Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 54

Marshall POV

I was beginning to think I was crazy.

No crazier the usual, but I had thought I had at least grown out of that stage by now.

I glared across the restaurant at the blonde woman, who giggled heartily with a man who touched her hand gently.

It was torture and woke up old demons.

The woman's intense eyes landed on me before returning them to her date.

I knew I shouldn't be here, she had warned me after all.

The fuck was I suppose to do?

It's her fucking job genius.

I force myself to look back down at my menu, pretending to reread it for the 3rd time.

With all my insecurities in the world, I had managed to enter a relationship with a woman whose job was to flirt with other men.

The universe had officially gone crazy.

I was jealous, and couldn't stop it.

I looked up to see he had moved closer and was now sitting at her side, whispering in her ear.

She bit her lip.

I clenched my jaw to try and keep the rage that was slowly building in the pit of my stomach.

I stood up and stormed out before I did something I regretted, made a scene and had another relationship forever immortalized the paper through the courts.

I got to my car, slid into the driver's seat and promptly punched the steering wheel.

Fuck.

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*Click*

I hear the door close then the sound of expensive heels up the stairs and then on the tile of my hallway.

I lay sprawled out on the bed, distracting myself with boxing on TV.

Looking at the time on my watch I look up to the doorway, Leila standing there, expression amused, head tilted to one side.

"Did you like the show, Marshall?"

In one swift move, I stood and stalked over to her.

"What do you fucking think?!"

"I did warn you," She said "You did it to yourself"

"Bitch don't play with me, you fucking enjoyed it"

She stood there, unbothered by the rage that filled the room as I stood, seething in front of her.

"It was easy money, of course, I enjoyed it" she shrugged "You have to get used to it Marshall, it's my job"

"Please, you could investigate other things for money"

"Why would I do that?" She smirked at me, reaching up and stroking my face "Men are much easier to manipulate"

I grabbed her wrist tightly, watching as she fought not to show the wince on her face, she swung her other hand hitting me in the chest.

"Fucking stop it"

"Don't show up again?" She said, demeanour flipping to anger, red lips turning into a sneer "You'd hate to know what happens at the hotel"