Rap God (Book 2)

He's An Asshole

Smut Warning...

A whole week later....

We'd been home about 3 days, cutting our break a little short as Marshall had an unexpected and impromptu meeting with his label he couldn't get out of, and I told him he shouldn't. besides, I was ready to go back home anyway, so I decided to join him on his jet.

Currently I was at my agents office going through some paperwork for my next job, when my phone began buzzing in my bag. I dove into it and grabbed my phone before it rang off. I saw it was Marshall.

"hey"

"hey baby, you good?"

"yeah, how come you're calling me at 10am?" I laughed, then hearing him chuckle, "well, I got a free space over lunch time, wondered if you wanted to come by the studio if you're free. We're gettin burgers" he added, knowing his audience. I laughed, "what time you talkin?"

"1?"

"that's actually pretty good, I'm finished at 1 today. I'll head on over once I'm done" I said. "cool. See you later" and then he clicked off. I squeaked to myself, even though I had stayed with him at his house for the passed 3 days, I was still excited to see him and spend time with him. I guess we were making up for the lack off being together over the passed year. And I definitely wasn't complaining.

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As soon as the clock chimed 1pm, I flicked my folder closed, stuffed it into my Michael Kors bag, grabbed my phone and water bottle and headed out of the office. It had been a terribly easy day today, mainly reading up on all of the offers I had accumulated since I took my break and I was picking out the ones I wanted to take home to scour though. I quickly sent Marshall a text to say I was heading his way and then I started my beloved truck and pulled out of the car park.

It was about a 30 minute drive to Marshall's studio, but the roads seemed pretty quiet so I managed it in just under 20. I hadn't actually been to Marshall's studio before and was aware that this was a pretty big deal to him as well as me, but with the way our relationship was rapidly progressing, I was trying to let it not phase me as I was happy and in love for the first time in a couple of years and I knew he felt exactly the same, and I was determined not to screw it up.

Floor 6.

Was the text I received whilst I was driving. Followed by: x I had to giggle, his brain made up the sickest rhymes and worked on over time, but it took him the longest time to figure out the simplest technology. Anyway, I was here at the studio, so I parked up Iron hide at the back of the parking lot. I grabbed my perfume out of my bag and spritzed myself, fluffed up my hair, checked my make-up which luckily was still very much in tact, and then I exited my truck. I closed the door and used his shiny exterior to check my outfit. I was wearing a pair of black culottes, loose around the leg but very fitted over my ass. A white floaty sleeveless blouse covered my top half, which had the back exposed and my favourite strappy heels. I was fairly happy with how I looked, so I locked the car up and walked over to the entrance of the building.

I climbed the floors in the elevator as my cell phone began ringing. I pulled it out of my bag, expecting it to be Marshall, but it was my agent. I chewed on my lip wondering if I should answer it, but I knew I should.

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It was 1.30 and I knew she should be here. I checked my phone and nothing from her. "yo, there's a hot lil somethin in the lobby" Bizzy declared as he entered the room with a platter full of burgers and fries. I shook my head and laughed at him, "yo I gotta take a leak" I said, then turning to the door. I did, but I wanted to go check if I could see her, she was never late to anything.