Chapter 65 - Deja Vu

A/N: Lol at this picture of Alan & Marshall. He's looking at that cake like he's either ready to devour it or is wondering wtf is happening on top. 😂

A/N Warning: This chapter contains themes of intimacy.

Sadé's POV:

— Wednesday, November 9th

The week was going pretty well so far. Sunday, Marshall & I went out to dinner with Hailie, Alaina, and Stevie at a restaurant. It was so nice for us all to get together again. I know Marshall loves his daughters to death, and honestly I really like them too. I think they're super kind and fun to be around. We all get along great and talk often. I think the closeness in age does help; Even though it would typically be awkward, it's not. We all understand what it is, and play our roles accordingly.

Today was Wednesday, which would usually be a work day for me. However, I did finish up all my brand deals and promos that I had coming up and needed to complete, meaning there was no more work left for me to do. My schedule was cleared with the exception of hosting the NAACP awards that's coming up later this week, so I was just at home chilling. I didn't have anything planned, nothing to do, but whatever I pleased.

I was doing pretty fine with the whole no longer doing social media as my career thing. I had deleted all the apps off of my phone: Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, etc. I wasn't interested in seeing what was constantly being said about me because it wasn't good for my mental health. Whenever I logged in, it was always me trending, me doing this and that, this being said, someone mentioning my name. I was over it. At the end of the day, my mental health comes first before anything and anyone. I'm not going to have a repeat of my past. I'm simply going to do what makes the most sense for me, and what makes me happy. Because like I said previously: If the world can't learn how to respect my boundaries, then they can't have access to me. Period, point-blank.

So here I was, relaxing as I was sketching out some designs for my sunglasses. Now that I had all this time on my hands, I had all these ideas of creativity running through my mind freely. I was lost in my own world, when I heard the door slam shut with a loud bang. I jumped in my seat on the couch from the sound. It was only around 3 in the afternoon, and Marshall was at work. Or at least he was supposed to be because I heard him muttering cuss words as he walked through the hallway.

"Marshall?" I got up from my seat, meeting him in the hallway.

"Yo. What's up?" He greeted me.

I gave him a frown as he walked past me into the kitchen. I know he did not just greet me like that? "Yo?" He better talk to me nice. I know he may be mad, but I am not one of those girls - I am not no home girl. I followed him to where he was leaned back against the counter, drinking a RedBull. I sat on a stool at the island, watching him.

"What's wrong with you, love? Everything alright?" I asked him.

I decided not to give him crap about his bad attitude. He's upset, I get it. That was the least of my concerns. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Yea. I'm Ight." He answered, not looking at me.

"Marshall. You know you can talk to me about anything right? I'm here to lend a listening ear." I told him sincerely.

"Sae, my problems are not your issues. They have nothing to do with you." He said in a rather harsh tone.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh as I did so. I got up from my seat, walking to stand in front of him. He simply looked at me, no emotion showing on his face. I wrapped my arms around his body lovingly. He was hesitant for a few seconds before he slowly wrapped his arms around mines as well.

"Baby, you're problems don't have to have anything to do with me. Whatever you're going through, I'm going through too because we're a team. Even if you don't feel like I'll understand it for whatever reason, you can still talk to me about it, and I'll still listen. You're my baby, and I just want to see you happy. I'm here for you 110%. I got you like you got me. You don't have to tell me why you're upset right now, but just remember that." I told him softly, offering my comfort.

He didn't respond. He was silent for a few minutes as we just stood there in each other's embrace. I ran my hands over his back soothingly underneath his shirt. A few minutes later he let out a deep sigh, speaking up.

"I'm just angry right now. I got everybody in my ear at work telling me some shit every day. I got Paul down my throat about letting Skylar off of her suspension so that she can continue to record, I got the boys being indecisive about how they want their verses or beats to sound so I'm constantly scraping beats, changing up flows, rewriting lyrics, and it's fucking annoying. Then I got the media hounding me about when am I gonna put something out, saying it better not be trash like "Revival", saying they miss the old shady, but they want the new shady, they want Marshall, I'm too vulgar, I lost my flow, I'm too old; And like what the actual fuck, man? I'm the goat of this shit! Inspired these young bulls, these lil rappers, and 69's and machine guns. I just don't want a repeat of "Revival" even though I already bounced back with "Kamikaze." I just want them to actually enjoy it, but I want to produce shit that I enjoy as well. And then. THEN, I got fucking Kim down my throat on some bullshit saying she wants to meet you because it's not fair that the girls met you before she did. And quite frankly, that's some bullshit to me. Like the hell do I need you two to meet for? It's not like our kids are little children and I'm bring them around some broad, they're grown ass women now and you're a real lady. We ain't been married for almost 20 something years, divorced. She doesn't need to meet shit, but a damn rehabilitation center. I'm just so goddamn tired of everyone's bullshit, Sae. Like forreal." He ranted angrily.

I didn't interrupt him. I just let him speak whatever was on his mind or that was bothering him at the moment. Once he was finished, I grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. I sat down, him taking a seat next to me. He looked at me confused, but still had anger written all over his bright red face. I forced him to lay down, laying his head in my lap. I began running my nails through his hair soothingly as I spoke.

"Okay, first of all: This is a safe space. Nothing is off limits. If something is bothering you, say it. Okay?" I reassured him.

"Mhmm." He hummed in respond to my question and feeling of my nails against his scalp.

"Okay then. In response to the Skylar situation, if you feel like she should be able to record music again then take her off suspension, but if you don't then don't. It's your studio and your label. Don't let anybody pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do. Personally, I already handled her, and got my rounds with her so I could care less. I trust you. But at the end of the day this is your work and she is on your album." I gave him some insight.

"But she disrespected you. I mean she disrespected me too, but she disrespected you more, Sae. That's not acceptable in my books. That's why she's suspended. If she can't respect me or you then she shouldn't be back."

"That's a personal matter though. Is it not?"

"Yes."

"And you draw a fine line between personal affairs and business affairs right?"

"Yes..." He trailed off skeptical, looking me in the eyes.

"Then keep it that way. Yea, she disrespected me personally. No it wasn't okay in the slightest. But that's a personal matter, Marshall. So don't make it an issue where it's going to affect you as a businessman. If you want her to come back then do so. If you don't then don't. That's just my opinion." I shrugged.

I didn't really care about her or the situation anymore. I already beat her up once. What more was there left for me to do? Nothing. I wasn't going to beat her up again or go to jail because she's a cop caller and cries her white woman tears to act like the victim when she doesn't get her way. Ole girl is dead in my mind. She doesn't even exist anymore. At the end of the day, Marshall runs a business and needs to keep it professional. When they're working together, they should keep it strictly business and nothing less, or nothing more; And outside of business hours there shouldn't be any type of relationship or communication. Simple.

"I guess you make a good point. That's very mature of you." He replied with another sigh.

"Thank you. Like I said: Business isn't personal. You should know that better than anyone else. Honestly, you should've never mixed business with pleasure, but you did. So these are the consequences of your actions. You're gonna have to deal with them until it's resolved. And you really shouldn't let the process of recording an album upset you, love. I get it might be tiring having to split your time between that and producing recordings for your label mates as well, but just take it one day at a time. Perfection can't be rushed, love. It's okay to have negative emotions, and to be annoyed by things and people. It's normal, don't let it get the best of you. You're going to have off days or days when you feel like nothing is going right, or when you want to quit, but take a breather." I started, but he interrupted me.

"You should take your own advice. Maybe you shouldn't just quit when you get frustrated too then since we're talking about about it." He mumbled underneath his breath sassily, causing me to gasp.

"Okay, well we're not talking about me Mr.Sassy Pants."

"You said nothing was off limits though." He made a good point.

"And? I can quit. You can't." I rolled my eyes.

"Why?" He challenged me.

"Because." I argued.

"Because what?"

"Because I said so." I replied with attitude.

"You don't make any sense, girl." He said as we went back and forth with one another.

"And you're an old man." I gave him a blank stare.

It was now his turn to gasp.

"That was a low blow, Ms.Boujee. Little Miss.I'm 21." He chuckled lightly, sticking his tongue in his cheek.

"Welp. There's no rules to bickering so..." I replied smugly.

"Ight, I guess." He replied with a small smirk.

"Anyways, like I was saying: Don't let the stress get to you. Don't let other people's opinion affect your work either. If they don't like it, then F them. As long as you like it, that's all that matters first and foremost. Because they gonna know if you put out something that you don't like and it'll show tremendously. If you don't think it's real, authentic, or unapologetically you, then don't add it to the album. If you connect with it, you like it, and you think it's something the world should hear then produce it. Passion shows - If you feel passionate about it they're gonna love it, and eat it up. You need to remember that even though they're your supporters, they don't know you forreal. They don't know the new you from the old you, they don't know what you been through, or how much you've grown as a person. They only know what you show them. So while they're opinion is valuable, it's your music and your choice at the end of the day. I know I'm still going to listen to it regardless. I love all of your songs, even the ones off of "Revival." I think they're so cool. And you know dang well the people who are saying you're too old or antagonizing you by claiming you lost your flow, aren't the best or whatever the case may be can't even rap like you."

"I just wish they would have some damn respect for those that came before them. They can say whatever they want, but like, man. Seriously?" He let out annoyed.

"Let's be real here, Marshall, they wish they could have even 10% of the the skills you have. They do nothing, but use everyone else's flows, rap over the same beats, and all sound the same. They know that you have the rap game in a chokehold. I may not necessarily understand it myself because it's not my profession & I'm just your average listener, but I see the hard work and dedication you put into it. It doesn't look easy to make it to where you are today... Marshall, you are the goat. You're the goat, the cow, the ranch, the hay, the whole damn farm." I joke, causing him to laugh.

"You're too funny. That's damn right I'm the whole fucking farm! Thank you, baby, honestly. You're advice means a lot to me. I know you don't understand because you don't rap, but you sympathize and listen, and try your best to see my point of view, and I appreciate that. My mind does feel a lot more clear, and I'm less upset." He closed his eyes, relaxing.

"You still upset about your baby moms, Kim?" I asked him hesitantly.

"Yea. I'm just so over her bullshit. I don't get why she feels so entitled to have to approve of my relationship just because I bring the kids around you or vice versa. We've been divorced for forever. She's trippin' as if this is new. As if me dating is something new, and she has to make sure my girl is good fit for my family just because we share seeds. But she can have a whole nother child by another man, and bring our kids around him just because that's her third baby daddy. And I respect that because that's her business, but when I get in a serious relationship it's an issue? That makes absolutely no sense! At all!" He got angry all over again, his face turning red.

"Mhmm." I replied to let him know that I was still listening.

"Like why does she have to meet you? I don't want her meeting you. Yes we have a good co-parenting relationship, but that's it. That's all it's going to ever be from here on out. We're aren't friends, but we're not in bad terms."

"Why don't you want her meeting me?" I asked curiously.

"Because." He looked into my eyes, his blues ones showing that he was going back and forth with whatever he was thinking.

"Because I don't want her to be in our business. She's so judgmental, and can be so negative and bitter. It's not even that she still loves me, she's just always so full of hatred for the world around her. And you're so positive, and sweet, and nice. I don't want y'all to meet, and then she says something to make you feel bad or that rubs you the wrong way. Like... I genuinely just don't see any reason for you two to meet. It would be pointless." He admitted.

I really didn't know what to say. I couldn't relate because I didn't have kids so there was no co-parenting situation that I had to go through. I understood where he was coming from, but I think I understood where she was coming from too. I would like to meet the person that my kids are around too, but then again if I had a baby daddy, his relationship is none of my business. Unless it was negatively impacting our children, I think I would care less about what he does. I don't know... I just felt like I couldn't really have an opinion on this topic.

"Marshall, I'm going to be real with you - I really don't know how to respond to that because I don't understand it all that well. I don't have kids, or have a baby father, and I'm not a baby momma. I mean speaking from the girlfriends point of view, I see where both of you are coming from... I think. I wouldn't have anything to discuss with her or talk about because you guys don't have small children. It's not like I'm there helping you raise them because they're already grown. We're all near the same age for pete's sake. So meeting her would be like meeting a random person on the street. But I can kind of see where she's coming from too. Regardless of age, those are her children too. Maybe she just feels like she should at least introduce herself so that we aren't strangers? We do have you in common so maybe we'll run into each other and some point, and she wouldn't want it to be awkward. I don't know."

"But she doesn't need to introduce herself. Not to you. If y'all run into each other that's different. But a big deal doesn't need to me made out of it though. It's giving bitter baby momma vibes, and I don't like that." He replied.

"Look, it's whatever you want to do. I'm fine with whatever." I told him supportively.

I didn't really feel any type of way towards her or about the topic. That's his baby moms, and that's it. I don't know her to judge her so I'm not going to.

"I'll think about it, but it's probably a no." He confirmed nonchalantly.

Even though he was seemingly relaxed I could tell he was still a little bit upset & stressed out. I lifted his head off of my lap, getting off the couch. I laid on top of him in between his legs. He still had his eyes closed, breathing deeply as he instinctively wrapped his arms around my backside. I nuzzled my head in his neck, kissing him softly. He hummed against me as I continued my attack on his jawline & sweet spot. I then moved to his lips, kissing him softly. He reciprocated the action, kissing me back as our lips moved in sync. When I moved my hands to his pants, his eyes flew open, a suspicious look plastered on his face.

"What are you doing?" He asked me as his breathing picked up.

"Helping you release your stress... So that you can take your mind off things." I replied quietly as I unbuckled his belt.

He didn't respond. He just watched me intensely with lust in his eyes. I moved down, getting on my knees as I was sat between his parted legs. I pulled his pants down his thighs along with his boxers. To my surprise, he was already semi-hard with precum leaking from his tip.

I grabbed his length, gently licking his shaft from his base to his tip. He sighed in pleasure from the feeling as his member grew to its full length, standing on its own. I swirled my tongue around his tip, causing him let out a loud groan.

"Goddamn, Sae, that mouth is something magical. Stop teasing me." He let out as he closed his eyes again.

I flicked my tongue against him on purpose because I know that gets him going every time, which gave him goosebumps. He shot me an evil glare, making me laugh lightly around him. I eventually went down on him, taking him in my mouth and wrapping my lips around his girthy dick. One hand rested on his lower abdomen while the other hand stroked what couldn't fit. I moved my head up and down slowly, giving him a blow job.

I continued what I was doing, massaging his shaft with my tongue that danced against him. I kept my work up until he was getting close. At this point, I had stopped stroking his shaft and was now deep throating him. His entire length was down my throat, causing me to gag as spit and precum dripped out of my mouth and down him. His hands tangled in my hair as he panted and let out cuss words in satisfaction. I hummed around him, sending vibrations through his lower half.

"Ouu, shit. Just like that, baby." He moaned, struggling to keep his eyes open.

He licked his lips sexily, biting them as he lightly lifted his hips up into my mouth. I felt his dick jump in my mouth and his abdomen flex as he came close to the edge.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK, SADÉ." He grunted in his husky and deep voice, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He shot his hot, milky, seed into my mouth, his dick pulsating as he did so. I took him all, not allowing one drop to go to waste as I swallowed all of him. I slurped him up, his entire body shaking as I helped him ride out his orgasm. I pulled him out of my mouth with a pop before I climbed on top of him. He grabbed my face, kissing me lazily and slipping his tongue in my mouth, taking control.

"That was so mother-fuckin' sexy, Sae." He mumbled against my lips as we kissed.

I pulled back, giving us both a chance to catch our breaths.

"You feel relaxed now?" I asked him caringly.

"Mhmm. I feel very relaxed. Thank you, pretty girl." He said tiredly.

I gave him one last kiss before I headed to the bathroom to freshen up, and grab a wet towel for him. I came back out and cleaned him up.

"Alright, you can take a nap now, old man. You look like you could fall asleep any second." I told him playfully.

"You gonna get enough calling me an old man, Sae. Because this old man be doing things to you that these young fellas can't." He gave a witty remark.

"Oh, its like that?" I tried to stop myself from cheesing.

"Just like that, baby." He winked.

I giggled, not even responding to him. This man was something else - Always so flirtatious and having his own way of wording things. While he was taking a nap I decided to cook us both some dinner. Honestly, I worked myself up an appetite and I already knew Marshall would be hungry once he awoke.

— An Hour Later

I ended up making some air fried cilantro lime chicken wings with a matching dipping sauce. It had notes of avocado, lime, chili powder, garlic, cayenne pepper, and cilantro. It was definitely on the zesty and spicy side. I paired it with a side of white rice and cauliflower.

I finished cooking about an hour later. I went to wake Marshall up, and he looked so adorable. He was laid up under a fluffy blanket, that I had purchased a few weeks ago to leave my mark on his home, with his kangol hat slightly over his face as his body was stretched out on the couch, letting out small snores. I woke him up, letting know that dinner was ready. He met me in the dinning room a few minutes later, enjoying our meal as we ate and spoke.

— Later That Night

I got the bright idea to get in the jacuzzi even though it was practically freezing outside and the sun had already set. I wore a simple black bikini, and my hair was in a messy bun as I was sat in the warm, bubbly water. I wasn't cold at all because the water was so hot against my skin. I was simply sat relaxing with my eyes closed. I was just thinking, listening to the quietness.

I don't know where Marshall was nor what he was doing, but I was here doing this. Knowing him, he was probably either doing one of four things: Making music, playing his arcade games, talking to someone on the phone, or watching some type of sport. Anyways, I was enjoying my time alone in the peace and quietness. However, I was rudely interrupted by Marshall screaming my name like a mad man.

"SADÉ! GIRL, WHERE THE HELL YOU AT?" Marshall yelled, looking for me from inside the house.

"I'm outside!" I yelled back, rolling my eyes at his antics.

He came, walking to me a minute later. He was fixing his hoodie, and wore a pair of sweatpants. His eyebrows were drawn up, and he had his hands in his hoodie pocket to keep warm, arms tensed up from the cold breeze.

"Sae, what are you doing out here?" He asked extremely confused once he was standing in front of me.

"I'm in the jacuzzi, living my best boujee life to the fullest, love." I replied nonchalantly.

He just stared at me for a few seconds with his lips parted, blinking.

"Okay, Ms.Boujee. I have nothing else to say to that other than okay. Ummm, why are you in the water at... 8:57 at night when it's... 47 degrees in the middle of November though?" He asked me slowly.

"I told you, I'm living my best life. And the l water feels really nice. I'm just relaxing. You should join me." I suggested, looking up at him through my lashes.

"No, thank you. It's way too cold out here. Maybe you should join me in the comfort of our home where the heat is at." He stated, a smug look on his face.

"No, thank you." I mocked him, making give me an unamused facial expression, "Seriously, you should join me. You won't be cold, I promise." I offered him.

"Nuh uhh." He shook his head no.

I simply shrugged in response. He went back inside, and I continued my relaxation. I wasn't on my phone or anything. No more than 5 minutes later though, Marshall came back out with two body towels and his swim trunks. I smirked to myself, knowing he wouldn't leave me out here alone. He sunk his body in the jacuzzi, sitting across from me. He had a few goosebumps on his body, but they eventually went away, and I saw his body relax in comfort.

"You're right. This does feel nice, and I'm not cold." He admitted, trying to hide his grin.

"I told you." I raised my eyebrows.

"You know... I've been trying to come up with a nickname for you." I randomly tell him my thoughts.

"You already have a few nicknames for me. They're "love, old man, baby, and Mr. whatever you feel like adding to it."" He said.

"No those are cute little names. I mean like a nickname. Like how you call me "Sae," that's a shortened version of my name. But then you have your cute little names that you call me on top of that too, like "pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, and Ms. whatever you feel like adding to it as well."" I explained

"Just call me Marsh then." He shrugged.

"Ew no." I fake gagged.

"What's wrong with Marsh?!" He looked at me appalled.

"Well for starters, you can't make your own nickname. And secondly, Marsh gives me groupie vibes. It's giving... it's just not giving." I expressed sassily.

"Alright, fine. Then what are you thinking?" He asked, wanting to hear my possibilities.

"I don't know.... Mars?" I questioned.

"Maybe not."

"Yea, I'm not really feeling that either. What about Marshmallow?" I joked, knowing he would never go for that.

And honestly, I wouldn't either. It's terrible.

"Oh, hell no!" He quickly shut it down, causing me to laugh uncontrollably.

"I knew you would hate that one. It sucks." I agreed with his opinion.

I silently thought of some more names that maybe would fit him well. None of them really made sense nor sounded good. That was until one randomly popped into my brain.

"I got it: MarMar!" I did jazz hands.

"MarMar?" He seemed uneasy about it.

"Yes, it's cute! Like a big cuddly bear, like you." I smiled.

"Alright then, pretty girl. MarMar it is." He told me sweetly.

We continued to talk about any and everything. There's never a dull conversation or moment between us. It was truly something I adored.

— Later, Deep Into The Conversation

At this point, we had conversed about my trip that I would be taking to Chicago tomorrow for some business related reasons as well as an update on the investigation. I was also going to visit my family, and finally tell them about Marshall and I's relationship... I was nervous yet excited. The only person that knew about it was my sister, Trinity. Everyone else was kept in the dark about it. Marshall told me that things would be fine and not to stress about it too much. He also gave me a few words of advice.

I was also going to California to host the NAACP Awards Friday, which I also told him about. He couldn't be there with me due to work, but I didn't expect him to be. We're busy people and have our own duties. We still support each other regardless though, even if it's from a distance. That's just how it is dating someone who's a celebrity or well known in their industry. He did wish me luck though, which I appreciated.

We also talked about a lot of random things too though. Like aliens, our religious beliefs, conspiracy theories, history, society, all of it; Literally everything up under the sun. So it's no surprise that we started to somehow talk about our fantasies, wildest dreams, and desires.

"So let me ask you this then: What's your favorite position?" He wondered.

"That's a hard one. No pun intended. Definitely missionary. Actually, doggy style? I don't know, I like them all. I just like you. Yours?" I took a deep sigh, getting flashbacks of when we had sex.

"Noted." He replied satisfied with my answer, "My favorite has to be missionary, but any one where I can make eye contact with you is best, honestly." He stated.

"If you could have sex anywhere in the world where would it be?" It was my turn to ask him.

"Hmm... I'd have to say Japan." He licked his lips, "You?"

"Bora Bora. It's very pretty."

"Have you ever been?"

"No, but I would love to. It's definitely on my bucket list." I say fascinatedly.

"What other places are on your bucket list?" He rested his hand on his chin, seemingly very interested.

"The Maldives, Turks and Caicos, Dubai, Santorini, and South Africa." I list off.

"Cool... Would you rather orgasm every time you sneeze or sneeze every time you orgasm?"

"Isn't that the same thing? You're sneezing and orgasming at the same time regardless."

"..." He didn't say anything, but gave me a side eye instead, "Damn, tou might be right. That's a hard life to live. Okay, do you have any kinks?"

"Dominance, I suppose. I like when you're in control and take things into your own hands." I felt myself get flustered.

"Do you have any?" I looked at him curiously, knowing he does.

"Dominance as well." He stuck his tongue to the side of cheek, scratching his beard.

I look over at him with my eyes squinted. I feel like he's lying. His body language is very telling.

"That's it?" I suspiciously eye him.

"Mhmm. That's it, Sae." He kept a straight face.

"Alright." I reply ready to move on to the next question.

"Well, I may or may not have another one. Never really did it though." He admits.

"What is it?"

"Just a small daddy kink." He shrugs, but I notice that his cheeks are tinted a light shade of pink.

"Oh, that's normal. Why are you ashamed of it?" I question.

"It's not that I'm ashamed of it, I just never really gave it too much thought. I also ain't wanna make you feel uncomfortable since you're like way younger than me. I'm literally old enough to be your father." He explained.

"It's not uncomfortable for me. Tell me more."

"Sadé, you're literally killing me here." He told me slightly flustered.

"Tell me like how I told you about wanting to have car sex. You were the one who said me "it's okay to want to try new things."" I encouraged him.

"Ight. Well, I don't know. It's just something that I think is kind of a turn on. Like it's just a name. And the fact that I'm older than you kind of makes it feel more masculine and dominant. That's all." He openly expressed.

The fact that he's older than me is a plus in my books. Something about it is charming. I guess this is similar to how I call him "old man" except that's cute. Daddy is on the sexual side, which makes it different.

"I'm open to doing it if you are." I tell him honestly.

He didn't respond. Instead, he simply nodded his head with a smirk. A comfortable silence fell upon us for a few minutes. We were just there enjoying each others company, not saying much, until I got reminded of when our first time being in this jacuzzi together. It was the exact same spots, and it was the first time I ever visited him - The first day to be more specific. The memory made my all cheesy and sheepish. I subconsciously covered my face to stop Marshall from seeing me blush and grin.

"What's going on over there, Sae?" He asked me suspiciously.

"Nothing." I tried to compose myself.

"Something. You over there all smiley and stuff." He teased me, making direct eye contact with me.

I instantly got butterflies in my stomach and looked away, feeling shy.

"Stop making fun of me." I playfully told him.

"You know, I'm just playing, girl. It's cute. But forreal, what's got you cheesing like that?" He gave me an appealing expression.

"It's just that this reminds me of the first day I visited you and we were chilling in the jacuzzi exactly like this. I was right here and you were right there." I told him honestly, reminiscing on the memory.

"I remember that. And you had that cute tie dye bikini on, and was catching an attitude with me because I wanted you to agree that we would keep us under wraps, and be open with each other about the fact that we found one another attractive. I remember entirely." He smirked at me.

"Well, do you remember that it was also the first time we ever shared a kiss?" I question him.

"I do." He chuckled deeply.

He started walking towards me in the water, inches away from me. He made direct eye contact with me and it sent chills down my spine. This feels like major deja vu.

"Let me ask you this, baby: Do I still scare you? With my blue eyes, and tattoos, height, and voice. Or does that turn you on now?" He flirtatiously teased, his voice deep.

He was referring to me spilling my guts to him in his hotel room during the time he visited Chicago for Lollapalooza because I was drunk. That's also what he mentioned to me when he addressed the fact that I was indeed attracted to him the night we were chilling in the jacuzzi.

"Do you want me to answer that?" I asked, and he shook his head yes, "No you don't scare me anymore. I think it's very attractive, and it turns me on very much. But, you do make me nervous and make my stomach have butterflies sometimes." I felt my heart speed up, and my breath hitch as I answered.

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it aloud." He said smugly.

His eyes traveled to my lips before making their way back up to me. He cupped my face with both his hands, kissing me slowly and very carefully. He was taking his time as our lips moved in sync with each other's. I wrapped my arms around his neck, being fully entranced by him while his hands rested on my waist. This was exactly how we shared our first kiss, on the first day I ever visited him in Detroit. The deja vu was real, it was definitely like a full circle moment.

Things eventually began to get heated. One of my hands made its way to his swim trunks where his dick was located. I took him in my hands, massaging him through his trousers.

"Baby, you sure you wanna do this right now, right here?" He asked me as he kissed my collarbone.

"Are we alone or can the guards see us." I asked cautiously.

"We're alone. There's no guards at the back of the house. None that can see us anyways." He reassured me.

"Then yes." I confirmed, answering his previous question.

"Damn, you're a freaky little thang ain't you? I swear I always thought you were so innocent until I really started tearing that pussy up." He said in my ear seductively as he undid my bikini top.

"Well, now you know." I replied back softly, becoming a little timid all of a sudden.

He threw it somewhere along the concrete, my boobs now fully exposed to him under the dark, night sky. We both took our bottoms off, now fully naked. I looked down, seeing his dick was stood tall against the water, making me wet. Although I couldn't tell if it was really me or the water. Definitely both.

"You like what you see?" He asked, drawing my attention back to him.

"Mhmm" I bit my lip, pressing his lips back against mines.

He rubbed my clit, making me let out soft moans. I was already pumping his length in the water, giving him a hand job, making him let out soft moans as well as our tongues collided.

"Fuck this shit." He muttered, "Spread your legs for me." He demanded.

I did as I was told, opening my legs a bit more for him as I sat on the bench in the jacuzzi. He got closer to me and wrapped my legs around his torso. He then lined himself up with my entrance, pushing into me slowly. We both let out deep breaths at the feeling of finally being satisfied.

He started to thrust in and out slowly and deeply, the water flowing through me every single time he did so. It was like this new wave of additional pleasure that I've never felt before. I accidentally let out an extremely loud moan - almost a scream, causing Marshall to place his hand over my mouth.

"Shh, baby. Don't be too loud. We don't want to alert the guards and have them walk back here because they think it's something else going on." He kissed me sweetly.

"Sorry." I replied sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. You ain't gotta be sorry." He kissed me again, before resting his face in the crock of his neck.

He continued his magic, moving the motion of the ocean. Both his arms were literally wrapped around my waist, leaving not even an inch of space between our bodies. My back was arched, pressing my stomach into his, and one of my arms was as wrapped around his shoulder while the other held on to the seat for support even though I knew he had me.

The way his hips were moving as they thrusted into mines, my hips meeting his every move, and the water flowing in and out of us was a lot to handle. He was going so deep and so hard yet he was so slow and taking his time with me. I absolutely loved it. And I know he did too because he was grunting so deeply into my ear, which only drove me even more crazy, sending tingles all over my body and lady parts.

I tried my best to stay quiet, but it wasn't exactly working. I was still a moaning mess, and Marshall had to kiss me to quiet me down a few times.

"Oh my gosh. I can't handle it. It feels so good, Marshall." I whined into his ear in a whisper in an attempt to not be loud.

"It's too much pleasure? You never felt no shit like this before have you?" He asked me in a low tone.

"No, I haven't. Only you can make me feel like this." I talked back dirty to him.

"That's right, baby."

The water was splashing and rocking around around us. I was lost in my thoughts, focused on the pleasure, meeting his thrusts to please him too. Then, I suddenly remembered his daddy kink. Let's test it out tonight, shall we?

"Oh fuck, daddy." I moaned in his ear in such an enticing manner.

I felt his body shudder for a moment before he composed himself. Nice to see that it works, and that he really does like it. He lifted his head from my neck, snapping his gaze towards me as he looked in my eyes. He was met with my face that held an an evil smirk mixed with gratification written all over it.

"Sae, what the fuck." He hissed, but it came out as more of a growl.

"What, daddy? You said you had a kink." I teased him.

His body shuddered again against me. I knew this was turning him on just like he turns me on in many ways. I don't know why he was so upset.

"Oh fuck." He moaned, "I swear to god if you keep doing this shit and acting like you're so fucking sweet, I'm finna bust, and I'm not going to have any mercy on you." He warned me as he struggled to get the words out.

"Maybe I don't rant you to have mercy, and l I want to feel your hot cum inside me, daddy." I purred in his ear as I gave him a peck on the lips.

"Oh, fucking hell!" He accidentally moaned out very loudly.

I'm surprised no one has walked over here yet the amount of times we both, mainly myself, were a little bit too ecstatic. He started to go as deep as he possibly could now: Balls deep. Whenever he thrusted in he laid there for a second before pulling out, and doing it all over again.

"You must want to to fuck you senseless. We got time for that later baby, right now I'm taking my time with you. I don't give a fuck if you can't handle it. You hear me?" He told me dominantly.

"Mhmm." I bit my lip, not being able to speak from how good he was giving it to me.

"Words. Use your fucking words, Sae." He picked up the pace ever so slightly.

"Yes, I hear you, daddy." I teased him again on purpose, "Oops. I mean yes, Marshall."

He did exactly what he promised he would do, and he began to have no mercy. He started to pound into me so deeply that I felt like I was going to fall apart. I was morning so loudly at this point that he literally had to put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet because kissing me just wasn't cutting it anymore. He was treating me with so much care yet was also being so dominant and rough as the same time. I couldn't even explain it.

I was at the edge, and he knew this. My walls were contracting around him every second that passed, and my eyes were closed shut from the feeling. He took his hand off of my mouth and placed his on the concrete barrier surrounding us as he began kissing me again. The kiss was full of lust and emotions.

"Cum for me, beautiful. I'm close." He said softly compared to his demands from earlier.

Hearing him say that, sent me over. I was already so overstimulated, and so overcome by my orgasm that I was literally shaking as I let go around him. I was moaning nonstop. He had also orgasmed at the same time as me, cumming inside of me. I felt his muscles flex, and he buried himself into me balls deep. He grunted lowly as he shot his hot cum into me. It was so sexy and everything about him was so handsome.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths. When we were ready to go, we wrapped ourselves in our towels, grabbing our discarded articles of clothing, and made it to the bed room. We dried ourselves off, and got ready for bed. It was already so late in the night, and I had an early flight to catch tomorrow & Marshall needed to be in the studio by 9. So we decided to just call it a night and go to bed.

A/N: I wanted to say thank y'all for over 32 THOUSAND reads. Like that's absolutely insane to think about. 💗✨ But unfortunately, I also need to make something clear. I've been wanting to keep the peace and still do, but I'm not exactly happy with Wattpad right now. I'm going to say this, and I'm only going to say this once & I don't want to see anyone discussing it at ALL in the comments because this is a positive space: It's okay to take inspiration from me, but please do not blatantly take how I write my book/ideas and add it to yours. Also do not make your own book based off of my story or any parts of my story. That's it, and that's all. I said what I said. 💅🏾 Now moving on, I also changed the book cover, which was designed by @poeith I also hope everyone enjoys their Memorial Day weekend, and I love y'all ❤️‍🔥- 🤎