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Chapter 55 - They Call Me Slim Shady

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue, baby?" He teased me as his hand began trailing down my body.

"Mhmm." I replied.

He lifted my head to look up at him while he was stood behind the chair, leaning his head over mines to force our lips to meet. He placed his hand over my throat softly, slipping his tongue in my mouth as he kissed me slowly and sexually.

"I know you want me like I want you. Life would be so much easier for the both of us if you just let me in, Sae." He mumbled against our lips before continuing his attack.

His hand that was on my throat was now massaging my breast.

"Marshall." I moaned into the kiss.

"Nah, don't "Marshall" me, baby. Let me in and I'll pleasure in more ways than one. I've gotta get back to work." He smirked into the kiss, pulling away from me.

He licked his lips, shooting me a wink before he left out his office and back into his studio downstairs. I know that boy did not just use reverse psychology on me. See what I was talking about when I said he flipped the script and been teasing me all day to see how weak he could get me?

— Later That Night

I had just finished my hair and makeup and was in my robe, getting ready to change into my Halloween costume that would match with Marshall's. I was so excited to wear it because it was going to be hilarious. I knew he would probably hate me for it, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity. And the fact that it was for his label party made it all the more better.

Marshall had decided to wait to change into his own costume because he wanted to see what it was first. So I changed into my outfit, coming out of the closet to reveal myself to him. He was sat on the bed with nothing but his boxers on, looking fine as usual, and his eyes were closed.

"Open!" I told him.

He opened his eyes looking at me confused at first. So I decided to help him out by grabbing my props and coming back out again. This time he looked at me in complete disbelief.

"NO. We are NOT doing this, Sadé!" He replied in exasperation.

Marshall's POV:

I was sat on the bed in my boxers with my eyes closed, waiting for Sadé to come out and show me what she picked out for our costumes. I told her I wasn't getting dressed until I approved it first. I just had this feeling that she was about to pull some slick shit. I heard shuffling around before she eventually came out.

"Open!" She excitedly instructed.

She was dressed in black overalls with a white crop top underneath, Nike air forces, and some fingerless gloves. She had her now blonde hair & bangs draped over her shoulders, ending at her butt. I looked at her confused because I didn't understand what I was looking at. What was the costume?

She noticed my confusion and went back into the closet to do something. She came back out to the room with a pink hockey mask over her face and a pink chainsaw. Suddenly, I knew exactly what she was. Or WHO she was rather. Oh hell no. Nah.

"NO. We are NOT doing this, Sadé!" I face palmed myself in exasperation.

I literally told her not to pick anything crazy. And what does she do? Pick something crazy!

"Come on." She whined, "It's cool. Everyone will love it!" She tried to convince me.

"Nah, go change. I'm not doing this with you." I told her calmly.