My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter fifty-three

Chapter fifty-three

            The day came where I had to leave to Detroit to spend a new summer with my love. Marshall and I couldn’t have any alone time together in my apartment which I longed for but when he comes back from L.A I show him a good time. My hormones spun out of control and I thought of the naughtiest things around him. Things I would never think of in a million years, I would blush at the thought. Now it all comes naturally to me when I think of sex with Marshall; I wouldn’t be so embarrassed about it.

            My mother and Desmond walked me to the airport with Marshall, “Call mommy when you get to Detroit” she said while hugging me. “I will mom” I said softly, she caressed my face motherly as if I was going off to war. She went over to Marshall and hugged him as well, “You take care of my baby” she grumbled. I knew she never liked Eminem what made me think she’ll ever love Marshall? Eminem is just a stage name; well she hugged him that has to say something. Desmond said goodbye to Marshall and me and the three girls who he has come to love. I don’t blame him, I love those girls, even though they aren’t mine, deep down I wish they were and I wanted them to be. We boarded the plane and took off to Detroit.

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            As I dazed out the window I saw Marshall’s hand move in different ways from the corner of my eye. I turned and saw headphones over his ears and pen and paper in his hands. It amazed me seeing his work come alive. I turned my head back to check on the girls, Hailie was reading while listening to her IPod, Laney was sleeping and so was Whitney. I’ve decide to do the conductive thing and read too. Although it was hard to concentrate considering I really didn’t want too. I forced myself to open my book and I eventually got into it. We were like one big family bored of one another.

            We finally arrived in smelly Detroit…Wait…smelly? Why did I say that? I felt a slight hint of anger/anxiety as if the slightest thing was going to bother me. I shrugged it off and bounced around in the car with girls as they singed to ‘Good Time’. We arrived to the familiar house and got settled in. The girls rushed to their rooms and barricade themselves in it. I could understand, Marshall changed into basketball shorts and a tank top. “It’s called a wife beater” snared Marshall. I grinned at him, “Such a stupid name…a terrible name to give such a good piece of clothing” I said as I folded my shirts into the drawer. “What do you wanna call it then?” he said as pulled off his white tank top…My eyes gazed over his gorgous body; perfectly shaped. “Uh…the same as the packages…tank tops” I said trying to narrow my eyes somewhere else. What the fuck? He’s my man…I can look all I want.

            As he checked himself out in the mirror, I licked my lips in the naughtiest way ever…my hands clutch together thinking of the amazing things that body can do. My heart raced as I thought on of all the naughty things. I was frozen in time with my Yankees top in my hands. Marshall turned around and saw my eyes narrowed towards him, I probably look like one of those cartoon wolves that howl at the sexy ladies. In this case the gorgeous rapper.

            “You ok?” he questioned nervously. “Yeah…I’m fine” I said naughty. He chuckled more showing off that rare smile, which turned in such a devilish grin. He walked over to me grazing my neck with his soft voice, “How about a taste of what Slim Shady can give?” he said. “I haven’t met him yet…” I said with a giggle. “Oh I think you’ll like him he’s very…spontaneous” said Marshall. His voice gave me giggles, sending chills down my spine. He started kissing my neck sending me into a trance. We were all over each other; the pain felt during sex now turned into the most pleasant…exciting…addictive feeling ever. I was able to get on top and enjoy the feeling and the pleasure I could give him. I love when he moans my name over and over; it sounds so lovely coming from his mouth.