15. Forgive Me

Nikki's P.O.V.

I wake up the next morning and there's a naked blonde man sleeping in bed next to me, his arm wrapped tightly around my body.

I immediately sit up, brushing his arm off of me as I facepalm myself. Marshall groans but doesn't wake up.

I facepalm myself again.

I know immediately that I have made a huge mistake by having sex with him last night, and I don't understand how I could fuck up like this.

I mean, technically I know exactly how it happened as all of the flashbacks from last night start rushing into my head, and I could just slap myself.

I was kind of tipsy last night and Marshall for sure was drunk as hell, probably also high on all kinds of drugs, I mean, he for sure looked unstable.

Last night...

He stared at me and I stared back at him.

His usual baby blue eyes looking almost black with rage and his jaw is clenched tight. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his oversized jeans, and it looks to me like his whole body is stiff with anger.

"Did you want something, Marshall?" I ask him sweetly, biting my buttom lip as I look him up and down.

And it's like all of the air deflates out of him all of a sudden.

"Are you gonna fucking let me in or what?" He scoffs.

I shrug, then move to the side, allowing him inside the hotel room.

As he passes me, body brushing against mine, I can just feel his anger radiating from him even if his face is pretty much emotionless right now. I can still see how his mouth is set in a hard thin line.

I close and lock the door behind him, leaning against it, and wondering to myself why is he being so extra for, what, just because I've decided to tell the whole truth after all??

Then, I can hear my own voice from the TV as it is still showing the replay of the interview from earlier, my interview i gave live on 106 & Park. All of the commotion in the audience finally dies down and Free, the host of the show, asks me:

"So, what had made you come forward, Nikki?"

"Well, you see what had happened was that Eminem's manager, Paul Rosenberg had reached out to me. He wanted me to come on here and basically lie on myself, paint myself to be a cheater and all that and confirm Marshall's story." I hear my own voice reply to Free.

I guess at that point, I was really not caring anymore, because I was laying it all out on the table. I had put both Paul and Marshall completely on blast.

Marshall stares at the TV, shakes his head and snatches the remote from the coffee table, shutting the TV off, as if he were at his own house.

"Why'd you do that?" He asks me quietly, without looking at me. "We had a deal!!" He exclaims, much louder now.

"Well, consider it voided now, I guess," I shrug, and I know he can hear the smug smile in my voice.

He turns around to face me then.

"Yo Nikki, you are a motherfucking bitch, for real!!"

"Why, because I won't let y'all buy me?" I shrug.

"Oh my fucking God!!" Marshall exclaims then, holding his forehead in his hands. "You know what, sweetheart, you might think you had fucked me over with that shit you pulled, but guess what, bitch? You had actually fucked yourself over way worse than me. Cause me, imma still be aight. I'm the motherfucking Eminem, baby. Once all this shit dies down, motherfuckers are gonna forget all about this and they are gonna get over this. Just like they about to forget about your ass, Nikki. Cause who the fuck even are you, some bitch I went out with in back high-school? Your 15 minutes are about to run out and Paul ain't about to do shit for you now, as far as your lil Hollywood problem is concerned, so you can kiss that dream goodbye, that's for sure. So tell me something, sweetheart, was it worth it?!" He basically growls out now, staring at me intensely, and I just shrug.

Yeah, I had pretty much ruined it all for myself by telling the truth, but hey, at least I'm no sellout!!

"Worth every second of it. I hope you enjoy all your fans thinking both you and your asshole manager are racists now!!" I narrow my eyes at him as his whole face drops.

"Nikki, you know damn well that I'm not no fucking racist!!" He exclaims.

"No, you are not, Marshall," I shrug. "But now some of your fans for sure are going to think that you are, and you fucking deserve that shit!!"

I turn to walk away him and he grabs my arm.

"Why?!" He exclaims.

"Because you had pissed me off," I shrug. "And also because I could. And because you are a fucking liar."

He looks like he's about to quite literally explode from his anger then, and I would laugh at him, only I never get a chance to.

Before I know what's happening, he grabs me and slams me into the nearest wall.

I raise my hand to him real quick and slap the shit out of him in response, and he grabs my wrist, squeezing it tightly in his hand.

"Never do that shit again, you hear me?!" He hisses at me through gritted teeth. "See, I've let you get away with slapping me before, Nikki, cause I know that I've crossed a line with you before, but I don't give a fuck no more. Try putting your hands on me again bitch and I swear to God girl I'm fucking you up!!" He growls.

I just stare at him.

"Do you fucking understand me, sweetheart?" He asks coldly, pointing his finger at me.

God, I hate his fucking guts!!

"Just out of curiosity," I ask, pulling him closer to me by the collar of his shirt. "What exactly would you do if I were to slap you again, huh, Marshall?" I stare up into his eyes.

He narrows his eyes at me as he bites his lower lip involuntarily, looking at my lips.

"Bitch, I'll fucking kill you," he replies in this really low voice.

"How? How would you do that, Marshall?" I ask innocently, looking up at him.

He smirks.

"You really don't wanna know that, girl," he replies smugly.

I burst out into laughing then and he blinks a few times.

"Yo, the fuck is so funny?!" He asks angrily, slamming both of his palms into the wall on each side of me.

"Can I tell you something? I did hear one rumor about you before," I smile sweetly.

"And what's that?" He frowns.

"Well, the thing is. Rumor has it, Marshall, that you can't fuck," I reply, looking him dead in the eyes again, watching him narrow those baby blues at me again with a stone cold look on his face. "They say that you..."

"Are you fucking for real right now, bitch?!" He suddenly laughs like this short angry laugh. "So let me get this straight. You ain't know shit about me, you don't follow my career or nothing, but somehow you have heard this bullshit that one salty ass bitch said about me?"

I continue to smirk at him but that's cut short when he suddenly grabs my jaw.

"I swear I should fuck you right now," he says coldly. "See if you would still believe everything you hear then."

"What makes you think I'll allow that, Marshall?" I ask, slapping his hand away. But by that point, all of the wine I've been drinking earlier must've been messing with my head, tipsyness spreading all over my body, because I do kind of wonder...

Plus, it's been a long time coming anyway, what with all of the hostility we've had towards one another ever since the day we've crossed paths again...

"Oh, you'll ALOW me to do whatever the fuck I wanna do to you, baby," Marshall says smugly, his knuckles caressing the side of my cheek. "Do you know why that is, sweetheart?"

"Humor me. Why?" I reply, looking right at his mouth again.

Next thing I know, his palm is at the small of my back and he pulls me to him, slamming his mouth on mine.

I pull away from him immediately and slap the shit out of him.

Anger and rage flashing through his eyes instantly.

"Yo, fuck I told you about this shit just now?!" He exclaims angrily, pointing his finger at me again.

"And the fuck did I tell you before about doing what you just did?!" I reply back, shoving him.

He shoves me right back and I find my back hitting the wall again.

Marshall gets in my face again.

"You know Nikki, I've tried to be nice to you before, I really did, but you being the fucking bitch that you are..."

"Fuck you!!" I reply, slapping him for the third time tonight. And this time, I also drag my fingernails down the side of his face once my hand connects with the skin there.

Marshall backs away from me, cursing loudly.

His eyes go wide as he slowly brings one of his hands to his cheek and then he looks at the blood that came off on his fingertips. There are three angry scratch marks on the side of his face, not deep by any means, but definitely there.

"You..." it seems to me that he can barely even speak now. "Did you really just..." He damn near hyperventilates from rage as his previously baby blue eyes go even darker than before.

"What's the matter, Marshall?" I ask him, smiling. "Did I mess up your pretty face? Did I..."

He cuts me off by suddenly snatching me by the hair, his fingers twisting in it as he grips it hard, way harder than necessary, and he yanks me closer to him, his body slamming into mine.

"You know what, Nikki? I'm kind of glad that you did that dumb shit just now," he suddenly says, pulling on my hair, pulling my head backwards.

"And why would you be glad about it?" I manage to squeeze out sarcastically.

"Cause now that you've crossed a line with me, I sure as fuck can cross all kinds of lines with you," he replies, smirking. "I can..."

"Oh shut up, Marshall, you talk too much!!" I suddenly interrupt him then. I pull him towards me by placing my palm against the back of his head and kiss him. I guess I just couldn't take it anymore and said fuck it.

It takes him less than a second to respond to me, even of it did throw him off guard just a little bit intially.

He lets go of my hair and snakes his hands down to my butt instead, slapping it, then squeezing the hell out of it.

He continues to kiss me so roughly but with so much passion too. This is DEFINITELY very different from what I remember of his kisses back when we were both teenagers. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers grasping at the hair at the back of his head as I pull his buttom lip in my mouth and bite on it as I moan into his mouth. He moans loudly in response and slams me further into the wall.

I swear I hate him so much but I also kind of want him right now, I must be drunk or something...

"Nikki, I'm so sorry for what's happened to us before. And I'm sorry for that bullshit on the plane," Marshall suddenly blurts out against my lips and I frown.

This is definitely not the right time for him to try telling me any of this, the fuck?!

I shrug it off and just continue kissing him to give him a hint to shut the hell up, but he doesn't take it.

"Do you forgive me, Nikki?" He asks in between kisses.

"Hell no!!" I respond back. Like, what does he think this is?!

We pull away from each other and look each other deep into the eyes.

He stares at me so angrily then and he pulls me back towards him again.

He starts hungrily kissing down my neck. He pulls down the straps of the dress I'm wearing and unclips my bra and starts playing with my boobs. He sucks on my left nipple while squeezing the right one in between his fingers, pinching it, while I run my hands through his short blonde hair. I start moaning loudly and he picks me up, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. Marshall carries me to the bed and pretty much throws me on it as we both get rid of our clothes.

He starts kissing me again while his fingers play with my pussy.

"Fuck baby, you are wet as fuck," he groans. "You can't tell me you don't forgive me now?!"

"I don't forgive you," I moan cause fuck him.

"Fuck..." He mutters, shoving two fingers inside of me as he curves then and starts pumping them in and out of me, hitting my spot instantly.

I moan loudly again as I grab his head between my palms and I pull him down to me and shove my tongue in his mouth. We make out for a while until he breaks out kiss and starts on my titties again as I suck on his neck.

Marshall then pulls his fingers out of me and he shoves them in my mouth as I suck on them, locking my own juices clean off them as he then attempts to get on top of me, but I push him on the bed instead and straddle him. I lower my head and kiss him deeply as I reach behind me and grab hold of his dick, pumping it for a few minutes, before easing it in my pussy. I start to move my hips on him in a circular motion, then bounce my ass on him quickly picking up the pace, and it feels good to finally resolve all of the anger and resentment I still feel towards him.

Marshall grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him as we kiss sloppily while we continue to fuck. He reaches behind me and slaps my ass, causing me to whimper.

"Guess what though, Marshall?" I ask against his lips with my eyes closed from all of the pleasure I'm currently feeling.

"What, baby?"

"I still don't fucking forgive you!!" I exclaim with venom in my voice and open my eyes.

Only to meet his gaze with mine and see so much anger and rage in his.

All of a sudden, he grabs my waist and flips us over so that he's on top of me. He grabs hold of my arms and locks them over my head. He forces me to change the pace now that he's the one in control of it, and he starts fucking me slowly, going really deep though, giving me those deep strokes.

And it's feeling so good to me, too good...

"What about now?!" He groans, kissing my neck. "Fucking forgive me now?!"

"No," I whisper as he grabs my throat.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Look at me!!" He growls, so I open my eyes again.

My brown eyes meet his pale blue ones and he grabs my jaw, forcing me to maintain eye contact with him.

"Forgive me," he kisses me.

"No," I reply again in a weak voice.

"Ah, fuck it," Marshall groans.

He picks up his pace then, fucking me a lot harder now, and all you hear is skin slapping against skin.

"You gonna cum for me at least, can you do that at least?" He whispers in my ear, biting on my lobe, and by that point I already feel close anyway.

"Yeah," I moan.

I watch Marshall's face as his teeth dig into his buttom lip as he smirks.

"Guess what then baby, if you cum, it means you forgive me," he states. "Yeah?"

I start to try to respond and tell him hell no, but Marshall just smirks, slamming his mouth back on mine, not giving me the chance to get my words out. He bites my lip this mine as he continues fucking the shit out of me, and that drives me over the edge.

My whole body shakes underneath him and my pussy pulsates on his dick, simultaneously making Marshall come undone as well.

"Fuuuuuck," he groans, pulling out of me and shooting his load everywhere.

My frantic filled with regrets thoughts of last night get interrupted by an obnoxious sound that sounds like a ringing cellphone, only I don't recognize the ring tone.

I immediately realize that it must be Marshall's cell phone ringing in the pocket of his oversized jeans that are laying thrown somewhere on the floor, and I wait patiently for him to wake up and either go answer whoever is calling him or shut it off, but he continues to sleep, dead to the world apparently.

"Marshall!!" I call out his name, then I try shaking his shoulder to wake him, but he still wouldn't budge.

"Marshall!!" I say much more loudly now.

Just then, his phone stops ringing, and Marshall groans again, this time opening his eyes slowly as he squints them at me.

For a second there, he looks vulnerable and almost childlike innocent and my heart skips a beat for a second or two until I quickly snap out of it because what the hell is wrong with me, I can't stand this motherfucker!!

"What is it, Nikki?" He grumbles, rubbing his sleepy red eyes with the backs of his hands like a grumpy little kid or something. "What fucking time is it?" He then looks around looking all kinds of disoriented, then frowns as he notices it's still pretty dark in the room.

"Yo, fuck are you waking me up so early for?!" He continues to complain in this groggy voice. "Let's fucking go back to sleep, girl."

He starts to shut his eyes again but I quickly punch him in the shoulder.

"Oh no, you don't!!" I exclaim.

"Yo, what the..." Marshall starts to say, but gets cut off by his phone ringing again.

"Yooooo, shut that off sweetheart, I swear I got the worst hangover right now," he groans again and I roll his eyes at him.

"Um... Marshall? That's your cellphone," I point out to him.

"Oh shit you right, baby. Hand it to me please?" He makes a sort of a puppy dog face at me.

I roll my eyes again but then get out of the bed and go to look for Marshall's pants on the floor.

By the time I fish out his cell phone out of one of the pockets and turn around to get back in the bed with him, I notice that Marshall is now a lot more awake as he sits with his back leaning against the bed's headboard, and his eyes are roaming all over my body. That's when I realize that I've got no clothes on, and I quickly grab a sheet from the bed and wrap it around myself, causing him to chuckle.

"Really yo? Ya wanna get all shy on me now?" He smirks, biting on his lower lip softly and I swear I want to slap the shit out of him again. Then again, that would probably be a terrible idea for me to do that, seeing how that was exactly what had got me in trouble last night to begin with.

"Forget you, Marshall," I say and start to hand him his phone. "Here."

Just then, I happen to glance at the caller ID and I roll my eyes yet again.

Marshall looks at his phone briefly and frowns.

"Fuck this bitch calling me for?" He mumbles under his breath, then looks at me. "Yo Nikki, I gotta take this cause the only reason for Kim to call me is if it's something with my daughters."

I frown back at him and just shrug my shoulders with an emotionless expression on my face, I really don't know why he feels the need to even explain it to me why Kim is calling him, to be honest. I want nothing to do with their mess.

"Yo Kim, hey?" Marshall answers the phone, dragging one of his hands down his face.

He listens for a few seconds to whatever it is she is saying to him, then, out of the blue sky his face twists into an irritated expression.

"Yo, what the fuck, Kim?!" He exclaims angrily. "You calling me at..." He glances at the watch on his wrist. "...fucking 6am in the morning to ask me about that, are you fucking for real right now?!"

He must of got cut off by her then cause he grits his teeth as he listens for a few more seconds, then goes off on her again.

"None of ya fucking business, bitch, what's it got to do with you anyway?!... Yo listen Kim, don't call me about no bullshit again!" Marshall growls, snapping his phone shut.

He sits leaning against the headboard, looking angry as fuck as he breathes rapidly up and down, and I look away from him.

Well, that was... awkward... Also, some things really don't change at all, I guess...

"Shit, sorry about that," Marshall finally speaks once he's managed to gain control of himself, I guess. "I been told that bitch never to bug me unless it's about my fucking daughters."

"You've got kids?" I ask him curiously before I could stop myself.

I look at him briefly and watch his eyes widen and he looks confused as fuck.

"You ain't know that I have two daughters?!" He asks me incredulously and I shrug.

"You see, Marshall, I keep telling you, but you keep on not believing me. I really don't know shit about your personal life, so no. I did not know that you've got two daughters."

"Wow," he looks at me kind of sadly then, and I almost feel bad.

But not bad enough.

"Look, Marshall," I sigh. "One of the other reasons I woke you up is because you have to go. You can't be here right now."

"Yo what?!" He looks at me and frowns. "You can't be fucking serious, girl. It's like 6am right now."

"Yeah, and I've got to check out of this hotel in like an hour to catch my flight back to LA," I reply. "And I'm not trying to have you here while I do that, and frankly, Marshall, I don't think you wanna get caught up with me here neither. Considering what your manager has said to you about..."

"Nikki, I don't give a fuck about that," he interrupts me angrily, grabbing hold of my elbow and pulling me to him. "Paul is a fucking ass and I should have checked him right then and there."

"Be as it may, you still gotta go, Marshall," I shrug.

"So, let me get this straight," he scratches the back of his head in confusion, then squints his eyes at me. "You... you are seriously kicking me out yo?"

"That's what it looks like," I shrug. "Look Marshall, last night was a mistake. We should have never done what we did, but we can't take it back now. We were both drunk and not thinking straight and certain emotions obviously got the better of us. Let's just forget it ever happened and go our separate ways now finally, okay?"

"That what you want?" He asks me emotionlessly. "Aight then," he then shrugs.

He grabs his clothes from the floor and quickly getting dresses, muttering to himself something about how this is the first time a bitch had actually kicked him out of her hotel room and not the other way around. I kind of smirked to myself at that, I know he must not be used to this kind of thing at all.

"Bye, Marshall!!" I smile smugly and wave at him as he leaves.

And yet, as he walks out of the door, I feel weirdly empty for some reason, I think I'm actually going to... miss him, like what the actual fuck?! I guess I've gotten kind of used to him the past few months that we were forced to keep hanging around each other. But then, I also know that it's only for the best that we never see each other again. I mean, it could never have worked anyway...

I know this was a super long chapter guys and I'm sorry if them having sex kind of came out of nowhere but the way I see it, it had been secretly building up for the longest lol.

At the same time though, damn, Nikki, I was rooting for you goddamit to be the only character I've ever written to NOT let Marshall have his way with her and then she's just going to go and give in, just like that?! Damn you, Nikki 😫 Oh well at least she kicked his ass out in the end 🤣🤣