Chapter 43 - Eminem Merch & Ex-Situationships

Sadé's POV:

— Wednesday, October 19th

I had just finished getting dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black hoodie, lacing up my air maxes that Marshall and I decided to wear today. Since I was going to be doing the photoshoot for his merch, I went bare faced and let my braids hang free. I walked downstairs where Marshall was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. It was still early, about 8:15 the last I checked, so I was still getting into the groove of things.

"You hungry?" Marshall asked me as he opened the car door for me to get inside.

I didn't say anything. Instead I just nodded my head yes.

"You want to stop at Starbucks and McDonald's?"

"Yes, please." I replied quietly.

"Alright."

Marshall began the hour drive to the set, making a stop at the Starbucks and McDonald's drive thru first. We ate our food on the way there, making small talk in the car.

— At the Photoshoot

When we finally arrived, we walked into the building where lights, backdrops, and cameras were set up as Eminem songs were being played in the background.

"Goodmorning, Mr.Mathers." An older lady with a clipboard greeted Marshall.

She had blonde hair, glasses, green eyes, and wore a suite with heels. I'd say she was around 40 to 45 years of age.

"What's up, Karinna." He replied in his usual manner, face emotionless like always whenever he was around others or in public.

"Oh, and this must be Sadé Myers. How are you, dear?" She greeted me as well, except with a handshake.

"I'm doing well. And yourself?" I returned the favor.

"I'm good." He simply said before turning her attention back to Marshall. Like literally moved her entire body to face him.

"Shall we go over the plan for today's series of pictures?" She asked.

"Sure." He replied

"So we'll have 8 different looks that will be modeled. Some alone and some with a male model. You know: The usual. It should take no more than 5 hours, but it might go over."

"Ight. That's it?" He asked looking at her, seemingly agitated.

Is there... is there something I don't know about between these two?

"For now. Maybe while Ms.Myers is modeling we can talk some business, sir." She smiled at him while she played with the necklace that sat right on top of her chest that was partially exposed from the suit she was wearing.

I know she isn't insinuating anything while I'm right here. Chile.

"Nah. I'm good." He replied uninterested.

"You sure, Mr.Mathers? It's pretty important." She begged with this weird voice in an attempt to be sexy.

I wasn't even going to say anything. I just looked at her then looked at Marshall, and rolled my eyes. I already knew I had nothing to worry about so I wasn't trippin'.

"Positive. My girl right here is more important." He grabbed my hand, looking at her.

"Maybe next time. When she isn't a model." She suggested, twirling some hair in between her fingers.

Alright, she's doing entirely too much now. But I'm going to keep my mouth shut and let Marshall handle it. Because at the end of the day this is work for me & him, meaning that I have to stay professional.

"Or never again. Just do your job, Karinna." He said, pulling us both away from that awkward situation.

Again? The hell does he mean "again"? We were walking to my dressing room, when I decided to say something before stepping in.

"Marshall."

"Yea?"

"Did you and that woman have something going on?" I asked him.

"I mean..." He scratched the back of his head while looking at the ground shamefully.

"You mean what? Did you or did you not fuck?" I asked getting annoyed.

I wouldn't have been upset if they did because I don't care about what he did prior to me, only thing that matters is what he did when he knew me. I just didn't want it to be uncomfortable, and wanted to know what I was dealing with because it was clear that she didn't respect boundaries.

"I don't wanna lie to you, but I don't wanna tell you the truth either!..." He looked at me.

I didn't say anything. I just kept glaring at him, waiting for his response.

"Ight, look: Yes. We had... relations. A situationship if you will.... For a while."

"A situationship? So there was feelings involved? What's a while?"

"Like a few months... Maybe four." He threw his head back, shoving his hands in his pocket.

A nervous habit he has.

"4 months sounds like a relationship to me." I mumbled.

"It was just for a while before we were serious."

"What you mean before we were serious?!" I exclaimed.

"I ended it a few weeks before I flew you out!" He ran his hands over his face, "Sae, it was just sexual relations. Nothing less, nothing more. Yes, she wanted a relationship and I didn't. And we continued on with the relations afterwards until I ended it because i was infatuated with you. I didn't fire her though, because I really only see her when it's at merch photoshoots anyways. And I'm just going to be honest right here, right now so there's no problems with it in the future: No she wasn't the only one. I had sexual relations/fucked quite a few other woman before you. I'm just gonna keep it real. Yes I did, but after the incident with Skylar and seeing how it made you feel, I cut all them hoes off. I ain't doing the player shit no more."

I couldn't even be mad at him because that was before we agreed to take things slow, before we both caught feelings, and before the whole Skylar incident like he said. He was single and so was I so he was free to do whatever he pleased. I wasn't mad at him for that. I just don't like the thought of sharing my man. Or the thought of him being with previous women.

"I'm not mad at you for it. I just wanted to know what was up because she seemed real pushy and I don't like that. And plus... the thought of you with someone else rubs me the wrong way." I shrug, not letting the situation affect me anymore.

I didn't want to argue anyways.

"Oh, so you're jealous?" He smirked.

And there he goes, back to his normal, flirtatious, self.

"No. I just don't like the thought of you doing what you do to me to someone else. Even if it was before me." I pout.

He looked around to make sure that no one was paying us any mind before putting his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. He leaned into my ear before speaking:

"It's okay to be a little jealous. None of them hoes compare to you anyways, baby. You know I wouldn't do you dirty. I promise to make it up to you later, beautiful." He whispered huskily before grabbing a handful of both of my ass cheeks, slapping them both afterwards.

He gave me a quick kiss, before he pulled away.

"Now go get yourself all dolled up for the photoshoot. I'll meet you on the set." He said before walking away as I went into my dressing room to get done up by the hired team.

— Some Hours Later

We were half way done with the photoshoot. I had already done 4 of the 8 looks that was instructed of me before I came back out in my 4th outfit. I had already done all the solo shots and girl & girl shots so now I just had to model two sweatshirts and do the girl & boy shots and solos in the sweatshirts.

Everything was going well. The guy who I was paired with was very professional and respectful. He didn't try anything weird like some male models tend to do for some odd reason these days. Marshall was stood next to Paul who were both watching over everything that happened, making sure it was coming along to their liking. There were some moments when I'd be sat, waiting around while the other models to do their shots, but I'd just chat with Marshall or one of the girls I was working with to pass by time during those moments.

After a few more hours, I was finally on my last shot. I was told to pose by a plane for Marshall's previous album "Kamikaze" that he had created more merch for.

"Yo, Sadé. You think you can do some cool shots on the plane or something? Like pose next to it or even hop inside of it?" Marshall spoke up.

"Okay."

"Perfect!" Marshall encouraged me as I was modeling.

I did as I was told, placing a hand on my belt loop as I posed next to the male model. The shots were snapped and I was then told to do some of my own. I stepped on top the plane as well as inside of the plane, posing at a few different angles before the director called it a day.

We had ran overtime by a few hours, but I didn't mind at all. I quickly went to the dressing room, grabbing my things, before making my way back to the main area where Marshall was waiting for me alone. I didn't bother changing my clothes since I was already in a sweatshirt, a pair of black pants, and shoes.

"Hey, you did an amazing job out there today. Thank you, again for modeling for me." He hugged me.

"Of course I would've modeled for you. I'll support everything you do! And thank you."

"Plus, you look really fucking cute in my shit." He added as he let go of me.

"Thank you, love." I replied sheepishly.

We made our way out the building to the car, and went home, enjoying the rest of our day together. And he definitely kept his promise from earlier, might I add.

I'm back to pumping out chapters again lol. Thankfully that writers block was short lasted because I could not deal with that. 😂. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Just a little filler and sole background info to stir up the pot a lil. - 🤎