Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Later Years

Last day in london

It was our third and final day staying with my parents, and as hard as the visit had been, having Marshall right by my side had made it all the more easier to handle. Marshall and my mum had developed quite the bond, he'd made an outstanding effort with her and I couldn't of asked any more of  him. I really didn't think it was possible after almost a decade to fall anymore in love with him, especially after the renewal of our vows, but seeing him with my mum and how incredible he'd been throughout this hard time had made me just... utterly and completely besotted. He was pulling pranks on her, keeping her laughing with jokes so bad that they was good and telling her all of these amazing stories about the places he'd been on tour, the sites he'd seen and also talking to her about Elton John, because boy did she love a bit of Elton. They had a real bonding moment over Marshall's story as to why he was so involved with Elton and what Elton had done for him, comically my mum remembered the story in the press about Marshall's gift of the diamond encrusted cock ring to Elton, and he had fun recalling how he'd come to that decision of gifting something so... intimate.
Marshall was such a pure soul, and in all honesty I wished that the world could see the family man that he was. Obviously the world knew the doting father side to him and it also knew of the charitable side to him, but they really didn't see how much of a loving and caring family man he was too. If he loved you, he'd do anything for you.

For our last day we'd decided to go to Mayfair to an exclusive club for the very rich and the very famous. It was called Annabel's. It was a very strict venue, to which the use of mobiles was only permitted in certain restricted areas of the club, nobody was allowed to take photos or post anything from the club to social media. It came with a hefty price tag too, it was basically a safe place for celebrities to dine, day drink, and club heavily into the night without the worry of any exposure. Everything was under one roof, from fine dining to all kinds of kinky and bizarre entertainment.
Because of the sheer price it also stopped Z-list celebs from entering and spreading idle gossip for clout. They had just opened a beautiful Japanese restaurant inside of its quarters, so we decided to go and have dinner to try it out. Getting booked in was an absolute nightmare as the receptionist originally denied us a booking due to not having a membership for the year, but once Marshall had taken control of the conversation and given them a private code they jumped to booking us in and apologised profusely. It was a certain code or turn of phrase that would be used if the filthy rich or super famous required a table anywhere in any major city, to prepare them for an elite booking so that they could pull out all the stops, ask for personal requirements and ensure that security was notified to ensure their guests were given the most exclusive and private experience which included crowd control and access to private entrances to avoid paparazzi hounding their guests.

"You know.. after being with you for so long, and being in Michigan where everyone gives you a wide birth, it's only overseas when I really remember that your.. a little bit of a big deal" I grinned as I watched the staff scurry around as our car rolled up to the entrance,

"A little bit of a big deal? I'm almost offended" he joked with sarcasm as he shook his head, watching out of the window as we waited for the car doors to open,

"I like it, sometimes"

"Yea?" He smirked at me,
"Does it gives you a little buzz?"

"Well doesn't it you? You can't say you don't like just a little bit of fuss"

"I can't say it's ever been a conscious thought of mine" before we could say anymore our doors opened. We shot out and into the club too quickly to be spotted for long enough for anyone to recognise the bearded man in a hat was Eminem. Hats however were strictly against the dress code so once we was in he respectfully removed his hat before being told off. One thing he hated was a condescending front of house staff member on a power trip telling 'Eminem' what to do.
There was a few couples scattered about in the luxurious Japanese restaurant. You could see that the design was heavily influenced by eastern philosophy and judging by the menu it was combined with ancient culinary customs with a contemporary culture.
As Marshall ordered our food I could see that those around us had now recognised him and couldn't stop glancing over. It'd been a long while since we'd dined out in public together as we was extremely private in that respect, we always preferred to be at home together given our busy schedules so private time was truly cherished together indoors and at home, so I'd somewhat forgotten just how much attention he got whilst being out-out with him.