Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Blair's POV

I woke up to the light filtering into the curtains, a light breathing next to me.

I looked down nothing but panties, I must have stripped off at some point in the night, nothing out of the usual, I hated sleeping in clothes.

Suddenly I focused on the room around me, I don't remember Colson having white sheets.

My heart near stopped in my chest when I glanced at the man who in fact wasn't Colson next to me.

Eminem sleeping next to me, in nothing but boxers, laid on his back, arms above his head, lightly snoring soundly.

What the fuck.

I went to get up.

"Go the fuck back to sleep, we'll have it out later, I'm tired" He said not even opening his eyes "Some drunk bitch kept me awake most of the goddamn morning"

I snorted "Excuse me?"

"I didn't stutter bitch"

I grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and put it on and laid back down, shoving a pillow in between us.

"Now you want to separate yourself from me?"

I was confused, so I ignored his remark, took the pillow away, hugging it and rolled over.

My head was pounding and I couldn't remember how I got here, in bed with him.

I would say I needed to quit drinking to the point of blacking out, but then that would be a lie.

If I fucked him, I fucked him, can't change that now.

Could have been way worse.

Could have been Colson's friend Pete.

Ew.

I shuddered at the thought and rolled back over on my side, his hand brushing against my bare skin on my him on accident, goose bumps spreading over my body.

I would also say I needed to stop doing drugs, I always get hyper sexual on a come down and it can be dangerous.

I moved away more and tried to force myself back to sleep, the throbbing in my head slowly dying down.

"You breathe too loud" He muttered.

"You complain too much Shady"

"It's fucking Marshall woman, you know my damn name"

I giggled then stopped, he got so frustrated so fast.

"So did we sleep together this time Marshall"

"We almost did, but I rejected you, you were gagging for it"

"I doubt it"

"You were in my lap stripping off, I stopped you, gave you water, told you to shower and sleep in MY bed" I said, eyes still closed "But you still stripped your ass off and crawled into bed with me"

"Sounds like dumb shit I'd do"

"Still wanna do dumb shit?"

"I'm not that drunk still" I smirked, eyeing him.

He was actually pretty fit for his age, what was he in his late 40s? Man looked after himself that was for sure.

"You cried a lot" He said suddenly, eyes opening, the striking blue adjusting to the dull light making eye contact with mine "You kept me up most of the early hours crying"

"I did?" I said quietly "I'm sorry"

"It's ok, don't be sorry over that shit, everyone's had a broken heart, yours is just pretty fucked up, cry as much as you want, you're entitled to relieve that pain you're feeling, and get it out of your system"