Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 113

Blair POV

"I'm vanilla, baby, I'll choke you
But I ain't no killer, baby
She use to be twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby
I get love from Detroit because I'm still Slim Shady Baby" Marshall rapped along to the song Lovin' On Me as he changed the words, rubbing his hands down my sides before grabbing my ass as I tried to retouch my lip gloss in the mirror I had found in the foyer on our way back.

I turned and laughed at him as he stood there, nodding his head in tune with the music.

My favourite version of Marshall was this exact one.

I've seen many videos of him when he was younger and he was just, wild.

But goofy and carefree Marshall was always my favourite.

We turned as a door opened to the foyer and someone stepped out, she was tall and wore a tailored black dress, with her hair pinned in an elegant braided style around her head.

Marshall snapped back into Eminem mode, scowl crossing his face, it probably helped that he was annoyed that we were being disturbed after slipping away from the event for a moment.

"Mrs Mathers?" She asked politely "Sorry to bother you, I'm Adrianne, I was sent by Rhianna personally, she would like to set up a meeting with you, she would like you to walk in one of her Fenty shows"

"She what now?" I gaped, standing back in shock.

Marshall snorted holding back a laugh.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she asked for you, Blair Mathers, she even clarified by saying the wife of Eminem," She said giving me an awkward smile "It's a very distinguishable title as you can see"

I cringe at the awkwardness of her having to explain to me being the right Mathers like there were multiple people with my exact name.

"I uh, are they sure they want me to walk the catwalk I mean... I'm hardly a supermodel.."

"Sure you are" Marshall piped up "You stood in for my merchandise models plenty"

My jaw dropped at his words, ain't no way this man just compared catwalks to merchandise modelling as if it was the same damn thing.

"What?"

"You're insane" I groan "It's not the same, one I can do and nobody cares, the other is on TV and broadcasted to the world"

"Last I checked being MY wife also broadcasted to the world but you ain't make a big deal out of that," he said and rolled his eyes "My fans are more vocal bout it than you"

"Well,  I'll just leave you with contact details," Adrianne said awkwardly with a smile and handing me a card  "Please do contact us as soon as you decide"

She gave a polite nod and disappeared through the doors.

I turn to him and slap his shoulder "The fuck do you always have to air dirty laundry in front of people?"

"Me? Ok, no way is Miss fucking big mouth after a few drinks accusing me of airing dirty laundry is she?" He snorts in reply.

I frown and him and look down at the card, still shocked that I was asked.

"You should do it" I hear him say quietly "Regardless of what you have or haven't done, you know you would kill this shit"

I look back up at my husband, who's standing there looking at me with a mix of annoyance and adoration on his face.

"Can we go back in now?"

Marshall groans at me "Can't we just leave?"

"I just let you get handsy with my cat in the fucking cloakroom and now you want to leave? We could have done it at home without me almost getting sodomized by a goddamn clothing hanger" I glare at him and poke my finger into his chest.

Marshall rolls his eyes at me, fed up, looking behind me.

Someone clears their throat behind me.

Goddamnit, I fucking hate it when he's right.

I turn to face whoever just got a rundown of our latest sexual adventure.

"I mean I wouldn't expect it to be that good, but here you are, yelling about it" Paul grunts, a smirk threatening to cross his lips, but he forced a disappointed dad look instead "Remind me to go over what the word "subtle", "graceful" meaning with the importance of learning what an "indoor voice" with you B"

"I mean I did warn her..." Marshall smirked, "It's boring as shit in there"

"You of all people know the importance of not ducking in public spaces" Paul said rolling his eyes "Keep your genitals to yourselves in public at least you two"

Marshall shrugged nonchalantly, flipping down on the foyer sofa "My wife is a fiend for this dick"

Again I found myself gaping at the man, who was meant to be my partner in crime, throw me under the bus in front of what felt like our parents.

"Fuck you Marshall, you wanted it too"

"Never said I didn't"

"Can we just agree to keep the bumping uglies in public spaces surrounded by the press to a minimum? Please for the love of god" Paul grained pinching the bridge of his nose "You're both adults, I shouldn't have to remind you both to act like adults"

"Ok ok fine, no more raw dogging the wife in cloakrooms got it, damn"

"MARSHALL" I yelped, face-palming myself.

"Could have gone my whole life..." Paul grimaced.

"Why is everyone standing out here like you're being scolded by the principal?" Fifty's voice came.

"Don't ask"

I glare at Marshall as he swans over to me and attempts to grab my hand.

Snapping my head away I storm back through the doors returning to our seats, watching the final act of the awards show.

Mid plan of dramatically signing divorce papers and selling everything Marshall owned on eBay, he appeared in front of me.

I make eye contact as he slowly sits down next to me, sheepishly smiling.

"Sorry Satan" He whispered "i"m sorry I aired out everything, next time I'll bite my tongue"

"You got a lecture about respecting women again didn't you"

"Pretty much, it was awful" He groaned, rolling his eyes, a look of displeasure crossing his sharp features "You know I respect you right?"

"Of course stupid," I say, giggling quietly.

He stares at me intensely, a smile tugging at his lips in the corners.

I cave, knowing sitting there was agony for him.

"Let's go" I sigh into his ear, leaning into him,

It was finally his turn to look at me in shock, breaking character, which was blasphemy in Shady world.

Without another word, I was being dragged through the back entrance and into an awaiting car.

Cinderella eat your heart out.

Marshall sat next to me with a smug smirk on his face "So, why are we bailing?"

"Because we like a dramatic exit"

He chuckles "Paul's gonna kill us you know"

I shrug resting my head on Marshall's chest as he pulls me into an embrace.

"I'm gonna do the show for Rhianna"

He tilts his head to the side and looks at me.

"I'm glad you are, it will be great for you, you'll love working with her, she's so down to earth"

"Are you ready for the world to see me in all my glory"

"I am never ready" Marshall snorts "But then that's the best part about being with you, and that's why I love you"