Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 24

Marshall's POV

From Satan: This guy is so boring.

To Satan: I'm not one to say it, but I
told you so.

From Satan: WTF what do you mean not? You ALWAYS say it.

Well I was right.

She's on what she calls a "not date" with Antony.

I'd believe it wasn't a date of it was just drinks.

But it was dinner and drinks.

She had messaged him a few days ago, kinda debating aloud if she should go or not, but then came to the conclusion that a girls gotta eat.

Eat a dick probably.

To Satan: At least it's a free meal, maybe I should thank him, there's still
Food in my fridge.

I looked back down at the redhead that was bobbing between my legs on her knees, desperately gobbling on my cock like her entire life depended on it.

Yeah I was texting.

It just wasn't working for me.

"Do you always text while you're getting off?"

"No"

"Oh, is it important?" She asked, looking up at me, wiping her mouth.

"No, I'm just not getting off" I said.

"Is it something I did?"

Yes.

It's you, that's why I can't get off.

"Nah, I'm just not in the mood for it, stressful day" I said, standing and pulling my pants up, while she looked at me like she was about to cry.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah gonna go, thanks for trying Anyways" I shrugged, heading towards the door.

"Is it because of that brunette chick?, the one that looks like she's in her twenties that seems to always be around you?"

I turned around, she was still knelt on the floor in front of the bed where I was sitting.

"Nah, but I don't really think it's your business" I said then reaching for the door handle letting out a chuckle, thinking back to Blais groupie conversation about names "See you round Brittany"

I walk to the car under the shadow of the late night, sliding into the drivers sid and started the car, when my phone started ringing through the speakers.

"Ok, so what are chances of someone being really boring and still be good in bed?"

I laughed into the phone, seriously, she's on a date and she's calling me with this?

"Well, I'm not to sure actually?"

"Have you been called good in bed? You're boring, I need an answer I'm hiding in the bathroom"

"Ouch"

"I think I'm gonna bail on him, he's so boring, I wish I was drunk so I'd be entertained, can you call me and make up an excuse?"

"Isn't that what Kelsey is for?"

"She's busy at work? Please Marshall, I'll owe you"

"Well I'm out a blow job, so?"

"I would rather gag on my own vomit then your dick, gross"