Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Slim Shady Era

Chapter 56

I crept back into my side of his bed and slightly spooned the side of his body. I stroked down the bicep of his left arm that was cradling the cover around his naked torso. He looked so innocent when asleep, and I always wondered what a genius brain like his often dreamt about .

"Marshall" I whispered into his ear and then kissed his earlobe, I had no response which made me smile, the deep sleeper. I then traced my nails gently down the length of his arm and when my fingertips reached his hand he clasped them,

"What time is it?" he moved his arm and buried his nose into the crease of his elbow,

"Quarter to ten" I replied softly,

"Fuck..." He groaned as he sat himself up in bed,
"I got a lot of shit to do today" He rubbed his face to wake himself up some more,

"I thought you had a free week?"

"Yeah I do got a free week, but free means I'm not dealing official business"

"Ohh"

"You knew what you was gettin' into Jodie, I told you"

"Constantly on the go, yeah yeah I know" I sighed,

"It's not that I don't want to, I just don't got the time to sit around in bed"

"Marshall I know, it's fine honestly" I pursed together a smile,

"Good" he started to lean down to me,

"As long as the world knows your mine I'm fine with you leaving me in bed alone" I lifted my head slightly to join his lips with mine, a rush coursed through my body as my eyes fluttered shut.

"Just fine?" He broke the kiss with a smirk,

"Real fine" I giggled from my throat as we continued to kiss,

"Aight..." he stopped kissing me to peck me on the forehead,
"I'm busting" he rolled up and out of bed,

"Don't spread yourself too thin" I sarcastically winked at him, he chucked his shirt from off the floor at me, I got a good waft of his aftershave,

"How about you get outta bed and go spread some butter on some toast" he shrugged on a clean tshirt,

"Why is that because a woman's place is in the kitchen? Are you not big enough to make your own toast? " I then just realised what I had said, he gave me the most confused look ever and we both then laughed,

"Shut up" he was flicking through his jogger tracksuit collection,

"Nawww poor baby hungry?" I fiddled with his shirt in my lap as I watched him get dressed, laughing to myself as I wound him up,

"Go make me some breakfast, cmon" he raised a brow whilst fixing a Diamond encrusted platinum D12 pendant chain around his neck,

"You're the cook in this relationship, or did you poison all your customers at Gilbert's Lodge?"

"Ay, I'ma good motherfuckin' cook, I've roasted you a few times ain't I?" he winked. I chucked his shirt back at him,

"Whatever" I laughed and rolled my eyes, climbing out of bed, his eyes followed my body,
"I'm really craving eggs benedict , do you fancy it?"

"Nah I was playing I'll grab something on the way but uh there's a set of spare keys down in the studio if you need to go out or whatever" he cleared his throat,

"What about if I need a ride into town?"

"Don't be getting no cab, I'll uh, leave a number on the coffee table for private transport" he put his hat on over his durag and then flicked up his overly large hood,