Stay | Eminem

Chapter 13

"So, how was your day?" Shawn asked, proud smile visible on his handsome face. After I was done with work at the camp where we film, I decided to drop by Shawn's flat for a beer. Before you twist your mind and turn me into impolite manly cow asking where are my manners, you may want to be warned that I don't give a shit.

"Great! I got to meet the entire crew, looks like good cash and so much fun! Oh and I met the male character, Grayson, so hot." I smirked.

"Hotter than me?!" He asked curiously, hundred percent serious. I rolled my eyes.

"Never, hotshot." I said and I smiled.

"I make them panties drop down to the floor!!" He sang. I didn't argue or tried to deny it. Call it arrogance or overconfidence but dude had something special in him that women love.

"Yo I'm sure lovin' boy's gonna be hell of a jealous when you tell him what you're gonna do on the set with your second boyfriend." Never really thought about that before. Frankly, Marshall do understand what the difference between business and personal life means.

"Who says I even have to tell him?"

"You don't. But dude's good lookin' right? I'd want to know who my girl's gonna make out with." He said matter of factly.

"Well he could've asked, he didn't"

"Maybe he's embarrassed." I let out a laugh.

"That dude doesn't know what embarrassment is." I responded.

"Whatever, it's your call but don't cry back to me when he dumps you cause of that." He said and I raised my eyebrow.

"Alright I'll tell him when it's time."

"Sure." He muttered ironically.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, nothing." I shook my head at him and he laughed.

We spent the afternoon mostly fooling around, eating Chinese food and watching TV until Marshall decided that he wanted to send someone to Shawn's flat out of blu to pick me up. His voice had that usual demanding sound that I absolutely hated. As much as I tried to explain to him that I did not enjoy his commands and orders, he kept doing things his way without paying attention whether I like it or not.

After twenty minutes, I entered Marshall's black, huge Cadillac Escalade. His driver, Paul kindly opened the door for me and I was beyond surprise to see Marshall inside.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you there." I smiled and sat beside him before placing small kiss on his lips.

"Too bad, right?! Were you hopin' to have some time alone with Paul?" We both looked at the rearview mirror at Paul who looked like he swallowed a piano. His cheeks were bloody red and he looked so uncomfortable and embarrassed that it hurt my little heart.

"Asshole." I muttered and kicked Marshall's leg with mine.

"Give me the button, Paul." Marshall said and Paul pressed a button in front of him. A black glass appeared between backseat and the two in front blocking and muting the two of us from Paul.

"You're such an asshole, Marshall." I commented on the previous situation.

"I don't pay his ass to stare at yours."