Chapter 54 - Anonymous Tips & Spooky Szn

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Sadé's POV:

— Thursday, October 27th

I woke up a little earlier than usual this morning without Marshall beside me. He must've gone to work out like he normally does when he starts his day. So while he was doing that, I guess I'll get started on my day. I did the usual morning routine, changing into a casual outfit since Hailie and I decided to make today a self care & shopping day. I wore a matching leggings & bralette set that was blue. I paired it with some cozy white Ugg slides, and this cool cozy white sweater that has smiley faces all over it. I also accessorized it with an orange bag and my stack bracelets.

I snapped a quick picture in the mirror that was in a different bedroom so that no one would be able to know I was staying at Marshall's house, and posted to my Instagram story. I also posted a Halloween costume from one of my photoshoots for spooky season this year.

I still had a few hours before I needed to leave so I went downstairs, grabbing making a light breakfast for both Marshall and I. I only made some eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I only made the pancakes for Marshall though because I didn't want any. So I grabbed my plate, setting it on the coffee table as I ate.

I finished a little while later and was now taking my bohemian box braids down since I wanted a new hairstyle today. I sat in front of the television on the floor, my back to the couch as my legs were crossed. I was watching the movie "ATL" as I snipped the ends of the braids with scissors before unraveling it, making sure not to cut my real hair. A few minutes later, Marshall walked from down the hall into the kitchen. He grabbed the rest of the food and some water, coming to sit next to me while he ate.

"Good morning, pretty girl." He said in his deep morning voice, hugging me as he smothered me in sweat.

"Ewww! Good morning to you too, love." I squealed while he just evilly snickered to himself.

"What are you doing?" He asked stuffing his face with food.

"Taking my hair down so that I can get a new hairstyle today." I replied, glancing at him.

"Already? I liked the braids. I thought they were nice." He gave his opinion.

"Me too, but I just kinda got tired of them. Plus they won't match my Halloween costume outfits anyways." I shrug.

"What are you going to get next?" He asked as his eyes were focused on the tv as he ate.

"I'm thinking about doing something outside the box. I haven't really decided yet." I pursed my lips, thinking of all my options of hairstyles.

"Whatever it is I'm sure it'll look nice on you. I like your outfit today, by the way."

"Awe. thank you, baby." I smiled at him as he shot me a wink.

He continued to eat as I took my hair down while we both watched "ATL" this morning. I wasn't really paying attention to the time until it dawned on me that it was well past 9 in the morning, which is when Marshall would have been at work. Actually, he would've been left since it's almost a 30 minute drive not including traffic.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked him perplexed.

"I'm not going in the rest of the week. Me and the guys are working from my home studio." He replied nonchalantly.

"Is it because of what happened?... You know I never want to get in the way of your work." I say uneasily.

"Sadé, you're not getting in the way of anything. Me and the guys are working in my studio because we don't want issues with Skylar. Not because of you. Although, if we really wanted to, we could go in today because she's not even there. She's in the hospital right now because they've gotta fix her nose or something the guys told me last night. I honestly don't care." He grumbled the last part not wanting to talk about her.

"Do you think your friends don't like me anymore?" I asked now feeling self conscious.

I lost my temper yesterday, and I know his friends mean a lot to him. Don't get it twisted, I don't regret anything I did. At all. I was just worried that maybe they'll think differently of me now or think I'm not good enough for him. Especially considering the whole cancer and no babies situation. He looked at me as if I had two heads when the words left my mouth.

"Aye, don't even start thinking like that. They won't think any differently about you. And if they do, I'll put those knuckleheads in their place. They aren't the type to judge anybody based off their past. Trust me." He reassured me.

"Alright."

"You going out with Hailie today, right?" He changed the subject to lighten the mood.

"Mhm. We're going to have a self care day and do some shopping for Halloween." I clarify.

"Did you still want us to wear matching costumes?" He gave me a side eye.

"Yes!" I confirmed.

"Ight, fine. There's a Halloween party for the label tomorrow and Naunie is having one the day of. So you can pick which one you want us to match for."  He explained.

"Hmmmm, how about we do both?" I ask although it was more of a statement rather than a question.

He thought it over for a few seconds before smirking at me.

"Alright, both. BUT, I get to choose one of the costumes." He made himself clear.

"Yay, okay! I'll pick ours for the label party tomorrow then, and you can pick one for Denaun's." I do a small happy dance in my seated position on the floor, happy that I got my way.

"Don't pick anything crazy, now. You know I'm 50." He deadpanned.

I'm definitely going to pick something crazy I thought to myself.

"Oh, whatever! Go take a shower now. You're getting sweat everywhere." I playfully push him away, ending the conversation.

He grabbed both out plates, putting them in the dishwasher before jogging upstairs to the shower. I finish taking my hair down and watch the movie alone, waiting for Hailie to arrive so that we can get day started.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile, Later At The House

It's been a couple of hours since Sadé & Hailie left to hangout, and I was down in the studio at my home with all the guys. It was me, Denaun, Boogie, Ryan, Bizarre, Kuniva, and Swifty. We were all just chillin' in the studio making some music and chopping it up.

I was in the middle of producing a beat that Royce was rapping over when my phone rang. I silenced it, not thinking much of it. It wasn't until whoever it was rang me for a second time that I decided to answer it. I swiftly left the room, going into the hallway to have some privacy.

"Hello?" I answered not taking the time to check the caller ID.

"Marshall we need to talk; About a few things." Paul spit into the phone, not even greeting me.

"Is this really important right now? I'm in the middle of something." I huffed not wanting to be bothered today.

"Yes! We just got a huge update and possibly a lead in Investigation Myers." He told me, making my ears perk up.

Oh, now we're talking. About fucking time.

"What's up? What did you find?" I frantically ask into the phone.

"We just got an anonymous tip from someone via email, Marshall. I'll send you over a picture of it right now. Check your messages."

A few seconds later I received an attachment from Paul in text messages. It was a picture of an email that read:

"To whom this may concern,

Be careful. I managed to stop Sadé Myers' nudes from leaking to the media. They don't play fair, they get even.

- Anonymous."

What the actual fuck? Is this some sort of sick game? Her nudes? Someone has my girls fucking nudes?! Are you kidding me?! I didn't know weather I wanted to thank whoever this was for putting a stop to that shit or if I wanted to punch him in the fucking throat for knowing more information than they seem to be putting out.

"Marshall, are you still there?" Paul snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yea, man. What the fuck is this bullshit?! Why are they playing games like this is some sort of fucking joke?" I yell into the phone.

"Marshall, this is very much real life and real people that are invol- "

"NO SHIT! SOME FUCKER HAS MY GIRLFRIENDS NUDES." I reply to him stating the obvious.

"Calm down! The good thing is that it wasn't leaked, and no one was able to have a field day with it." He sighed.

"Better not have been or else I would've hunted that little fucker down and killed 'em myself." I grumble.

"Look, you're missing some of the important points here. The first one being is that it's not one person, Marshall. It's a group. Maybe two, maybe three, maybe more. Who the hell knows, but it's not just one person doing this. And that leads me to believe that maybe it's more than one account. Or maybe it's multiple people on one account. I don't know. But whoever "they" are will be dealt with soon enough."

"You're damn right whoever "THEY" are will be dealt with. Because as soon as I find out who the fuck "they" are I'm coming for their necks. Nobody fucks with my girl. Sadé has the kindest soul on this earth, and I know for a fact she's never crossed anyone." I respond, my voice laced with venom.

"Just listen, will you? Maybe we can get some more information out of whoever sent this email or trace it back where it came from. Until then, make sure she doesn't go anywhere without security. We don't know what these people are capable of or who they are. They're taking this smear campaign to whole new levels, doing anything to try to ruin her reputation." He explained to me.

I had calmed myself down a little while he was talking, listening to what he was saying. I can't let my anger get the best of me when it comes to her.

"Have you talked to Jordyn about this?" I breathe heavily.

"She's the one who sent me the email. They sent it to her and she forwarded it to me. They know we're onto them, and still don't care. We've gotta keep this low, between the three of us only." He reiterated.

"Ight. No problem. Is that all?"

"No, we need to talk about the mess that happened between Sadé and Skylar yesterday. What was all that about?! Skylar said Sadé just attacked her for no reason!" He exclaimed.

"Do you really believe that, Paul? That she would just attack her for no reason at all?" I stupidly ask him.

"Well, I don't know what to believe Marshall. I've known Skylar for years - Decades even. You need to fix this mess."

"Are you dumb? Boogie literally told us both what happened when we ran out to see what was going on! She's lying to you. She wasn't attacked. She got a warning then received the ass beating she was promised for disrespecting my lady, and airing out her business. There's nothing to talk about or nothing for me to fix. She was already dealt with accordingly. Now what you can do, is take her off the schedule for any recording time until I say so. Until she learns some respect, she's suspended." I ended the call.

As far as that slut Skylar goes, she ain't welcome in the studio anymore. If she's wants to continue to be disrespectful to my relationship she can, but she won't be allowed to record any songs or work with me. So until she can respect me, Sadé, and our relationship, she's suspended until further notice. That's her fault and her doings.

And as far as Investigation Myers goes, this is some bullshit, dawg. I don't like the fact that someone has my girls nudes at the palm of their hands. They're probably over there wishing they had her in real life, jerking off to the shit with their sick minds. Too bad they don't because she's mine. I swear as soon as I find out whoever is behind this shit, I'm getting all type of revenge.

I ran my hand over my face, feeling stressed out and upset. I went back into the studio, getting back to work. I channeled all that shit into my music and work.

— Some Time Later

It was around 4 when I heard someone moving around upstairs after I had just came from the bathroom. I figured it might be Sadé, but she didn't let me know she was home yet so I went up there to make sure everything was safe and good regardless. I quietly walked through the hallway, making my way to where the living room was at. I didn't see anyone there so I began making my way to the kitchen next, where I heard shuffling.

"YO." I yelled out to see if anyone was there.

I saw someone with long blonde hair in my kitchen, their back turned to me. Who the hell?

"Hi, love!" Sadé greeted me, revealing it was in fact her the entire time.

"What the hell, girl? You almost gave me a heart attack." I clutched my chest.

"Sorry." She giggled, seemingly amused by my fear.

"When did you get back, and why is your hair blonde?!" I look at her with wide eyes.

"Like 45 minutes ago. I didn't want to disturb you." She shrugged, wrapping her arms around my torso, giving me a hug that I returned.

"And the blonde hair?" I asked as I ran my fingers through it as we stayed embraced.

She had long blonde hair with bangs. It was cute on her, I won't lie. It just wasn't something I expected when she said she was getting a new hairstyle.

"Oh, it's a wig. Do you like it? It'll match our costumes for tomorrow really well. And it's really cute in general if I do say so myself." She smirked, stopping herself from laughing.

"I thought you bleached your hair for a second there." I let out a breath, "It looks good on you. I like it." I smirked down at her, giving her a kiss on the lips.

"Mmmm." I moaned into the kiss before pulling back, "So what are we wearing tomorrow?" I asked as I grabbed her hands, looking at her freshly done nails.

They were long like she normally has them, and all black with some glitter designs and crystals. I love how she gets her nails done. I think it's very feminine of her; and I also love how they feel on my body whenever she scratches my beard or I make her dig her nails in my back, leaving marks...

I looked back down at her with lust filled eyes as she spoke to me in that soft spoken voice of hers.

"You'll see, it's a surprise. I think you'll like it though." She answered.

I didn't reply, instead I just kissed her again dominantly. My lust was taking over me as I grabbed handfuls of her ass, deepening the kiss. She moaned into my mouth, making my dick harden.

Man, I wanted her bad. I couldn't do anything though because she still didn't give me the okay to get any action yet. She was sticking to her guns, but I was about to start doing any and everything at this point to make her break. I wanted her bad. I needed her.

"Marshall." She whimpered.

I knew she wanted me too. Yea, say my name, baby, I thought to myself.

"Shhh." I quieted her.

The boys were still here. Even though they were in the studio, the most sound proof room in the house where no noise could escape or enter, I didn't want any of them to see or hear my girl like this in case they left the room. That was only for me to see and hear.

"Marshall. Not right now." She said to me in my ear.

I looked her up and down, licking my lips. Oh, not right now? So later? So I'm officially out the doghouse? All these questions races my brain, making me excited.

"Don't look at me like that, not later either." She told me as if she could read my mind, "I'm cooking right now."

Damn. So close.

"What are you making?" I slapped her butt as she walked away to the counter and stove.

"I'm making some baked macaroni and cheese and hot honey chicken tenders for everyone." She answered as she put the cheesy noodles in the oven.

"You know you don't gotta cook for them assholes, right? They'll be fine starving." I roll my eyes.

"Marshall, be nice!" She slapped my arm.

"Whattt? I'm just saying." I smacked my lips.

"They can't just starve. Y'all have been working hard all day." She pointed out.

"Okay? They can eat someone else's food. Why's it gotta be food my girl made?" I grumbled.

"Are you jealous?" She figured out with amusement written all over her face and in her voice.

"No. I ain't jealous that my lady is cooking for other men." I puffed, lying my ass off.

"Awe, you are! That's cute." She teased, making my face go red as she looked at me through her lashes.

"Man, whatever... Don't tell nobody." I let out sheepishly.

"Your secret is safe with me, love. I'll let you know when the food is ready." She giggled before resuming her cooking, forcing me to leave her alone. I went back to the guys in the studio.

"Yo, what took so long? You and Sadé getting it on or something?" Swifty joked, casusing the other guys to snicker.

"Shut the hell up, dawg." I glared at him, "She's making you assholes dinner."

"Oh, word!" Bizarre got excited, rubbing his big belly.

"Yo, Bizarre, you better not eat up all the food, man. Remember that one time on tour when you ate the whole buffet?" Denaun recalled.

"Yoooo, that was wild! Your fat ass kept making the cooks make more." I laughed.

"Leave me alone. They knew I was coming through and didn't make it all you can eat. That's not my fault." He defended himself.

"Yea, Ight... FAT ASS." Kuniva yelled out.

We all continued to talk until Sadé called us all up for dinner.

Sadé's POV:

I had just called all the guys and Marshall up for dinner so that they could eat. I had made some baked macaroni and cheese along with some hot honey chicken tenders and steamed broccoli in the side.

The guys were all sat down at the dining table stuffing their faces, conversing with one another. I decided to give them their bro time, guy time, whatever you call it, alone. I didn't want to intrude to their time spent together so I ate my food at the kitchen island, FaceTiming Bama. We were in the middle of talking about something when all the guys shouted at me.

"THANK YOUUU." They all said in unison, making Bama and I laugh.

"YEA. THANK YOU, BEAUTIFUL." Marshall said separately.

"THIS IS BUSSIN'" Boogie hollered.

"You're welcome!" I replied, laughing as I yelled back.

These guys are something else. I continued to eat and talk to Bama on the phone until I was done. I cleaned my dish before heading upstairs.

I went into one of the lounge rooms, sitting on the couch. I went through all my shopping bags, sorting out the Halloween decorations I had brought to decorate Marshall's house, and the candy that I had gotten to pass out to all the kids and trick or treaters in the neighborhood of Rochester Hills. I think I might've gone just a tad bit overboard with the huge amount of candy and decor I had gotten, but it'll be alright. Marshall said he would help me set up the decorations later once everyone left so I simply read my book in the meantime.

— A Little Bit Later

Marshall and I were out in the cold setting up decorations at 7 O'clock. I had a hoodie on with the hood over my head as I shivered.

"You know you can go inside, right? I got it." He looked over at me as he was on the ladder lining the trimming of the home in orange lights.

"Nooo, I want to help. It's more when when we both do it." I pouted.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you when your toes and fingers go numb. I told you to put on a coat." He lectured me.

I rolled my eyes at his words. Gosh, I swear he acted like somebody's daddy sometimes. Before we came out here he told me to go change and put on a coat instead of wearing a hoodie and my Ugg slides because it was really cold. I told him I would be fine, but he only repeated himself. Of course, my stubbornness meant that I didn't listen to him. I mean, he was wearing a sweatshirt too! However, he told me it wasn't the same because "He's a man, and they don't get cold easily." I called cap, but I would soon be regretting it because he was right. I should've worn a coat and some socks with my slides like he insisted because it was super cold.

I watched as he finished up the trimming on the home, looking very sexy as he did so.

Once he was done and climbed back down, he looked at me before shaking his head. He pulled his sweatshirt off, leaving his top half in nothing but a shirt with an album cover on it.

"Wear it. I can literally see you shaking. You're so stubborn." He pulled the warm, thick, fabric over me.

It hung loosely over my body since it was so big compared to my petite frame. It still had his body warmth radiating on it, making me feel a lot warmer than I did before. And it smelled good like him too.

"Thank you." I involuntarily cheesed as I thanked him for his kind gesture.

"You're welcome, pretty girl." He replied go over to set up some more decorations.

I started sticking large fake spiders on the exterior of the house while he set up a huge fake spider web. We continued to decorate the house together in the cold with spooky decorations. We had finished up the house and were now working on the yard.

Everything was going well until Marshall called my name.

"Sadé! What is this?" He he asked suspiciously as he started building the really big decoration that I was the most excited for.

"It's a scary witch lady beating someone up with a piece of wood." I told him innocently.

I didn't see what the big deal was. Why was he looking at me like I was crazy?

"You don't think this will scare the kids?" He proclaimed with emphasis.

"I mean, yes... Isn't that the point of Halloween?" I asked him dumbfounded.

He looked at me adorably for a few moments before laughing his butt off.

"What so funny?" I questioned him, but he continued to laugh at me.

"I can't with you!" He laughed, "This is going to scare one of those little kids shitless." He shook his head

"It's not a good time if at least one of 'em don't run home crying to their momma." I shot back wittyly.

This only caused him to laugh even more, tears forming in his eyes. It took him a minute before he was able to compose himself so that he could finish setting up the scary lady while I helped where I could; Although, he did most of the heavy lifting.