The player gets played
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Last published Mon, Oct 23, 2017
THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENTS, VIOLENCE, ALCOHOL AND DRUGS!!!
"You need to get that bitch the fuck out of here." I hear Em's voice behind me. I turn around and he's talking to the security guy who's right behind me. I'm so confused right now because I haven't done anything wrong! Why is he tripping like that? Last time we saw each other was the night I met him and he was the one who seduced me.
"What the fuck is your problem?" I ask him getting angry. I mean.. I just got here, what could I've possibly done wrong already?
"You being here is my fucking problem." Em says angrily which makes me take a couple of steps forward so I stand in front of him now.
"Is your girlfriend here or something?" I ask. I don't really know if he's seeing somebody or if he's with his ex wife but if there's another girl here then it'd explain his behavior. I don't really care if he has another girl here because we just slept together one time, but I have just as much right to be here as he has.
"Do you think I'd stuck my dick into a slut like you if I had a girl?" He asks and before I can answer then he speaks again. "Stop following me around." He gives himself way too much credit now and I can't help but laugh.
"You think I'm here because of you?" I laugh.
"I don't care why you're here cus I don't want you here." He says.
Jessica Parker lives in LA, she's 25 years old and she's a real party girl. She lives of her rich dad and she dates rich guys just to use them. She doesn't believe in love and she has never been in love. She's a pretty girl and she knows that, men are chasing her but she's just toxic, she's the girl that is dangerous to fall in love with.
Then she meets the famous Eminem and he's not like other men, he's not easy to play around. What exactly happens when a player meets a player?
THIS STORY TAKES PLACE IN 2001.
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