The Life We Live

Chapter 3

At the hotel

Loud music was blasting from the speakers, all the people were dancing, smoking and drinking.

Isabella texted her sister before they left the arena, letting her know that she's staying with the guys. Proof and Swifty had a dance battle, Denaun was busy flirting with a drunk chick, Bizzy snoozed off in a chair near the mini bar, Kuniva and Marshall where at the table with food and went over to Isabella who sat alone on the couch.

"Here." Marshall put a plate with a burger in front of her and she gave him a thankful smile.

They ate their burgers, when they were done Marshall fetched some more drinks for them and came back.

"Look at Rufus, he could sleep through an earthquake." They laughed and watched Proof and Swifty's dance battle. Both looking hilarious.

"Sup Slim, Isabella." Dre approached them giving Marshall and Kuniva a handshake and Isabella a side hug, placing himself on the couch.

"So how'd you find the show?" Dre asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"Awesome! Really it was so cool I couldn't stop rapping along to the songs." Isabella smiled.

Dre nodded "I appreciate that."

While they were chatting with each other, Proof, Xzibit and Swifty joined them now, talking about their dance battle. Xzibit shook his head.

After a while Isabella felt the need to dance, she excused herself, went over to the 'dancefloor' and stole the attention from some girls which lead to them giving her nasty glares but she didn't gave a fuck and started to dance.

"Who's baby girl over there?" Snoop came over, planting himself on the couch, lighting a joint and passing it around.

"That's Isabella, Slim's best friend." Dre accepted the joint that was passed to him.

Isabella danced in a sexy way with her back turned to them, they watched her body move to the beat.

"Damn she knows what she's doing with those hips." Xzibit stated.

"Right! Making them other girls look like fools." Proof said.

Marshall's to busy, having a nice view of her ass. She turned around facing him and bit on her bottom lip smiling and turned back around making him tightening his grip on his bottle gulping the rest down.

"She want's you dawg." Proof pushed Marshall's shoulder. Marshall shook his head knowing Isabella's drunk because she wouldn't dance the way she does in front of everybody.

Marshall saw Isabella leaving the room walking towards the balcony, he stood up and followed her out.

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Marshall's P.O.V.

I stepped out of the room inhaling some needed fresh air. I felt her tensing up when I wrapped my arms around her waist but then relaxed as she realized that it was me.

"I don't like how every man in that room was staring at you." I whispered in her ear making her blush.

"I was trying to get your attention."

"You had it since you entered my fucking dressing room baby."

I began to plant small kisses on her neck. She turned her head to one side giving me more access of her neck I softly bit down that made her let out a quiet moan.

"Marshall..." She let out barely in a whisper. 'Yeah that's right.'

Turning her around, I pulled her more into me. Izzy wrapped her arms around my shoulders, I put my hands on her lower back. We stared into each other eyes, not saying a thing.