Chapter 32

Marshall's POV

I stood at the door of the cabin jingling the keys around my fingers, as the freezing harsh strong wind whipped past my hooded face, turning around to look in the direction of the noise of a white Jeep Grand Cherokee pulling up.

I guess I wasn't the only person that preferred to be early to things.

Denaun had rented out a huge cabin outside of Detroit for everyone to chill out before yet another album release I had planned at the end of the year and we follow it up with a tour.

I watch as none other than Leila climb out of the Jeep, heavy snow falling on the fur of her parka jacket as she pulled it right around herself, trying to shield herself from the cold wind as she pulled her bags out.

I smirk to myself as I turn back around, unlocking the door and pushing it open, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Superman"

I look down to my side and see Leila looking up at me, umamused expression on her face.

"El Diablo"

She glares at me as we both walk over the threshold, her body bouncing off the doorframe and into my body.

"Giving in already?"

She snorts and shoves past me, boots stomping on the tiles as she walks ahead of me.

I chuckle to myself as I close the door, walking into one of the bedrooms, dropping my backpack on the bed then and returning to the large sitting room and taking a seat.

"At least we can agree that being early is a good thing" Leila announces as she takes a seat on the chair across from me "I mean we get to choose the best rooms"

"I chose the biggest" I said smugly "Hope those couples enjoy their double bed, I'm gonna be laid up all weekend in a King size by myself"

"You're going to need all that space for your ego" Leila scoffs at me.

"Always space in that bed for you... The catch is that it's not actually in the bed, it's sitting on my dick"

She rolls her eyes and snorts at me as she opens the manilla file I had just noticed on her lap.

I look at my rhyme book and favourite pen sitting on the coffee table in front of me.

"You bought work with you?"

She shrugged "Just a little, I had to finish since I left work early, I need to get it back to the wife's lawyer ASAP"

I scoot over, looking over her shoulder, looking at the pictures of a man with a blonde Leila and other women attached to the folder by paper clips.

"You right there nosey?"

I ignore her comment and continue looking, reaching over and flipping through the pictures.

I feel a pang of jealousy as there is a rather intimate selfie of Leila and the cheating husband.

Which my reaction doesn't make sense to me because there isn't a lot sexual about it at all, but they're too close.

"I like you better brunette" I look at her and squint "Whos this guy?"

"Noted" She smirks and pretends to write it down "Stay brunette for Marshall Mathers, check"

"Wait you're for me?" I say cocking an eyebrow leaning in as she tuts and shakes her head.

"This fine specimen of a piece of shit is Derick, he's the son of one of the biggest firm owners in Detroit and he and his wife Angela been together 6 years, married two, and after a year-long process of fertility treatment are finally pregnant with their first child, he is seeing multiple strippers and prostitutes around Detroit, while his heavily pregnant wife sits at home waiting for him"

I wrinkle my nose in disgust "Men are dogs"

She looked at me with an amused look and a raised eyebrow.

"This isn't about me woman, don't look at me like that" I huff "For real though, that's low"

"Well luckily for Angela, Derick is stupid and lazy so it was easy to catch in action" She smiled smugly "Angela and her unborn baby are never going to need another thing ever again"

"Well good for her-"

We're suddenly interrupted by the loud howling of the wind, confused I look at Leila as we both stand up heading to the nearest window and peering out.

"I can't see anything" Leila said with a groan, squinting out the window as I follow her gaze.

Yep, all I could see was snow, I could be even see the cars.

"Looks like the others are gonna be awhile" I sigh as we make our way back over to the couch, sitting down and picking my rhyme book back up.

"You brought work with you?" Leila said in a mocking high pitched tone, trying to imitate Slim Shadys nasal voice.

"Funny" I frown at her "I'm always working, I'm a god damn rapper"

"No rest for the wicked I guess" She said, trying to keep a straight face, her lips twitching in the corners of her mouth before she stood up, walking over to the music player "So you mind if I put some background noise on?"

I shake my head and casually wave my hand, letting her know to go for it.

She switches it on and there is immediately an urgent weather alert announcement.

"Weather officials warned of "dangerous, if not impossible travel conditions" as they struggled to plough icy roadways.

Travel could be complicated by the sudden precipitation and blowing snow

High winds and heavy snow forecast. Major accumulation-"

"Oh fuck me"

"Did I just hear right?" Leila said, furrowed eyebrows.

"Yep it means the others can't make it here for a while" I said pulling my rhyme book down, realising my phone now had no service, fucking technology "Apparently we're stuck together, alone, until this blows over"

The announcement finishes and the radio plays again, suddenly Careless Whisper by George Michael plays through the speakers, cutting through the silence like an obnoxious reminder.

I hear Leila snort.

I smack my rhyme book to my face.

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"You're cheating"

"I am fucking not"

The irratating same songs of the only downloaded 2000s hip hop playlist on Leila's Spotify that had been on a shuffled repeat the last couple hours.

It was currently "Ms Jackson" by Outkast.

"I know you're counting the cards Rainman"

I slam down my cards and stand up running my hands over my face "I can't do this anymore, I'm starving"

"Good idea, need a break, because you're CHEATING"

"Im not" I grunt in reply and stomp into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"What the fuc-"

"Salsa and Tostitos Marshall? Is this irony? Are you 15? You know a potluck means bring a home cooled meal right?"

"I don't have time, what's wrong with-"

"My salsa makes all the pretty girls dance and take off their underpants-" Leila sang, moving her hips to the invisible beat, shoving me out of the way of the open fridge and pulling out a pot, placing it on the bench and opening it.

"Again, you say you're NOT a fan"

"I made spicy meatballs"

"Wouldn't surprise me" I mock playfully "You're like Cinderella, you love balls"

I need to write that down.

She pulled out a fork and started to eat the cold meatballs.

I looked at the salsa and tostitos on the counter then Leila eating out of the pot.

"At, Save some for me" I said shoving her out of the way and snatching the fork.

"No way, you eat your wholesome salsa" She scoffed.

"For your information I can cook, I'm just busy you know, being a world famous rapper" I said picking up the rhyme book off the counter and waving it in front of her.

"Means nothing to me, we're both going to starve the same"

"Were not going to starve" I said with a eye roll "Dont be dramatic"

She thought for a moment, and then a devious smirk spread across her lips.

I raised my eyebrow "What?"

"I was just thinking, if you do get hungry later, you could always just eat me again"

I coughed in that moment, unprepared for the words to just slip out of her mouth, in hailing some meatball, choking on it.

Leila finding my shock amusing, let out a loud laugh, handing me a bottle of water.

After seeing the light I managed to come back to life.

I hope the blizzard passed soon, because us, Leila and I, alone, was pretty lethal.