" Marshall looks around as he backs me against the wall "That'll teach you to be very afraid of me" I look at him in disbelief "Oh I get it, threatening to beat the shit out of someone is how you make yourself feel powerful, how you make yourself feel important" I say like he has lost it "People quake with fear when they hear my name because they know I can destroy them" Marshall smirks

"People quake with fear because as soon as someone says something off about you, or a girl rejects sleeping you, or someone looks at you the wrong way, instead of sucking it up and just moving on accepting the fact that not everyone will like you, not every girl will want to have sex with you to feed your enlarged ego, you diss them brutually" I point out "So what? I should let everyone get away with saying some fucked up shit about me?" Marshall asks me "Sometimes walking away is the best thing to do, no one ever wins playing fire with fire" I tell him to make him understand "Someone always ends up losing and it's usually someone in the group because they get caught up in the rivalry" I glare at him "I can protect my friends, thank you very much" Marshall glares at me

"You are not understanding me, what happens if one of your friends get hurt because of a hip-hop rivalry?" I ask him and I see his face change, his face has softened up, and he looks a little afraid "Or worse, what if they get killed? you can't control life but sometimes you can walk away from a beef before it even happens" I tell him softly "Not gonna fucking happen, I defend myself, my friends and family" Marshall glares at me "They are my friends too and I care about them" I cock my head to the side "Listen bitch, no one in my group are your fucking friends" He leans closer to me still holding the glare "You have no fucking friends" I stare at him in disbelief and a little afraid. His eyes look pitch black

"You know what I like about being normal? Normality lets me know who my real friends are" I glare at him "You will never know who your real friends that will join your life are because you are powerful in the industry and a lot of people will be consumed with jealousy that they will get closer to you only to knock you down" I explain to him "Is that why you're back in my life? To knock me down" Marshall smirks at me "Ughh what is wrong with you? After every nasty stuff you said and done to me I'm trying to reach out to you but you're pushing me away" He now paces "because I don't need you in my life" I walk over to him "Well too bad I'm in it and I'm your friend" I tell him "You're my friend?" Marshall laughs like I'm stupid "Yes I am, a friend tells you the truth no matter how horrible it sounds" Marshall glares at me

"And I was telling the truth when I called you a fucking bitch that night" I slap him across the face for bringing up that night, I walk away from him. I don't feel like being in the studio so I walk out the door and head back to the apartment. I just can't deal with Marshalls bullshit because his ego is so inflated.