The Parasite | Eminem

21

A.N. Ugh- idk

"Breaking news, A fire broke out at the GM Renaissance office on Renaissance Drive West last night. Detroit Fire Services said nobody was injured, and the fire was controlled within an hour.
Officials told CNN earlier this morning that the fire most likely started with overloaded power sockets, and could have been further fed by flammable liquids or office furniture and appliances."

I stare at the small TV in Marshall's apartment.
Mission success.
God, they're stupid.
I'm so glad office fires are common.

I pick up my phone from the coffee table, dialling Leah's number and waiting to tell her the great news.
I watch Marshall come back into the living room with two cups of coffee.

"Yo, what's good?" Leah asks, groggy morning voice coming through the phone.

"God is dead baby, God is dead, and you've got your half" I tell her as discreetly as possible.

"Seriously?" She asks, voice spilling with excitement. "I can use that shit to get published!" She shouts, and suddenly I hear loud thud noises coming through the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask with a chuckle.

"I'm jumping on my desk!" She cheers, making me laugh harder.

"Well, be careful not to break it... but congratulations!" I tell her, watching Marshall get down on his knees in front of me.
I raise an eyebrow, thoroughly confused.

"Baby... come on, hang up the phone" he  whispers seductively, running his hands up my thighs.
Woah, what is going on?

"I gotta go... uhm, my current affliction is very horny..." I mutter, eyes widening as he grabs at the elastic of my boxers.

"Have fun!" She tells me before hanging up on me.
Oh man.

"What you doing?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the man between my legs.
I place my phone down on the coffee table, sure I won't need it for this.

"Having breakfast" he grins, pressing his hand to my stomach.
He lays me down on the coffee table before sliding my boxers off.

"Holy- shit, oh God!" I sputter out in shock.
He's quick to tease my entrance with his tongue.

"God is dead... and you've taken his place." He tells me before sliding his tongue inside me, eyes locked with mine.

Oh, he's perfect...

***

I stare down at the stack of bills in my hand.
$1,000 bucks in twenties.
What I'm gonna do with it, I don't know, but I'll start by fucking partying tonight.
How do I invite Marshall to that while not sounding suspicious?

The woman has long since left me to ponder by myself in the mostly vacant parking lot.
Badass.
You blow up your cheating husband's office then take two thousand of his own money to pay for the cost of the whole ordeal.
That's a new level.

I know I was just with Marshall a few hours ago, and I could easily just go partying with Leah, but part of me feels like I should actually treat him like a boyfriend.
So I suppose that involves having him be with me a lot of the time.

I slide back into my car, still holding the stack in my hands, unable to look away as I use my other hand to fetch my phone.
I dial his number and wait silently.
Part of me wonders if I should have asked for more... but you've gotta account for the fact that the money itself is part of the evidence.
Too much and it's suspicious.

"Yo?"

"Hey, so... I know I was with you like a few hours ago... but uhm, you wanna- like, go out for drinks tonight?"