Rumors or Reality - Fan Fic Eminem x Minaj

Sooner

Nicki POV

Being with Em was easy, which was fucking with my head. When I'd suggested the game, I hadn't really considered us a possibility. Rather, I'd focused on the fact that he had the same general sense of playfulness as I did. It had seemed like the perfect way to amp up some sales and get a kick out of it as we did it.

As the three weeks following our first night together progressed, though, I was struck by how simple it was to fall into a groove with the man. Because of my label and its preferences, we'd ended up on the West Coast for the song he was featuring in. Although I knew he would have rathered his own stomping grounds, he didn't put up a fight about it. Instead, he'd just sucked up the shit and come out with me, teasing that he should get to see me in a swimsuit if he was forced to face the sun of California.

The fans had noticed our arrival, but they still hadn't decided if we were screwing with them or for real. Leaks made their way around the industry that we were working a song, so that undermined speculation that we were hitting it with each other. On the other end of the spectrum, people were capturing random shots of us standing nearer to each other than would be typical for friends or touching a shoulder or hand here and there. That, of course, fueled the flames for those who were backing the Rap Royalty couple. Unfortunately, those pictures seemed to also fuel the flames of my ex, who was getting fucking annoying with his daily – and sometimes hourly – texts.

Thinking bout you bby gurl

I sighed, looking at my screen. This was the fourth such text today, and it was aggravating the Hell out of me. I'd thought I'd been pretty clear about my lack of interest weeks ago, but this moron kept pushing at me as if I were going to break. He was jumping on my last damn nerve.

"Why do you look pissed?" Em said, coming up to me.

I had taken a break to catch a drink down the hall and was standing off to the side before going back in the booth when my phone had pinged. I looked up to find Em watching me curiously and I shook my head. I hadn't told him about my ex because I hadn't thought it important, but I wouldn't lie to him when he asked me outright.

"My past thinks he can worm his way into my present," I responded, handing Em my phone. He frowned and looked at the text. I knew when it connected with him, because his jaw clenched and his posture turned tense. He looked up at me, my phone still in his hand.

"He do this often?" Em asked and I twisted my lips.

"He's been more persistent in the past few weeks," I admitted. "Seems like he's worried about the rumors that I have someone who isn't him, so he's tryna get back into the fold."

Em nodded and then scrolled the text messages up. Normally, that shit would have bothered me, but I'd handed him the device and I had nothing to hide. It had today's messages only, since I'd deleted the bullshit from earlier. This round was perhaps the most pushy, though, so Em would see me shooting the fool down multiple times, with increasing sauciness.

"You mean what you said here?" Em asked, looking up at me. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't place. I frowned and looked at the phone to where he was pointing. I smiled and nodded.

Got a man now. Don't need or want a boy

In response, Em pulled me to him and kissed me, hard. It caught me off guard, but only for a moment. Then, I kissed him back for all I was worth.

The sounds of the studio dissipated into nothingness as Em's lips moved over mine. When he delved deeper, my hands ran up his shoulders to his neck. He tasted slightly of coffee and the smell of his cologne was subtle. I could only ever pick it up when we were this close and it had frankly become an addiction that I wasn't prepared for.

The game I'd started was the best idea I'd ever fucking had. It had given me the chance to know how hard my heart could pound with just a look. It taught me how to lose my senses with a touch. Fuck, it taught me how to function because I had to work with the dizzy, giddy feelings that he inspired when he kissed me. After so many years of being with one man or another, I'd discovered that being with Em was perfectly simple. It came so damn naturally that I couldn't help but wonder what the Hell had been wrong with me to ever think we couldn't be together.

When Em lifted his head, my lipstick was smudged over his lips. I grinned and cocked my head, licking my lips as I saw it. I liked seeing him look at me with that slightly dazed, hungry gaze.

"If I were a better woman, I'd clean the evidence of me off your mouth, bae," I said, my voice a little husky from the feelings that were fighting up a storm in the pit of my stomach.

Marshall chuckled and raised a hand, using a thumb to wipe at his mouth, but holding on to me still with the other. It was then that I remembered where we were. Em had kissed me in the middle of the studio hallway, without regard to whether anyone else would see us. Given how busy these places were, I had no expectation that our kiss had remained private. There were sure to be photos on someone's phone right now. Em must have realized what I did, because he shrugged and put his hand back down on the other side of my waist.

"Don't care if everyone knows," he said quietly, but with steel in his voice. I cocked my head as I looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Your jealous ass staking a claim?" I challenged and his eyes shone at me before he bent to speak against my mouth.

"Fucking right," he murmured before tagging my lips again. I chuckled into his mouth, scraping my nails over his head as I pushed his cap off of it. We were like that for a few more minutes until a cleared throat behind Em caught our attention.

"Um, you about ready to finish up?" Isaac, the sound guy, asked.

I could tell he didn't want to interrupt us by the red flush up his neck. Flicking my gaze to the entry to the room, I saw two others hovering and waiting for our answers. Em tensed a little, as if he were about to say something shitty, but I put a hand up to his mouth. His surprised eyes flew to mine and I gave him a look before I turned back to Isaac.

"Yeah, we'll be right there," I promised. Isaac sighed in apparent relief and booked it back into the room. Em rose a brow at me and I shook my head in response.

"Sooner we get this done, the sooner you see that swimsuit."