Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 14

Blair POV

I grabbed the rail steadying myself, I'm pretty sure the floor was about to fall out from under me.

It wasn't even 10 pm and I was struggling to find Kelsey in the club.

"God fucking damnit" I muttered to myself.

"Whoa little lady, That's not very nice language for a pretty girl" A guy in his late 30s said turning to me, almost in my face, slouching his arm over me.

I'm sure the gagging urge I had wasn't because of the alcohol I had consumed.

I had somehow attracted his attention, as with others, I'm pretty sure I was that drunk the vultures had started to circle me, there was always these kind waiting to pick of the drunk girls at the end of the night.

I shrugged out of his arm shoving past him and a bunch of people and tried to find somewhere to gather myself, the ecstasy was fucking with my equilibrium.

I found myself leaving the club, staggering down the sidewalk, the music fading behind me, freezing my ass off in heels and a short dress.

"Little lady!"

Oh for fuck sakes, even in my current state, I didn't want any of that noise, I could barely walk myself, and now I had to fight some asshole who though all women owed him a lay.

Suddenly I felt an arm around me again, I tried to shrug him off.

"No chance buddy"

"I know girls like you, come on you're up for anything"

"Not for you, you piece of shit"

Suddenly his blurred face twisted and he grabbed my arms tight, gripping me with force.

"Get the fuck off me, who the fuck do you think you are" I yelled thrashing my body trying to get out of his grip.

"Slut, don't act as if you don't want this"

"AYO, BITCH WHERES MY MONEY"

His head snapped toward the black Escalade with the hooded figure inside.

"Man you better be giving her cash up front for what you about to do"

"I, Uh... I didn't realise she was... you know"

"She one of my top earners brother, now either pay up or fuck off before you eat my lead" The hooded figure snorted "Bitch get in the fucking car 'fore I end you too"

The guy released his grip and backed off, almost running in the other direction.

I heard the familiar crazy laugh and relaxed, putting my hands on my hips.

"Really Marshall? Acting like my pimp?"

"Hey I ain't the one walking the street looking like that" he said hood sliding back of his head as he leaned out the car and pointed to my dress.

"It's a $1000 for the hour, blow jobs are an extra $500"

"That's steep"

"You could afford it, I charge accordingly"

He rolled his eyes "Get in the fucking car before someone else tries to stick their dick in you"

I smirked and walked around to the other side and climbed in, almost falling out in the process.

"You smell like a distillery"

"It's been a long day"

"Drinking those troubles away" He hummed.

"Are you following me"

"Bitch I don't need to follow you, I was driving to the studio and I would recognise your devil ass anywhere, why the fuck are you walking alone in Detroit at night?"

"Oh, yeah, I kinda lost Kelsey and I'm flying high, I dont know why I left the club"

"Well guess you're gonna ride this out at the studio"

"You can take me home"

He looked at me and laughed that stupid laugh again.

"What do you can somehow end up even more fucked up? Nope"

"What is it with you being so boring and sober"

"Death, death is what was actually with me, litrally taking a huge dump on my chest"

"Ok I get it, Jesus" I said pulling my tiny dress down "You got any size 8 clothes your groupies left behind in your studio?"

"Nah, I don't fuck bitches in my sanctuary" he said then pretended to think" I got a few garbage bags laying around though, I'm sure you could make something out of it"

"You're on fire tonight Shady, you're not acting so grumpy and old tonight"

"I got laid"

"So the viagra is still working then? Gonna go jump in the booth and rap about it?"

"Brave words coming from a hooker" He laughed and pulled through the drive through ordering me the biggest meal he could then dumping it in my lap.

"I'm not hungry"

"You are now bitch, time to soak up the alcohol, bon appétit"

"What am I going to do while you're in the booth?"

"Do you play arcade games? Don't worry, they have joysticks, and I'm sure you know exactly how to work them"

I rolled my eyes "For someone that's heterosexual you sure love dick jokes"

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I sat there tapping my nails on the soundboard, I had snuck back in after inhaling the food Marshall had given me, he'd already kicked me out of the studio he was working in but it's not like me to listen to him.

He glared at me from the booth as he did what he does.

I just smiled and gave him a wave, then looking down at the buttons I searched for the one so that the studio did a playback.m of the booth.

So many damn buttons, how the hell do they remember them all.

Worse case I hit the wrong button and I get cussed out.

I pressed a big green button and I hear his voice full the room with music and I look up and gave him a thumbs up.

He continued to finish laying his lyrics and then stormed out of the booth up to me, hitting the button.

"I fucking said don't touch shit and don't disturb me while I'm in the goddamn booth"

He looked wild and pissed, he's hilarious angry.

"Relax, I won't tell anyone"

"You're so fucking defiant"

"Guess your music growing up did me well" I said and started spinning around on the chair like a child.

He grabbed the handles of the chair and stopped me in front of him, he came in closer, in my face, he was actually pissed.

"Bitch we both know you're acting out, you don't have one fucking bad bone in your body, it's all an act and you know it, so quit it"

I crossed my arms and glared at him.

"That's what I thought" He snorted and got up shoving yet another bottle of water "You can stay in here, don't touch my shit, and please just sober the fuck up"

I held my hands up as he walked away back into the booth.