Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 39

Marshall's POV

My phone rang just as I was pulling my t-shirt on. I grabbed it and put it on speaker.

"Paul Bunyan, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Just a heads-up," Paul's voice came through, that dry tone he always used when it was something annoying. "You've got a new mysterious woman in your life that the media's obsessed with. They're sniffing around, trying to figure out who you're dating. Not too far from the truth this time, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. Of course. "Still just friends, Paul. Not that they care. Made it to the media already, huh? Great. She's gonna freak."

"They don't have a name or a face yet," Paul continued. "But Blair flipping out is your problem. Keep her in check, and be careful with whatever the hell you two are doing. Stay out of the spotlight. You know the drill."

Fantastic. Now I had to go all stealth mode. Just great.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll handle it," I muttered, hanging up just as Blair walked into the room.

"Speak of the devil, and she shall appear," I said, smirking.

"What are you on about now?" she asked, crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing in that way she did when she knew I was about to mess with her.

"You're in the news as Shady's mysterious new woman. Congrats."

"What?!" Her eyes widened, and she groaned, crossing her arms tighter. "Ugh, does this mean I have to be weird and extroverted now? Hide like you do? We're supposed to be going car shopping today, for crying out loud." She shook her head dramatically. "This is why we can't have nice things."

I chuckled, watching her, but there was a part of me that felt a little uneasy. I knew she hated this kind of attention, and I wasn't exactly doing her any favors by dragging her into it. "Relax, Drama Queen. They don't have a name or a face, so you're good—for now."

She hopped up on the bathroom counter, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Just wait until they figure out who I am. I'll spill all your weird habits to the highest bidder."

"Yeah, sure you will," I said, pulling my hoodie over my head. "Let's go. Security's driving one of my other cars as a diversion."

"Like a presidential motorcade?" Her face lit up, and I could see the excitement brewing. "This just got exciting. I can wave to people like a damn queen."

"Yeah, let's not," I muttered, rolling my eyes, though I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips. She had that effect—always finding ways to make even the dumbest situations feel lighter. "Move your ass."

She hopped off the counter, straightened her clothes, and strutted ahead of me toward the garage, that confident stride making me smirk behind her back.

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We wandered through the car yard, scanning the rows of gleaming vehicles. Blair stopped in front of a 1999 purple convertible Mustang, wrinkling her nose.

"Look at this monstrosity," she snorted. "Who the hell would buy this? Certainly not a man."

This bitch.

"Actually, it looks just like the first car I bought with my royalty check."

She froze, her eyes wide for a second before she burst into laughter. "I'm not even surprised."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

She shot me a grin. "I mean... You're pretty emotional for a guy. A feminine car would've suited you."