Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 40

Blair's POV

Devil Eyes - Hippie Sabotage

I sat there, watching Marshall joke around with Dre and Hailie, their laughter filling the room. It was easy, natural—the kind of vibe that only comes when you're surrounded by people who matter.

This was just a small gathering, nothing too crazy. Dre was in town, so it was mostly the Shady family—people Marshall trusted. And even in this small setting, he had a way of commanding the space without trying. It's like the room bent to him, and I could feel it—the shift in the air, the way the energy changed when he walked in. I'd heard people talk about it, how he could own a room, an arena, even a stadium. It wasn't just hype. There was something electric about him, something magnetic.

And I wasn't immune to it. I'd always felt that pull, that strange energy between us, though I'd never really tried to put it into words. What would be the point? It was hard to explain, so I didn't.

But lately, since he gave me the key to his house, I'd been thinking about it more. I'm not an idiot—I knew what it meant. That wasn't just a casual gesture. He'd put me on a list with his daughters, and everyone knows how high up those girls are in his world.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel about it. Honored? Sure. But something about it made me uneasy too, like I wasn't sure if I deserved to be on that list.

Since the assault, I'd been noticing things more—small things, things that would normally slip past me. This was one of those things, lingering in my head longer than it should.

"You've been staring at him for ten minutes, Blair."

I jumped, nearly spilling my drink, snapping out of my thoughts. Kim's voice cut through my internal spiral, her amused eyes meeting mine.

"Jesus, Kim," I muttered, steadying my glass. "Sorry, I didn't realize."

She shrugged, sitting down next to me with the kind of ease that only comes from knowing someone for years. "When Marshall came by to pick up Whitney a while ago, he asked to talk."

I raised an eyebrow. "You guys don't really do that anymore, right?"

"Not really," she admitted. "We usually just talk over the phone about the girls. But this time, he sat down, like it was serious. So, I figured it was."

I nodded, still trying to piece together where she was going with this.

"He asked if I was okay with him giving you a key to the house."

That stopped me. "He asked you for permission?"

Kim nodded, watching me carefully. "Yeah. It caught me off guard. I mean, you and Marshall have always had... whatever this is between you. I wasn't worried. Whitney loves you, and I think you've been great for her. But what stood out to me was that he asked. He wanted to make sure it was okay for you to come over, even when Whitney's there."

I blinked, my mind spinning. Why would he need to ask her if it was okay?

"Is that... weird?" I asked, feeling more confused than ever.

Kim ignored my question and continued, her voice thoughtful. "The thing about Marshall is that he doesn't come out and say what he's thinking. He's more of an actions guy. And when he does something, there's usually more to it than meets the eye. I guess what I'm saying is, maybe start reading between the lines."

Her words hung in the air, cryptic and heavy. What lines? What was I supposed to be seeing?

"Yeah," I muttered, still trying to make sense of it. "He's definitely one of those 'actions speak louder than words' guys."