Read My Lips (Eminem Fanfic)

10. Turn Of Events

Marshall's P.O.V

The second I open the door for Amari, she flies inside the Penthouse like a damn blur, like a motherfucking lightning, slapping me across the face faster than my dumbass could even blink.

Yeah, I ain't predict she would be this angry with me, not at all, but I ain't gonna front, it's sort of fun and sort of turns me on.

Until more slaps follow.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind for real, Marshall?!" She practically bellows, gearing up to slap me yet again until I snatch up both of her wrists.

"Aight yo, you gotta chill," I tell her seriously, trying my best to fight off an urge I have right now to just fuck her on the spot and fix this attitude of hers for her.

"You fucking kidnapped me!!" She yells again, all dramatic like. The way her face is when she's all worked up like that, I swear to fuck yo, she is way too fuckikg beautiful to me, she's so goddamn hot...

But she's starting to piss me off a little bit too. With that whole kidnapping bullshit.

"Yo, how many fucking times I gotta tell ya, ain't nobody kidnapped your crazy ass, bitch!! SO FUCKING CHILL!!" I bark, forgetting that she can't hear me anyway, so ain't no reason raising my voice, but fuck it, she's yelling so I'm yelling. I make sure to stand right in front of her though, so she can understand everything I'm saying to her, but I keep her wrists pinned in my hands cause I don't need to be slapped no more.

Amari stares daggers at me, moving rapidly back, trying to pull her wrists from my grip, but I hold on. She rolls her eyes and huffs loudly with exasperation.

"I'm not going to hit you again, Marshall. So let go of me," she let's out, forming her plump lips into a thin line. She still looks angry as fuck but I can tell the fight is leaving her somewhat. At least for now cause she done wore herself out.

I smirk and let go of her arms.

Amari stands staring at me all indignant like.

"If this isn't a damn kidnapping then I'm free to leave whenever I want, right?" She finally says.

"Of course, baby. Ain't nobody gonna hold you here against your will."

"Okay, so I want to leave right now then," she blurts out and turns on her heels, heading for the door.

"Nah, not so fast," I grab her arm then, spinning her back around to face me.
"Cause I do need you to listen to what i got to say first."

"That's not how it works, Marshall!!" Her voice raises again in volume as she starts screaming again. "Seriously, what were you thinking?! You wanted to talk to me, you could've just, I don't know, text me!!"

"I did text you," I shrug. "You ain't never replied to me."

"Oh yeah, that weak ass fake ass pathetic apology," Amari practically laughs in my face then.

Fuck.

"And when I didn't respond to your weak ass apology, you had thought it was totally cool to have your fucking... guard dogs snatch me up, manhandle the fuck out of me and throw me in the back of a fucking car against my will, but noooooo, that wasn't a kidnapping at all," she then continues to talk angrily and I frown.

Amari looks away from me, breathing rapidly again from her anger and I put my fingers against her cheek lightly, turning her face back towards me, forcing her to look at me again, and she slaps my hands away.

"Nah, but what you mean they manhandled you?" I ask her then, feeling my own blood start to heat up in anger now. "Them motherfuckers touched you, Amari, got rough with you? They wasn't supposed to do that. Nah, fuck that," I say angrily.