Lilly is a forty-something divorcee dealing with PTSD caused by a recent trauma. She is fatefully chosen for a job opportunity which sparks a cool little romance with Mr. Eminem. Lilly is also a sneaker reseller generating a bond between she and M...
I did not get to see Marshall over the weekend because I think his daughters were in town and he was spending time with them, but I practiced yoga, swam in the ocean, and was now going to acquire more shoes in San Diego (my plug). Nobody but Emilio knows where my secret source was located.
"Look all I'm saying is be careful." Emilio told me on the ride to San Diego. "He's Eminem for Christ Sake. You really think he doesn't have other bitches on the side?"
"No, I don't. You don't understand. You don't know him like I do."
"You're gonna get hurt Lilly." Emilio said shaking his head. "And then you're gonna come running to me to console you."
I did not talk for the rest of the ride.
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The following week Marshall was extremely busy every day, so we did not get to see each other much. On Wednesday morning though when I got to my office, there was a poster of Lady and the Tramp eating spaghetti taped to the door.
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L: you are so silly
M: anything to make you smile!
Marshall had been calling me every night before bed, but I was worried about what Emilio said about Marshall hanging out with other girls.
Shiq eased my mind as she was helping me pack.
"Lilly, he's taking you to Italy! He didn't ask any other girl, he asked you! Emilio's just jealous. Let yourself enjoy this!"
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The next day right after work I boarded the private jet with Marshall and his crew.
"You been brushin up on your Italian?" Marshall asked as he took a seat next to me.
"I know 3 things: hello, thank you, and fuck me harder." We both laughed.
Marshall and I ate dinner together on the plane. We joked and bullshitted and listened to music with the other guys, then it was nighttime. I had been feeling nervous about being on a plane alone with 6 dudes, but they were all funny and respected the fact that I was Marshall's girl. They all made me feel perfectly at home. Marshall insisted that I sleep in the bed as I was the only lady on the plane.
When we landed in Italy, we all climbed into an SUV to take us to the hotel. The whole crew went around the back and up to their rooms and Marshall showed me to mine.
"You can relax for a while, there's snacks and drinks in the fridge. Just be ready for dinner with me in 3 hours."
Marshall opened the door to enter his room which was right next door and I felt safe knowing he was close by. I took out my phone and dialed Shiq.
"Wassup girl? It's 6 in the morning." Shiq said in a groggy voice.
"Fuck that! I'm in Italy! I'm looking over Venice as we speak! It's beautiful!" I told Shiq and put on FaceTime to showoff my surroundings.
