The Private Chef || An Eminem Fanfiction

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Curtis's POV
"Yo, I'm in the mood for some good food." Royce says.

"You guys won't be disappointed then. My chef'll cook us something." I tell Eminem, Dre, and Royce da 5'9.

"You've got a chef?" Em asks me as we leave my studio.

"Yeah, a private one. She only works for me. I thought I've told you before." I answer, smiling slightly.

"You didn't. How long?" He asks me as I get into the passenger seat of his Escalade.

"I've had her as a chef for me for the past 3 years, dawg. She's highly skilled in the kitchen." I answer him.

"She's very kind, too." Royce adds.

"You guys know about her?" Em asks Dre and Royce.

"Yeah, she's super chill and down to earth. You'll like her. It's pretty hard not to." Dre answers.

"Let me call her to let her know we're on our way." I say and I pull up her contact and put it on speaker.

After the first ring, she answers,

"Mr. Jackson, how may I help you?"

"You know you can call me Curtis or Fiddy, whichever you'd like." I answer with a small laugh.

"I know, Curtis, I'm just playing with you. So, down to the details, what are you in the mood for?"

"Well, I'll leave that up to you, and I'm bringing friends over and would love for you to cook us something great."

"How many friends and do they eat a lot?"

"3 and yeah, so it's like my appetite multiplied by 3."

"What are you all, bottomless pits?" She jokes, and I can tell she's smiling a bit.

Royce laughs and says a loud hi.

"Royce! You're coming over?"

"Yeah, and Dre, too." Royce answers.

"Is he there with you?"

"Yes, ma'am." Dre answers.

"Hey, Dre. Okay, well, I better get to work. I know what to make and I've gotta let you go before I lose my thoughts. Later guys!" She says then hangs up.

"See dude? She's cool." I tell Em.

"Yeah man, she does sound cool." He softly agrees.

When we get to my place, I have Em park in my garage, then we all get down.

"Dude, when was the last time we saw her? I think at the last party you held, right?" Dre asks me.

"Yeah, even then she was pretty MIA because she had to keep everything in check as far as food went." I answer.

"Your taste buds are gonna flip out, Slim." Royce tells him as they follow me into my humble home.

"I'll take your word for it." I hear Em say softly.

I hear music as we make our way closer towards the dining and kitchen area.

I smile hearing the lyrics, "I want a girl with extensions in her hair, bamboo earrings, at least two pair, a Fendi bag and a bad attitude, that's all I need to get me in a good mood, she can walk with her switch and talk with street slang, I love when I woman ain't afraid to do her thang, standin' at the bus stop, suckin' on a lollipop, when she gets pumpin', it's hard to make the hotty stop, she likes to dance to the rap jam, she's sweet as brown sugar with candied yams, honey-coated complexion, music camay, let's hear it for the girl, she's from around the way."