Chapter 13

Leila POV

I entered the reception of Effigy waving at Sidney, the receptionist, as I made my way through to Monica's office, carrying lunch.

Smirking yo myself as I passed the boardroom, which was filled with a few people talking, including Marshall, who looked up, his eye catching me as I passed, jaw clenching, vein-popping up.

I give a knowing smile and continue to walk on.

I must say his text messages after I kicked him out we're something impressive.

I have never seen so many variations of the word slut before.

It was very educational.

He must be reading a thesaurus these days.

I made a left turn into the open office, walking in just in time to greet Monica getting off the phone.

"Hey girl" She said grinning from ear to ear "How you doing! Thanks for meeting me for lunch, sorry I had to change plans, Marshall had an emergency meeting and I needed to be present"

"I totally understand, don't worry about it" I said placing the food down on the desk "I grabbed something on the way to make it easier"

"You my beautiful friend, are a true queen"

I gave her a smile and take a seat at the side of her desk as we unpacked our lunches.

"Been busy?" I asked, pulling out my cutlery and dressing my lunch "It's been hard to catch up with you"

"Absolutely, we have so much going on at the moment, we've had a few meetings about new artists and maybe a tour but it's still in decided" She said as she started to eat "To be honest, since his album dropped in January, we've been working round the clock, he a has had a few interviews, shows, appearances and this week has just been one of those back to back ones"

"Sounds crazy, do you go on the tours?"

"I sure do, Marshall refuses to trust any tour assistants, so As his ordinal assistance I get the duel title, I'm not sure you've noticed but he's quite particular"

And peculiar.

And very precise, if I have to admit, man doesn't get confused on the way to finding a g spot.

"I did notice... " I said as we were interrupted by angry music playing, bass from music echoing through the hallways from the ceiling speakers.

"Sorry about that" Monica said with a grimace "He does that when he's in a bad mood, which he has been for a solid week now"

"Oh? That's a shame, seems like he a moody kinda guy"

"Not really, some things just annoy him, most of the time he's unbothered, he's a different person when he's angry" She said with a sigh and a small smile "It will pass, but until then we get to listen to great music"

I snorted and raised my brows.

"Well at least he's got a decent taste in music I guess"

Monica chuckled and started to eat her lunch.

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Sitting in the office waiting for Monica come back so we could plan a night with Laura before I left.

The good thing was that the music had stopped for the time being, assuming that his higness was being disgruntled elsewhere.

Suddenly Marshall was passing by Monica's open office door, with a scantily clad woman in tow.

He stopped in the doorway, turning to me with a smirk, the woman wrapping herself around him.

"Leila, good to see you, meet Ellie" He said nonchalantly "Let Mon know I'm gonna be busy and to hold my calls for the next... hour"

He then turned and continued on to his office, woman following him, giggling with a pitch that was similar to nails on a chalkboard, door slamming behind him.

I rolled my eyes, what a jackass.

Monica returned about 20 minutes later, thumping noise and muffled moans coming out of Marshall's office.

"Hey sorry that took so long-" She said eyes running in the direction of the noise.

"Marshall said he's busy for the next hour"

She looked at me confused "He said that"

I snorted and nodded my head.

"I hate groupies, it's such a mess to clean up" Monica groaned "He's seemingly been fucking through the alphabet of groupies all week"

"What do you mean clean up the mess?"

She sighed again "Some of them are obsessed and don't exactly leave when asked nicely"

"Arnt you worried they're gonna go to the media?"

She gave me a funny look.

"Well the ones he has around are the ones that have signed NDA's"

"Wait... So they're essentially free hookers?"

She chuckled "I still don't understand to this day why a woman willingly wants to sleep with a celebrity, I mean I get that they use it for bragging rights but what's the point when you legally can't brag about it?"

"I don't understand why anyone would willingly want to be used for a man without gaining anything"

I couldn't help but smirk to myself about it though.

Someone's got a bruised ego.

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I closed Monica's office door, turning to leave when a hand grabbed my arm, dragging me into an office and closing the door.

"You think you're so fuckin' amazing don't you?  Coming to my studio thinking you're some gods gift to men, and you think just because you tricked me into eating your pussy, that you're somethin' special?"

"Tricked? I wasn't holding a gun to your head, you did that willingly" I snorted "I mean, I'm not the one who's fucking everyone in sight because my little ego was shattered, because I feel used"

Marshall stares me down, an angry expression present across his face.

"Bitch you think you're all that? Think that you did something and bothered me? You're nothing, where you came from there is many more that are begging to be where you were, don't you ever forget that"

"There may be plenty of women waiting for you superman, but I didn't see you eating their pussy like it was your last meal" I smirked.

He let out a frustrated yell and slammed me against the wall, caging me in, hand either side of my head.

I laughed in his face, which seemed only to piss him off more.

He punched the wall next to my head.

"Fuck you bitch, you really think you're funny huh?

We stood in a staredown for what seemed like forever before he spoke again, facial expression moving to something I hadn't seen cross his face yet.

"You think you're ready to play this game with me, Leila?"

He then leaned into me a little more so that his face was inches from mine, I could feel his hot breath in my face, his expression was dark, twisted, and devious, blue eyes unreadable, suddenly he spoke in a low and sinister tone, that was smooth almost like velvet but had a warning in it that was as dangerous as a double-bladed knife, sending electricity volts down my spine and goosebumps across my body.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"