17. This Is Personal

Nikki's P.O.V.

"Here's your bottle of Crystal," I say and feel the words immediately die on my lips as I realize that the person sitting in front of me inside of the V.I.P. lounge us Marshall.

I damn near stutter and my hands shake, the tray with the champagne bottle and glasses on it rattling a bit.

As he sits there in between two bimbo looking chicks on one of the couches at the V.I.P., it feels to me like everything is moving in slow motion.

His baby blue eyes widen for just as spilt second, then he smirks.

Marshall licks his lips and he looks me up and down evilly.

"Hand it right here, sweetheart. Thanks a lot," he says with a cold arrogant smirk, pretending like he doesn't actually know me, which is fine by me.

As quickly as I possibly can, I place the tray on a small table in front of where he is sat with his groupies and turn to walk away from them.

"Uh... Hold up just a second, baby girl, would ya?" Marshall then says in this annoying voice.

I turn my head slightly and look at him over my shoulder, watching him look me over once again and I seriously am hating these slutty ass outfits the club makes us wear when serving at the V.I.P. section, these shirt tight leather black shorts with fishnets and a tight ass see through white corset tops, paired with a some really high-heeled stilettos, I look like a damn stripper right now, and it feel humiliating as hell right now that Marshall is staring me down, not bothering to hide bow much he enjoys seeing me like this.

Marshall bites his buttom lip and leans forward, grabbing the Crystal bottle and taking a swig straight from the bottle just like the unsophisticated ghetto ass piece of white trash that he is.

He then smirks again and motions for me to come closer to him.

I mentally stop myself from rolling my eyes, being it how I am currently on duty and it would be unprofessional of me to do that.

I sigh and make my way back to where he is sitting with those two bimbos.

"How can I help you, Mr Mathers?" I ask sarcastically, leaning forward and immediately regretting it because his eyes immediately go to my cleavage as he licks lis lips again. I swear, it this point he is trying to be as sleazy as possibly on purpose.

"You see this, sweetheart?" He dangles the bottle in front of my face as I questiongly raise my eyebrows at him. "It's too warm," he states. "So me and my ladies would need another one. Go grab us a replacement, won't ya?"

Now, I know that he's lying because that bottle was just sitting in a bucket of fresh ice when I picked it out for the V.I.P. He just wants to make me go and get him another one for no reason. And once I'll be back with that one, he'll probably find something wrong then too, it's become a game to him the minute he realized that I'm the one servicing the V.I.P. and he's enjoying it.

"Not a problem, sir," I say sarcastically, emphasizing the word sir, but keeping it professional.

As soon as I'm out of his eyesight however, I speed walk out of the V.I.P. lounge and head straight for the bar on the common area where Kianna is currently stationed at.

"Ki, come here girl, I need a big favor from you," I smile sweetly at my best friend, walking behind the barstand and pulling her to the side.

"What is it, girl?" Kianna puts down the cocktail glass she was in the process of mixing for somebody.

"I need you to switch places with me," I make puppy dog eyes at her. "You go to the V.I.P. for me and I'll stay here and work the bar for you."

"Sure girl, no worries. Why you don't want to be at the V.I.P. though?"

"Because," I sigh and roll my eyes. "Eminem is there right now with his boys. And a couple of slutty ass groupies," I add the last part with another roll of my eyes.

"Girl no, after how you blasted his ass on national TV that day?!" Kianna almost exclaims, but I elbow her hard and she immediately lowers her voice as she giggles. "Oooooo, I just know he looooooved to see you again just now," she bursts out laughing.

She has no idea that me and Marshall have actually seen each other one more time since then but that is something that I'm taking to the grave with me, obviously.

"Yeah girl, and by the looks of it, if I stay serving at the V.I.P., he's going to really give me a hard time and you already know how I am. I won't be able to take it, I'll end up knocking his bleached-blonde ass out and getting fired afterwards, and you know I need this job right now. You, on the other hand, he doesn't know you at all, so he won't have no reason to fuck with you," I speak rapidly and Kianna nods. Truth be told, I simply don't want to be at the V.I.P. with Marshall simply because I just don't want to serve him period, regardless of whether he was trying to give me a hard time or not.

"Sure girl, no problem," Kianna says again.

"Thanks a lot, sis, I owe you," I reply. "Oh. And bring him and his groupies another bottle of Crystal for me, he said that the one I served to him was too warm."

So, Kianna heads to the V.I.P. and I take her place at the bar.

I start to take orders and make the customers their drinks for a fee minutes, and everything is going great when all of a sudden, the club's manager, Jennifer walks up to me.

"Nikki, I need to speak to you. Mike here would cover for you at the bar, let's go," Jennifer pulls me aside and into her office.

"What is it, Jennifer?" I ask once she motions for me to take a seat.

"Nikki, what's happened between you and one of the guests at the V.I.P. and why aren't you not at the V.I.P. right now? Why did you switch places with Kianna?" She asks sternly.

"Well I..." I start to say, but Jennifer quickly interrupts me.

"Nikki, you'll have to go back to the V.I.P. Eminem himself has asked for you in there. Now, I don't know what is it with you and him, but Eminem is a big star and we are so lucky to have him even patron this club, so if he says he wants you personally to serve him and his entourage all their drinks, then that's what you are going to have to do."

"Jennifer, I can't do that," I sigh. "This is actually a bit of a... personal situation for me? I don't know if you realize, but..."

"What, the fact that he and him had apparently dated back in high-school?" My nanager frowns. "Yes, Nikki, the whole world probably knows it by now, but what's that got to do with you doing your job? You are going to have to suck it up, girl, I am sorry."

"The hell I am," I roll my eyes.

"Look Nikki, I'll put it to you like this. You either do this or you look for another job."

I feel such intense anger rise inside of me then and I quickly get up from the chair.

I force myself to control my emotions though.

Don't let him make you lose your damn job, girl, I remind myself in my head.

"Okay, I'll do it," I say rolling my eyes.

"Well, that's the attitude," Jennifer then says happily, clapping her hands. "Now go back in there and put a smile on your face too, Nikki. And go bring him and his two lady friends some Hennesy on the rocks please? He's asked for that last and we have already made him wait way too long."

I don't reply to that at all, just grab everything I needed for Marshall's order and march right back into the V.I.P.

"Here's your Henny on the rocks, Mr Mathers," I smile, placing the glasses in front of a smug looking Marshall and his two bimbos. "Sorry for letting you wait again. Why don't you take a sip and make sure it's cold enough," I say with a wide fake smile plastered on my face.

He smirks, leans back in his seat and picks up one of the glasses taking a huge sip from it.

"It's just right, sweetheart," he winks.

I smile sweetly and lick my lips.

"Well good, cause I spit in it," I dead pan and his eyes widen.

"Fuck you just say to me?!" He practically jumps out from his seat on the sofa now and his two groupies both eye him nervously, then both of them bitches eyeball me like they ready to fight me or something.

"Yo Em, chill," somehow, DeShaun is immediately by his side and he's trying to pull Marshall back from me. He must've noticed something escalating the minute I walked back into the V.I.P.

"I said I'm glad you are satisfied with your drink, sir," I smile even more sweetly now as I look up at him.

Then I walk away.

He wanted me to serve his ass so badly, well he just got served.

I should've known how petty he would be though.

For the whole rest of the night, Marshall won't let me stand still not even for a second as he is constantly asking for something. Which is fine, right, that's what I'm here for, but he knows damn well that he does not need half of the things he's constantly asking of me, he is just enjoying me having to wait on him hand and foot, it must be giving him a sick sort of satisfaction.

Every time I go to hand him one of the bottles he orders though, he's always all over those two groupies too, and they are all over him which is just a little annoying.

But not nearly as annoying as him constantly claiming that all of the drinks I bring to him are not cold enough, when he knows that they are, he is just being petty!!

After me coming in with yet another Crystal bottle, Marshall waves me over yet again.

"Come here a minute," he smirks, standing up from the couch again as he walks over to me with a bottle. "I think you ain't understanding me correctly when I tell you I don't want no warm liquor. So let me show you something. Do me a favor? Stand real still for me, baby," he steps closer to me.

Next thing I know, he tilts the bottle over my head and lets the contents of it spill all over my hair, face and cleavage.

"See what I was telling you before, babe? That champagne was too warm."

Everybody at his little circle laugh like crazy, the little groupie bitches practically cheering for him as though he just did the funniest shit ever, and I just lose it.

No longer carrying anymore, I slap the shit out of him and run out.

The whole time thinking to myself that I should have done worse, I should've killed him for humiliating me how he just did. And I'm probably about to get fired right now too for slapping a customer, even one that has just fucking poured champagne over me, and I don't even cage anymore.

I walk away from the V.I.P. and make my way to the liquor stourage downstairs just because I want to be alone right now and because I'm seriously just considering getting drunk right now, me most likely losing my job and all.

I run my hands through my champagne soaked hair that is already starting to reverse a bit from all of the liquid in it. Great, now I'm going to need a new hair appointment soon to get it all straightened and I just had it done not so long ago. God, I hate this motherfucker!!

I'm digging through the fridge, looking for a bottle of tequila, when I hear the door behind me open and close.

"I thought I told you about fucking slapping me in the face before, didn't I?" An arrogant annoying sounding voice says behind me.

I don't have to even turn around to see who it is, I just let my fingers tighten around the wine bottle in my hand.

"Fucking bastard!!" I exclaim, losing my cool and then I turn around and throw the bottle I was currently holding straight at Marshall's head, and he is barely able to duck right in time, before it could actually hit him. Glass exploding all over the wall behind him.

Immediately, his face twists with rage, and he rushes over towards me, snatching me by my wrists as he pulls me to my feet and closer to him.

"Are you fucking insane, yo?! You could've fucking killed me!!" He exclaims angrily, shaking me.

"And you fucking humiliated me out there!!" I exclaim back, and I hate that I'm letting him get to me like this all of a sudden.

I feel like before, I was always the one in control because I had always kept my cool no matter what, but right now he is making me lose it completely, and he must really enjoy it to watch me suddenly snap. Damn, I knew I should've never slept with him, I feel like that's what's throwing me off balance so much right now!!

"Calm the fuck down, you fucking bitch!!" Marshall's fingers dig deep into my skin as his grip on my wrists tightens.

Then, next thing I know, we are both all over each other.

I don't even know who made the first move or how it even happened, but we are kissing, our mouth move together with both anger and passion. Marshall's hands are all over me, made easy by this stupid skimpy outfit I'm required to wear to work, and my fingers are tugging at the back of his bleach-blond hair, pulling him closer to me.

After a few minutes of this, we pull away to catch our breaths. Marshall's arm is still wrapped around my waist though and he leans his forehead against mine. His eyes searching my eyes for something, no longer angry, but almost unsure like.

"Look Nikki," he sighs, "I actually came down here to apologize to you for giving you a hard time all night, so I'm sorry. I'm sorry, aight?!" He huffs. "I know I took it too far with how I made you run around all night, but I was just pissed at you for how you blew me off that time so I wanted to be petty towards you, so that's why I was acting like that. Now calm your ass down. Let me make it up to you," he suddenly says and I narrow my eyes at him.

"How you gonna do that?" I ask, pulling away with a frown on my face. Marshall looks like he's thinking about something.

"Uh... I don't know, why don't you come chill with me and the guys after you shift end here?" He shrugs. "We are gonna go hit up another club after this. You can even bring your friend cause Proof kinda likes her," he smirks and rubs the bridge of his nose, letting go of my wrists.

"What friend?" I frown.

"Ya know, that chick you was tryna send to the V.I.P. in you place," he smirks.

"And then you went and complained to my manager about it, Marshall?" I narrow my eyes at him again, him looking at me real sheepish like.

"I just really wanted to see you, sweetheart. And get on your last nerve," he says smugly.

I roll my eyes.

"Okay," I shrug, knowing damn well that I would probably regret it. "I'll hang out with y'all tonight."

Ugh, this chapter kind of sucked tbh, but I promise y'all in the next one things are definitely going to get pretty crazy...

Also, this story would probably come to an end soon, it being that we now know what's happened to them in the past and all, but idk how I'll conclude it yet...