Chapter 63 - Let Me Be Your Protector

A/N: This chapter contains themes of intimacy.

Sadé's POV:

— Friday, November 4th, Detroit

It was a new day in what was now like a second home to me. I hadn't unpacked anything last night because I was just so tired. So when I had woken up today, I had decided that I would simply spend all day unpacking & handing business. Marshall had been so sweet and made space for me in his closet/bedroom or wherever else I needed it. I had already gotten all of my other belongings situated with the help of Marshall. It wasn't anything crazy, just some clothes, my computer, hygiene products, necessities, and anything else I had bring with me in my suitcases; All the other stuff was in storage back in Chicago.

So here I was putting away clothes & accessories in my dedicated space in his closet. I was minding my business, listening to music by Chlöe Bailey with my airpods in. Marshall was supposed to be in his studio producing beats according to what he told me, but I felt his presence behind me.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile In His Home Studio

I was sat up in my home studio, producing beats, lost in my own world. I had helped Sadé here and there to unpack wherever she needed it, but at the end of the day I still had a job to do. I am still a rapper and am still making an album at the moment. I was working, but I did also have some thoughts lingering in the back of my head that I couldn't shake.

The first being Sadé quitting social media. I tried talking to her about it a handful of times, even suggesting maybe she should think about simply taking a break first, but that was no use. Her stubbornness paired with all the emotions she's feeling, there wasn't any changing her mind. At least not right now. Once she has a thought in her mind, she's dead set on it. I mean, I don't blame her.

I wasn't going to push her boundaries or force her to do something she doesn't want to do, but I did want to at least try to maybe change her mind. I know that this is her passion. It's her safe space like how rapping and making music for the world/myself is mines. It's how she expresses herself and her emotions in a positive manner. It's her outlet. I didn't want her to feel like she couldn't do that anymore because the world did her dirty. She should be able to say fuck them and do as she's pleases like the strong, sexy, independent woman she is.

So... I came up with the idea to create a little room for her in my home. I have a few spare rooms that I don't use that are just taking up space. I wanted to do something nice for her, pull her out her funk, and give her some inspiration. Whether she uses it or not is up to her discretion, but maybe she'll be able to feel safe there and be comfortable enough to do what makes her the happiest. Anyways, my plan was to transform it into this little filming room/office space for her. Somewhere where she can film her videos, take pictures, work, and design her fashion pieces that she's too shy to tell me about (but I've seen them, and she's really talented).

I know I'm a very private man, and I don't necessarily like the whole cameras or all that shit. Especially not in my house. However, that's why I'm also creating the room. Because then she doesn't have to worry about not being able to do her work that does involve cameras, and pictures, or things of that nature. Plus, nobody will ever know where she's at, and neither of our privacy is violated. So it's a win win situation.

The other thought was about Investigation Myers... I knew I needed to tell her. It was only a matter of time before she found out from the actual investigation that was now going on if I didn't tell her my self. That would've been way worse. This whole thing kinda blew up in my damn face so I couldn't keep putting it off.

I was genuinely scared to tell her. I had no clue how she would react, and I don't think I wanted to know... She was a wild card sometimes. I didn't want her to be upset at me. And I definitely didn't want to hurt her feelings for not being truthful. I had to do it though. I have to tell her.

I took my headphones off, pausing my work for the day. I checked the time, seeing it was way past 5 in the evening; It was way later than I had anticipated. Okay... Looks like I'm about to do this. Right now. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst. I was full on ready for this to go one of two ways: For Sae to yell at me like no tomorrow and give me the silent treatment, or for Sae to be ready to demolish Karinna. Either way it goes, she was going to be absolutely pissed.

I got up from my seat, walking around the house to find Sadé. I walked through the bedroom, seeing the door to the closet was open. I walked inside to see Sae organizing her shoes and purses. She was dressed in nothing, but some tight ass pajamas. It was this cute little two piece short set that was pink.

Her back was facing me so I took a moment to scan over her body. My eyes lingered on her backside, her cheeks peeking out the bottom of the shorts. I was getting turned on by the second. It's been a few days since we were last intimate because of all the chaos so it really wasn't hard for me to want to take her right here, right now. It never was if I'm being honest. She's always done unexplainable things to me.

I gained my composure though, remembering the main reason why I came in here in the first place. Sadé must've felt my presence because she turned around, giving me a welcoming smile. I walked over to her, picking her up by her thighs and sitting her on one of the counters on the closet. The unexpected action caused her to take in a small amount of air, gasping in surprise.

"What's up with you, sir?" She asked in a seemingly good mood.

Man, I really didn't want to do this. I didn't want to ruin her peace that she was feeling right now.

"I need to talk to you about something, Sae." I nervously said, feeling my throat go dry.

"What?" She asked frowning, sensing the tension between us.

"Uhhh..." I took a deep breath, "I haven't been completely honest with you." I let out.

Her face fell into one that showed zero emotion and she lifted her leg, using her foot to gently push me away from her. Shit. She probably thinks I'm fucking cheating on her or something.

"No, no, no. It's not like that! I swear to you, baby, it's not like that." I quickly tried to fix the issue from going south.

"Then what?." She replied with zero emotion in her tone as well.

She crossed her arms, no longer in her happy mood. She still held her leg out, preventing me from closing the distance between us. She didn't want me stepping an inch towards her. She was pissed. I could sense it in her body language.

"Don't be mad at me, bu-"

"It's already too late for that. What do you need to tell me? Stop stalling." She grumbled, anger now evident in her voice.

"Look, baby. You know the account that leaked your address? The one that's been harassing you for months?" She slowly shook her head yes, "Well... oh, shit. Ight, I may or may not have been looking into it." I told her.

"Looking into it how? And why?" She scanned my body, studying my body language to see if I was being truthful or not.

"So it was my idea to try to get the account taken down because it was bullying you, and I saw how that was affecting you mentally and emotionally. I just wanted to protect you! So I went to Paul and got him to look into it for me. Then Jordyn came along and helped. The- "

"JORDYN KNEW ABOUT THIS TOO AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!" She started screaming.

Okay, maybe I could've left that part out. Maybe I shouldn't have thrown her under the bus. But I wanted to be completely transparent because lord knows if I wasn't, she would've been coming for my neck.

"Baby, calm down! She was just trying to look out for you. You know she wouldn't dare cross you like that." I quickly butted in.

"I know, but she still ain't tell me. I don't like that." She looked at me upset.

"That's not all though..." I gave a nervous laugh.

"Marshall, I swear to God if you tell me some bullshit right now. Don't think I won't knock your fucking head off, sweetheart. You better not have done some grimy shit." She warned me.

Well, thankfully I didn't. This little lady was starting to put the fear of God in me with her temper.

"I didn't. Trust me, I didn't. What I wanted to say was that we had started this thing where we tried to find out who ran the account. We were stumped for the longest time, but started to go through a few people and a few pieces of evidence that we seen, which alarmed us. It was drawn to our conclusion that the person running the account is... Karinna." I looked at her, seeing what was going to running through her mind.

"Karinna?" She scratched her head, not remembering who she was.

"The woman you met at the photoshoot... My assistant that I used to fuck." I jogged her memory.

"Oh. Her." She deadpanned.

"Yea..."

"And why would she hate me so much? I've done nothing to her. I've never even held a conversation with her."

"Because. Sadé, I fucked up. Not like that, but I fucked up before I met you. You know by this point that I used to be a player before I met you. I was fucking different women left and right. Some caught feelings, like her. She couldn't handle the fact that I didn't want to be with her and it was this whole thing. I- She tried to move things to the next level and I completely shot her down. We got into an argument and it got pretty heated. I couldn't control my anger and I told her some things that you would never approve of and would think are pretty horrible, and I blurted out the fact that I wanted you, saying you're name. She went mad, and told me I would regret it." I truthfully admitted.

She didn't say anything. She was silent and still distancing us. She just looked at me: A blank stare.

"And I think what really sent her over the edge was when I fucked her one last time the night before you arrived when you stayed over for the very first time. I never did it again though..." I grimaced at myself.

Silence. Straight silence. Yea... maybe I shouldn't have added insult to injury.

"Sadé?" I tried to get her to say something - Anything.

Silence.

"Baby... I know you're probably so angry with me, and I'm so sorry. I just wanted to protect you at all costs. I should've never even continued to have sexual relations with her after the altercation. I should've kept my dick in my pants. I am so so sorry." I apologized to her.

More silence.

I realized when I was actually saying everything aloud how fucked up it really was. Not the part about me protecting her and looking into the account, but the part about me literally fucking a whole other woman the very night before she flew in. Granted we weren't dating, weren't taking things slow, and were both very single, but I still very obviously had a crush on her unbeknownst to myself. So for me to do that was grimy in a way.

And now, I was kind of scared of how she would react because she already gave me a warning, already yelled at me, and is already very obviously upset. I mean she literally has her leg held out distancing me from even getting close to her, and she's eerily quiet. I know that when she doesn't say anything she's either hurt or angry. I bit my lip nervously as I placed my hand over my mouth.

After a few seconds of uncertainty and uncomfortable silence I saw her facial expression change, seeing she was processing everything I told her. She dropped her foot, letting it dangle off the counter with her other leg. She rolled rolled her eyes, huffing out in annoyance.

"Marshall..." She face palmed herself, "I'm not mad at you. We weren't even dating and didn't know each other all that well back then. So I can't be mad at you for living your best single life before you met me. I'm just frustrated right now. Stop blaming yourself because it's not your fault." She looked back at me.

"But it is though. If I would've just ne- " I started to say, but she interrupted me.

"Love, be quiet. I said it's not your fault." She told me asserting her dominance.

I pursed my lips, doing as I was told. I didn't say a word and let her talk.

"I'm not mad about what you did. As long as you treated me right when we were doing what we did and currently, right now, that's all I care about. And you do. Very much. Yes, I wish you would've been honest with me from the very beginning, but I understand why you did it. You have good intentions and a pure heart. You're not to blame for someone else actions. That's not how that works. She was the one who decided to be weird and make an entire fake page just to bully me. My beef isn't with you, love." She told me sincerely.

I'm so glad she wasn't angry with me. I didn't want to end up in the doghouse again. I took a step toward her, checking to see if she was okay with that. When she didn't try to stop me this time, I closed the gap between us entirely, smothering her with a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist, while her hands rested on my lower stomach.

"So now what?..." I ask sheepishly.

"Oh! Don't think I ain't mad, baby, because I am. I'm furious with little miss assistant. She's the cause of many sleepless nights, nights where I cried myself to sleep, moments of weakness, and times where I wanted to fall back into old habits. She better not think she's safe just because she works for you. She better watch her mother fucking back like a hawk. If I don't get her, I know people who will.  She doesn't know me from a can of paint, honey. I will get my lick back one way or another." She hissed.

She didn't have to tell me twice. I already knew once she crossed Sae & she found out, there was no going back. I still didn't want her to be stressed out or worried about it though. She's already been through more than enough. I just wanted her to let me handle it; Let me protect her like a man. She doesn't need to be out here, putting her little pretty self in harms way. We all know she's too classy and too damn boujee for that.

I lowered my hands into her shorts, laying each one on her naked butt cheeks, rubbing them soothingly. I rested my my face in the crock of her neck, speaking lowly.

"Baby, calm down. Let me handle it. Please." I tried to convince her.

I felt her breathing hitch, my deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Marshall, she did me dirty. That's unforgivable." She sighed.

I began kissing up her sweet spot in between words that were being exchanged, seeing my action have an affect on her like I wanted them to. She just needed to calm down and relax.

"I know, Sae. I'm not telling you it's forgivable. I'm going to fire her before Monday. Just let me handle it like a man. Let me be your protector. She ain't gonna be able to hurt you anymore." I said huskily.

I left hickies on her neck. Her hands started to rub up on my stomach and chest as she breathed heavily. 

"But- "

"Shhh. No buts. Relax. Stop stressing, baby." I whispered in her ear.

I tangled one of my hands in her hair, pulling her closer to me. I smashed my lips onto hers, kissing her fondly - full of emotion and lust. I felt her body melt into mines and relax as she kissed me back.

Damn, I think this girl was slowly making me fall in love with her each day. I swear it's like she came out of nowhere. She's like my guilty pleasure that I can't give up. I keep coming back for more.

I was so turned on and infatuated by her. Ever since I came into the closet and seen her in this sexy ass little outfit she deemed as pajamas, I've been brick hard. Even while we were arguing, that entire time was bricked up. And the way her voice is so soft like butter, and even when she's mad she still manages to sound so soft spoken is crazy hot. Her soft skin the color of dark brown sugar, her face and body a natural beauty. Goddamn. And the way she always smells so good like caramel and vanilla drives me insane. I swear she caters to every single one of my senses, dawg.

She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and she took my hat off my head. It was getting heated. I could tell she was hot and bothered by how she wrapped her legs around me to ease the friction as our privates were practically touching with the exception of clothes. I ran my other hand that wasn't tangled in her hair down to her womanhood. She wasn't wearing any panties so it was easy access. She was already so wet for me.

"Let me be your protector, pretty girl. Let me ease your stress." I said in between kisses.

"Fine." She finally folded, giving in to letting me handle the situation.

"Good." I mumbled against her lips.

I looked into her eyes, seeing they were full of lust and admiration. I peeled her top off, exposing her perky breasts. I slipped one of her nipples into my mouth going to town, sucking on it, and swirling & flicking my tongue while I massaged the other. She let out soft noises as she ran her nails through my short hair in pleasure.

"Baby." She said, drawing in a sharp breath.

I hummed around her before I switched sides. She tugged on my shirt, signaling that she wanted it off. I teased her just a little bit longer before moving to take my shirt off along with the rest of my clothes. She discarded her shorts, both of us fully undressed in front of each other.

I kissed her again, grabbing my dick in my hand as I lined myself up with her entrance. We both let out moans of relief and delight, seeing as it's been a few days since having sex with one another or even touching each other. I pushed my entire length into her entirely, making her let out a whimper. I gave her a few seconds to adjust as I stretched her out, her warm and gushy insides feeling absolutely amazing around me. When I saw that she was ready, I started to absolutely pound into her, having no mercy.

She was still sat on the counter, slightly leaned back as her hands held her upright. One of her legs was dangling off the counter while I held the other one in my hands, lifting it up. My other hand gripped her hip, which was meeting my every thrust as she fucked me back.

"Oh my god, Marshall." She whined.

"Yea, say my fucking name, baby." I slammed into her even harder.

"Mmm, Marshall!" She moaned out even louder than before.

"You like it when I talk to you dirty, don't you?" I teased her, making her cheeks flush.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I grunted, looking at her intensely probably scaring the absolute shit out of her, but I know she fucking loves it forreal.

"Yes, Marshall! Yes, yes, yes. OH FUCK." She screamed.

Damn she's so fucking hot without even trying. She's so fucking alluring. And her voice is sexy as fuck. I looked down where our bodies intersected as I thrusted in and out of her. Just looking at how I pulled out then slammed back into that pretty pussy of hers turned me on even more. It sent chills down my body.

"Whose pretty pussy is this, baby?" I asked as I watched myself fuck her.

"It's yours. It's all yours, Marshall." She panted seductively.

"And whose my fucking dick belong to, huh?"

I moaned as I licked my lips, feeling myself become close. I could feel her become wetter by the second like an ocean. She was close too.

"Me, baby. Your huge dick belongs to me, baby." She purred in my ear as she grabbed my jaw, forcing my face to her meet hers as she looked into my eyes.

We never broke eye contact from here on out.

"Fuck yea it does, Sae!" I groaned back in her ear deeply.

I continued to fuck her senseless, talking dirty to her while she moaned like crazy. She eventually spilled her juices around me, her walls pulsating as she did so. The additional pleasure forced me to explode my load inside of her, my cock twitching in the process.

Sadé's POV:

— Later, In The Middle Of The Night

I had stayed up late, not being able to sleep. It was some time past 11-ish and I had woken up, not being able to sleep so I started doing business things. Marshall was asleep in the bedroom while I was in his office in front of my laptop. I had just gotten off the phone with Jordyn, getting my address changed to Marshalls for the meantime. I still had ongoing PR packages that need to be sent out to me and brand deals that I had to finish. I couldn't just abandon them even though I highly wanted to. My plan was to just finish up these deals to completion then quit. I wasn't going to pick up anymore deals or promote anything else afterwards. I was just going to fall back from the media completely, and focus on my brand entirely.

I didn't mention to Jo that Marshall had told me about them working on that account because honestly I just didn't care enough about it at this point. There was no malicious intent from any of them on their ends so it would've been pointless to even bring it up. Even though I was angry at ole girl, the assistant, for what she did, it was neither here nor there. Marshall reassured me that he would handle it, and I trust him. He's my man so whatever he says he's going to handle, Ima let him handle. It's not something I need to stress about.

I had my reading glasses on, typing out an email for something in the dark. The only thing lighting up the room was the light from my computer. I was paying no mind, focused on my work, when I felt Marshall kiss up on my neck. I didn't even hear him enter the room.

"I thought you were sleep?" I asked him puzzled.

"I was. But then I got cold and realized it's because you weren't in bed." His deep, sleepy voice rumbled in my ears.

"I'll be back there in a minute. I promise." I told him, still focused on the screen in front of me.

"Come now."

"I'm almost done." I tried to protest, but he wasn't having it.

"Sadé, it's late. Stop working." He told me tiredly.

"Mar- " I began to say, but he closed my laptop and turned the chair around so that I could face him.

"I want you in bed with me. It's not up for debate." He grumbled, lazily kissing me.

He picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the bedroom down the hall. He laid me down on the bed, before laying down next to me. He put the covers over our bodies, spooning me. I almost instantly fell back asleep, when his friend started to poke me in the back. He started kissing up my arms too. I guess we're having another round before going to bed.