16. Yellow Brick Road

So, I have decided to write another chapter since I'll be very busy over the weekend and don't know if I'll get a change to upload or not. Anyways, this is a much shorter one...

Marshall's P.O.V.

"Marshall, get in my office. NOW!!" Paul barks at me as me and the fellas are all chilling at the LA studio with some groupies.

I've got like three of them bitches currently on me to help me lick my Nikki inflicted wounds. I still can't believe that crazy fucking bitch did what she did. I ain't never had a female kick me out after sex before.

Now, with Paul peaking his head in and yelling at me like he's a fucking school principal or some shit and I'm one of the students up for the after school detention, all of the boys start laughing like crazy at me.

Even Dre looks up from the soundboard and chuckles.

"Yo, fuck you do this time, dawg?" He asks me sarcastically as I just flip him and the rest of the guys the bird and shake the groupies off of me, heading towards Paul's office. I am kinda wondering what exactly is it Paul wanna bitch at me at this time around.

As soon as I plop down on the chair in front of his desk in his office, Paul promptly throws a magazine issue on top of the table.

I check out the cover and grimace, dragging one of my hands down my face.

IS THE BEST RAPPER ALIVE A RACIST?

It says right underneath my picture.

Fucking great...

Paul continues to look at me all disapproving like and I frown.

"Yo, fuck you looking at me like that for when it's literally all your fault, Paul," I say angrily at him. "I told you that whole interview with Nikki was a dumb ass idea. And then you went and said that dumb shit about her on the plane, no wonder she put both of us on fucking blast during the fucking interview."

"Well Marshall, we can't let her get away with this," Paul counters, rubbing his balding head. "You do know that I've made her sigh a contract before hiring her for the whole publicity stunt thing with you?"

"Yo, what contract?" I frown again, scratching the bridge of my nose.

"Kind of like an NDA. Nikki was not to say anything damaging to your reputation during the 106 & Park interview, Marshall, and she obviously violated that so I'm going to hit her with a lawsuit now."

Oh fuck me...

"Nah, Paul, I don't want you to do that shit," I sigh.

"Marshall, it's not even a fucking option!" My manager says sternly to me then as I squint my eyes at him.

"Say what?" I ask calmly. "Yo, did you fucking forget that you work for me and not the other way around? I say I don't want the damn girl sued for this, so we ain't suing her."

Paul frowns at me and he stares across the table at me like I had lost my goddamn mind.

"Aight look," I sigh, rubbing my chin with my fingers as I lean forward. "This situation is already a motherfucking mess, right? Imagine how it would look if it was actually leaked to the press I'm tryna sue Nikki for this? I mean seriously, Paul, I don't see how you don't realize that for real, dawg. You supposed to be the sensible one."

"Alright," Paul agrees way too easily now and I squint my eyes at him suspiciously. "Then there's another possibility."

I say nothing and just ice grill the fuck out of him. Why do I already got the feeling that I ain't gonna like it?

"Hear me out, Marshall. You actually pretend to date a black chick this time. Not Nikki, obviously, because she can't be trusted, she's a loose cannon just like you, but maybe we could make it happen with that TV show host, Free? I know you always kind of had a thing for her, so that would make it seem realistic, and I know also that Free is a reasonable woman. We could approach her with this..."

"Yo," I facepalm myself. "Paul, not for nothing, but ain't you yourself was kicking it to me before how I could never date..."

"That was before, Marshall. Now it seems to me like it might actually be needed for damage control."

"Nah," I shake my head. "Hell no, no more publicity stunts Paul. I've about had it with your shit yo. And they say I'm the fucking crazy one," I shake my head again, getting up.

I'm just about out of the door when Paul calls out to me.

"Oh, and Marshall?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't think it didn't come back to me that you went to Nikki's hotel room in New York a few weeks ago."

"Yo what the..." I turn back to face him frowning.

I just knew them motherfuckers at the front desk there would take note of me coming in and run back to my manager and report it. Fucking rats...

"So what if I did go there? I uh... just wanted to give that bitch a piece of my mind for how she fucking screwed me over on live air on national fucking TV."

"Yeah, I had figured out as much, Marshall," Paul sighs. "But you've got to be more careful. Just imagine if some paparazzi would've seen you entering and exiting out of the hotel she was staying at and taking pictures of it?"

"Yeah, I know," I grumble. Truth is, I really shouldn't be caught anywhere near Nikki after what's happened.

"Just please do all of us a favor and stay away from that girl, Marshall. Please, for once in your life listen to me?" Paul says, looking like he always looks, like he's on a verge of a fucking heartattack.

"Oh, you don't have to even worry about that yo," I grumble and walk out of the door.

Like for real, for real, I really don't want nothing to do with Nikki at this point, after how she had treated me that day. She had made me feel exactly how I usually make random groupie bitches I fuck feel and that shit wasn't cool at all man so fuck her...

I walk back into the studio and immediately start to bop my head to the beat Dre is currently playing, yo that shit sounds good as fuck.

"Yo that shit is dope as fuck, Dre, let me get on this right quick," I mumble, getting into the booth. Bizzy hands me a blunt and I take a long deep pull on it ans start vibing as the lyrics pour into my head.

I guess I am still kinda salty about the whole Nikki thing though, cause it's hwr I'm thinking of when I go off, and I know she ain't gonna like this at all, to her it's gonna sound like I'm lying again, but oh well...

Which reminds me back in '89 me and Kim broke up for the first timeShe was try na two time me and there was this black girlAt our school who thought I was cool'Cuz I rapped so she was kinda eying me

And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gon' say it plusThe same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugsThe bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull itNot only would I become more popularBut I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time

But it backfired I was supposed to dump herBut she dumped me for this black guyAnd that's the last I ever seen or heardOr spoke to the oh foolish pride girlBut I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that badBut it was I singled out a whole race and for that apologizeI was wrong 'cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a

Oh, by the way, have I ever mentioned that Nikki's middle name is Kimberly?! Ain't that a bitch that two fucking hoe ass sluts named Kim have now fucked me over?

Anyway, moving on yo...

"You aight doody?" Proof asks me patting my back as we all exit from the studio.

"I'm chilling dawg," I smirk. "Let's go hit that club up and get some more bitches."

"That's more like it," Proof smirks and I suddenly holler real loud like.

"Ayo Bizzy!! Pass them drugs right quick dawg."

Bizarre smirks and waddles over to us, pulling out the small plastic baggie with all kinds of pills in it. Me and the boys all pass it around, then we also do some lines during the car ride on the way to the club.

I've heard LA has got some real bad bitches, hell, I KNOW there are some bad bitches here in LA and this club is specifically known for all ot the hottest honeys attending so we all just know we about to have a good time.

We all enter through the back entrance along with our security and head straight to the V.I.P.

And then we all quickly get even more fucked up than we already was cause bottles of Bacardi, Henny, Ciroc, anything any of our hearts desires just keep being passed around and handed to us, along with a brand new batch of groupie bitches, don't even know where them bitches just came from just now, and me and the fellas are having the time of our lives. I swear to fuck man, there are times when I almost regret getting into this whole rap game and selling my soul to it. Mainly cause it keeps taking me away from my daughters, I barely get to see them at all now and that makes me feel both extremely guilty and sad. I truly am an ain't shit human being sometimes. I say I do this for my two little girls, but sometimes I ain't. Sometimes I also do it for the perks. Cause I do enjoy being a star. Can't really blame me though yo, I literally came from nothing and now I have everything.

"What else would you like, Mr Marhers?" One of the server girls asks me, she's supposed to be a waitress but she's literally dressed like a stripper, and I like that.

The two groupies on my lap giggle, and I smirk, grabbing both of their asses at the same time.

"Just bring us some more champagne or something," I shrug.

"Your wish is my command, sir," the girls says then disappears.

I frown slightly cause I really rather she wouldn't call me 'sir'. See, that's the kinda thing I still cannot get used to and it makes me uncomfortable. She could just call me Em or something.

There's a few minutes that pass then and the waitress still ain't back yet, but I ain't really mad cause I've already got plenty of liquor and drugs in my system anyway, and I'm feeling good as fuck yo, I'm really vibing. The two groupies in my lap start making out with each other, getting my dick to stand at attention instantly and I'm seriously considering just leaving this party with them temporarily and taking both of them sluts to the bathroom real quick.

Nothing can fuck up my mood at this point, and I do mean nothing.

Until I hear a familiar soft melodic voice say:

"Sorry for the wait, sir, we were changing shifts. The previous girl went home and I'm her current replacement. Here's your Crystal bottl..." Nikki chokes on her own words as I turn around to face her and she stops in her tracks and we just stare at each other...

Awwwkward 🤣🤣 anyways, what do you guys think would happen next...