Chapter 1

Marshall POV

Sitting across from my Paul, I was caught by the sight of a beautiful woman, the same one who I had seen multiple times before around Detroit.

She was almost too beautiful.

But the kicker was, each time I had seen her, it was with a different man.

Well I think it was the same woman, sometimes she had wig on, I wouldn't forget that face.

And that was your typical whore.

"Marshall, are you listening to me? Why are you rolling your eyes" Paul's irritated voice came, interrupting my inner thoughts.

"What?" I snapped looking back at him.

Paul pursed his lips and scolded at me.

"Marshall we need a few more songs to complete this surprise album, you wanted this, you have less than a few months to complete it before Christmas"

I waved him off.

"Sure, I'm on it, you know me, I'm always good for releasing a hit, don't worry"

"Who are you even staring at?" He said turning and looking in the same direction "She's quite attractive, but she appears to be very taken, my friend"

"She ain't taken, I've seen her out a few times with other dudes, I'm almost certain she's a whore"

Paul tutted me.

"My apologies, high-class escort then"

"Not every womans a prostitute Marshall"

"If a bitch is out with different men each time, I beg to differ, that's a whore in my eyes Paul"

Paul rolled his eyes at me and snorted "Grow up Marshall, you're a middle-aged man for fuck sakes"

"Never"

"Are you lonely up there on your pedestal Marshall?" Paul grunted.

"Sometimes, but then I remind myself how amazing I am" I nodded "Thanks for the reminder of what I have to do, where would I be without you"

"You need to get laid," Paul said standing up and grabbing his briefcase "You're an asshole when you're not ruining peoples lives"

I waved him off and sat back in my seat "You're ruining my resturant experience right now"

Paul flipped me off and left walking in the direction of the restaurant exit.

I went back to people-watching, one of my favorite past times.

I find my eyes falling back on the pretty brunette who appeared to finally be alone fixing her make up, then speaking on the phone.

She looked innocent enough at least.

He said I needed to get laid right?

I stood and walked over to her table as she finished her conversation and hung up, taking a sip of her drink.

Her deep sultry brown eyes traveled up my body, landing on my face, unimpressed expression fixed on what I can only explain it as a perfect resting bitch face.

"Are you lost?"

Rude bitch.

"No," I said as I sat down across from her.

She looked around and past me, then lifting things off the table and looking under them as if she was looking for something.

"Did you lose something?"

"No" She said, eyes then landing back on mine "I was just looking for the invitation I gave you to join me"

"Wow, and here I was thinking you were just some pretty little whore, that's just bad customer service"

"I'm not a whore" She said simply taking another sip of her drink, looking bored "And if I was, even you wouldn't be able to afford me"

I stroked my beard "Do you even know who I am?"

"Ofcouse I do" She nodded with a shrug "I'm just not interested"

"That's a shame, you looked like a woman that would be very interested"

"That's the thing Marshall Mathers" She said, standing and flicking her hair over her shoulder before smoothing down her outfit that clung to her body like it was made by the heavens themselves "Don't trust everything you see, even salt looks like sugar"

With that she left me sitting at the table alone staring after her.

What the fuck?

I stood scratching my head.

Women never reject me.

I walked towards the exit.

She was just some high maintenance slut anyway, there is plenty of fish in my sea.

I got in my car and started to drive home, my phone started ringing through my sound system.

"I forgot to remind you about that meeting tomorrow, you have to be present"

"Really?" I groaned.

"Yes" He said sternly into the phone "How did it go? She shoot you down?"

"How did you know?"

"I've known you for almost over three decades, I knew you would hit on her the minute she was alone, you're you"

"She wasn't interested, so I'm going home to jerk myself into a coma"

"Could have gone my whole life not knowing that... How's the ego after that hit?"

"I'm fine, she was just a whore anyways"

"Marshall for fuck..."

"What was that Paul-"

"Marshall don't so thi-"

"I... think you're-"

"Marshall I know your receptions fine"

"Paul, Cutting out-"

I hung up on him, turning into my estate, nodding at the guards then finally pulling into my driveway.

Entering my house I went to the bedroom, stripped off down to my boxers, put my joggers on, headed back to the living room and dropped down on my couch.

I wasn't going to lie to myself, I was kinda pissed that I was rejected.

This was probably going to keep me up at night.

Who the fuck did that bitch think she was.

———

I sat at the soundboard smashing buttons.

I was in a foul mood due to the fact I hardly slept.

I was right.

I tossed and turned because of that fucking bitch rejecting me.

So at two am I had a booty call come over, hoping blowing my load in some slut would help me sleep.

I was wrong.

It was nothing but a fucking waste of time and energy.

And to make matters worse, she's blowing up my goddamn phone, so now I gotta deal with that shit.

So I was fuming, by the time 9 am rolled around.

My sound tech Jason sat quietly not making a sound, just silently working.

I couldn't focus on my work.

I shoved myself away from the soundboard standing letting the chair fall loudly to the floor before storming out of the studio, planning to go to my office, lock the door and nap.

"Marshall, are you ready to join us in the boardroom?"

"Oh fuck off"