𝙶𝚄𝙸𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 || 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙼 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲

Chapter 55 - They Call Me Slim Shady

A/N: This chapter contains themes of intimacy.

Sadé's POV:

— Friday, October 28th

I was sat in Marshall's office, conducting a few job interviews for my fashion brand so that I could really start getting things moving in that department. I had already done so many today, and I was now on my last one. Some of the applicants were great and I wanted to hire them immediately; Others not so much. I was really looking to make this an all women led team, specifically a minority women led team. That's who I want working for me because that's what my brand embodies. Of course, I wasn't going to discriminate. If you showed me you had the skills it took to be apart of this journey with me, then you were in the running. I didn't care what gender, race, or sexuality you were. However, I did feel it was important for me to try to at least find a few people who checked those things off in my head because I did want to be able to provide more opportunities for those who looked like me, or came from where I came from. Because let's be real: There weren't opportunities for women, women of color, men of color, and those who are apart of the lower/middle class. So if I can give those people an opportunity by allowing them to work for me, to better their lives, then I will one hundred and ten million percent. I'm not trying to come off as if I can be this sort of goddess or something, I just want to be able to give back and help my people, my community.

So here I was, conducting my last interview of the day. I had finished around 30 minutes later, at 3:11 in the afternoon. I had surprisingly finished up all the work that I had in my agenda for today earlier than I had anticipated. I was just so in my zone and so focused that I never took a break.

Marshall had stayed home to work in his studio today without the guys; So even though I was finished with work I didn't want to disturb him and his craft. Instead, I put some "Beats" headphones on that he had laying around his desk, and watched some YouTube videos while I scrolled through social media. Not even 15 minutes later, I felt Marshall's big hands on my shoulders, as he gave me small kisses along my neck while I sat in his chair. I took the headphones off, giving him my full attention.

"You done with work already, pretty girl?" He asked me.

"Yes. Are you?" I replied.

"No, but I wanted to take a little break to see you." He said in a husky voice.

I didn't reply as my breathing hitched in my throat. All day he had been doing little things to tease me. To get me to break, and give into him. I won't lie, it was starting to work. I had actually decided that today would be the day that he was officially let out of doghouse, and could get all of me... I just wanted to make him sweat a little bit longer though for laughs and giggles. I wanted him too, but the thing is, ever since last night it had sort of started to turn into this little game between us.

After we had gotten settled into bed last night to sleep, he started teasing me. We were laying down, our bodies close, and he had stared rubbing up on me, pushing himself against me.

And again this morning when I was reaching for a glass out of the shelves to have some coffee, he brushed his body against mines, making sure to press his pelvis into my lower back. He used the excuse of helping me get the cup as he grabbed it for me.

And any chance he had gotten today, he was kissing all up on me, grabbing me butt, or running his hands along my sides as we made out.

Of course I was denying his affection the first few days, but I was slowly giving in. He must've noticed that I was teasing him on purpose sometimes to make him work for it, but didn't give him the okay so he decided to flip the script and tease me back. So here we were currently, seeing how long it would take for me to give into his lust and affection.