Chapter 79 - My Spoiled, Boujee Lady

A/N Warning: That chapter contains themes of intimacy.

A/N: the caption in that photo is f'ing hilarious 🤣. Ight, that's it. Enjoy the chapter 🤎.

Sadé's POV:

— November 25th, Black Friday

I had woken up before Marshall this morning and had already gotten dressed & ready for my day. I opted for something simple and minimal: An overdosed black hoodie, black thigh high heeled boots, my black Prada purse, a double "c" Chanel necklace, my signature bracelets, and some stud earrings. Simple yet cute. I had taken my hair out of the bun, letting my curls do it's thang, my face made up in its usual makeup routine.

I came back from the closet into the bedroom after I made sure I looked good in the mirror, and Marshall was still sleep. I had woken him up earlier, and he said he was still tired and to let him sleep in, but he'd for sure be up by the time I was done getting ready. Well that was a little less than two hours ago, and this man is still knocked out, snoring and all. I glared at his sleeping body, checking the time on my phone. 11:58am.

Hailie, Alaina, Stevie, and myself had planned to go Black Friday shopping at around noon... So now. I had told Marshall of our plans last night, and he had said that he wanted to tag along because he wanted to "spend some time with some of his favorite ladies" today. So he was full on aware of what time he needed to be ready. Yet here he was, in the bed with the blanket covering half of his body, his bed head a mess, laying on his stomach, snoring like someone's beating him up.

And on top of that, we needed to get going soon before traffic really kicks in and the crowd gets huge. We are in Chicago after all; It's not exactly a lowkey city to just chill and walk around a mall if you don't want to be spotted. I had to call up a few stores that I'd knew we'd most likely go to, and ask them to momentarily shut it down while we shopped in peace once we entered them. So time was definitely of the essence.

I walked over to where his sleeping body was, taking my shoes off before I got into the bed. I sat on stop of him, straddling his backside. My hands were massaging his toned muscles sensually.

"MarMar, you need to wake up." I told him softly.

"Mhmm." He mumbled out incoherently.

"Love, wake up. It's already twelve, and you were been supposed have been ready." I tried again, continuing rubbing my hands over his back.

I heard him let out a sigh, but not opening his eyes.

"Mmm, that feels so good. Keep doing that, baby." He let out groggily.

He was really enjoying the feelings of my hands giving him a good rubdown. He was letting out small hums of satisfaction. But he wasn't waking up. If he wasn't ready within the next hour max, I knew it'd be pointless and we'd all have to do online shopping instead. Not only that, but all of us would've been annoyed, including myself, because we all really wanted to go. I had to wake him up one way or another.

"Marshall, if you don't get up I'm going to stop giving you a massage." I announced.

"I will. I'm just tired from last night. All that food put me in a food coma, and then you started giving me my favorite dessert, and well... We all know how that goes." He said lazily, but I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Even in his sleep he can't help but be a tease. The effects this man has on me is quite insane. I needed to focus on the task at hand, which was to wake up him. Not the task in his pants.

When I heard light snores coming from him again, I paused all my movements. We needed to get going or he was going to be left behind. And I know if we left him, he would've been mad because he loves spending any chance he has, to be with his daughters. Immediately, he noticed that I had stopped and peaked open his baby blue eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked me with a yawn.

"Because you're still sleep." I said matter of factly.

I got off of him, getting ready to walk away, but he moved to lay on his backside, taking my arm and dragging me down with him. He pulled me into his body, his front pressed against my back.

"Babyyy, I just wanna cuddle you. Is that too much to ask for?" He said into my neck as he held me tight, his face nuzzled there.

"No, but you knew what the plan was. We don't have time to cuddle, MarMar. I'm sorry." I gave an amused expression from his antics.

"Please? I promise I'll make it worth while." He begged, peppering my cheeks with kisses.

He was being incredibly cute - The clinginess, cuddles, depth of his voice, and smell of his cologne from last night all combining to start making me give into him. He knows exactly what he does to me.

"Come on. Just text the girls that I woke up late from my phone. They'll understand." He whispered, his beard prickling my skin as he spoke.

I could feel his body heat radiating off of him, and it was starting to make me feel all cozy. He knew just how to woo me.

"Fine. 10 minutes, but then you need to start getting ready." I sternly told him, giving in.

I felt him smirk into my skin as I grabbed his phone. I unlocked it, already knowing his passcode because we switched a while back when we gained trust for each other. I went to his messages, going to the group chat that he had with his daughters. I typed out a message, showing him for approval before sending it out.

I sat his phone back down on the bed afterwards, getting underneath the covers with him.

"So now what?" I asked snuggled up in his arms.

"Now we just sit here while I spoon you for the next ten minutes." He replied contently.

"Okay." I replied quietly.

So that's exactly what we did. We quietly cuddled each other, him being big spoon whilst I was little spoon. He held me tight, my head resting against his chest. I was listening to the beat of his heart, the sound soothing me.

I took this time to think about what I've been feeling lately, thinking of what it could possibly be. I knew it was obviously because of him. I just... I'm not stupid. I have a degree in psychology - I know all about how the mind works and human behavior. Meaning I know about emotions in abundance. But when it came to my own, that was kind of a doozy. I just- I mean it can't be. It literally can't be. That's not how that works... Right?

Feeling myself starting to have obsessive thoughts, I decided to push the feeling aside. I was choosing not to focus on that now, or at all for that matter. I'm going to act as if that thought never even existed. It never even crossed my brain. It never even happened.

I went back to having a blank mindset after a few minutes when I heard Marshall say something, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I asked, having not paid attention the first time.

"I said what are you thinking about? You looked a little off." He repeated himself, a hint of concern lacing his voice.

"Oh, I'm alright. Was just caught up in some random stuff." I answered him nonchalantly.

I turned around to face him, giving him my full attention. He searched my brown eyes with his blue ones to see if I was telling the truth or not, which I was. After a couple of seconds, he decided for himself that I was.

"Okay." He replied, not pushing the topic.

We went back into a comfortable silence. My eyes were closed, my body relaxed. However, I could sense Marshall boring holes into my body. I could feel his stare on me, but I ignored it.

"You're so beautiful. You know that?" He randomly complimented me, making me blush involuntarily.

"Thank you." I thanked him shyly.

I opened my eyes again, and he was looking at me with a lust filled expression. He didn't respond. Instead, he looked from my lips, to my eyes, then back to my lips again. Out of nowhere, he said:

"You turn me on so fucking bad, baby. You have no idea." He admitted, his hand traveling to my ass as he gripped it hard, causing me to let out a small gasp from pure shock.

He swung one of my legs over his waist as his hands ran under my oversized hoodie, feeling every inch of my skin. His touch activated something in me. It made me want him even more, my arousal growing. I placed my hand on the side of his face, kissing him eagerly. He didn't hesitate, reciprocating the energy as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. My hands ran wild across his abs. He's definitely been working out more since I met him, I noted. I moved to sit on top of him, his raging boner teasing me. He didn't even bother to put his boxers back on after last night, just threw his sweats & t-shirt on and called it a day.

I started kissing down his neck, his breathing picking up. I moved his shirt up, him ultimately taking it off, as I kissed down his abdomen until I reached his pants. I looked over at the time, seeing we still had 3 minutes left before he needed to be up. Just enough time for me to give him a quickie. I pulled his sweatpants down, looking at him for confirmation.

"May I?" I asked, mocking his words that he'll occasionally say to me.

"Sae, I don't think we have enough time for all that. I mean what about you?" He gazed down at himself.

We definitely wouldn't have enough time to please the both of us, that was more than fine with me. He always makes sure I come first and cum first so I didn't mind missing out at all. I wanted to please him. He is my man after all.

"Don't worry about it." I confirmed.

"Are you su-" He started, but I shushed him.

And he says I ask too many questions. Hmph. I grabbed his dick, wrapping my hand around it as I licked the tip, circling it with my tongue before going down on him. He threw his head back, letting out a whimper. He had forgotten all about what it was he was going to say.

I took him in my mouth, immediately starting to deep throat him. We now only had two minutes left so I need to please him in one. His hands flew to my hair. He tangled his fingers through my curls, biting his bottom look as he watched me put in work.

"Holy fuck..." He whispered to himself.

I smirked to myself, knowing that I knew exactly what he wanted and how he liked it. I massaged his balls with my other hand as I bobbed my head up and down until he was as close. 20 seconds later, and I could see his stomach muscles fighting against him. I placed both of my palms flat against his thighs as I went all the way down, taking as much of him as I possibly could. Even after all this time, I still struggle to take all 7 to 8 inches of him.

"Oh, god. I'm so close, baby." He grunted out as he placed both his hands behind his head, watching me in all my glory.

His face was flushed red, his mouth slightly agape as he panted out breathlessly. Then he let out a strangled groan as he let go. His sweet, milky substance flowing down my throat with ease. I sucked him off, bringing my head up afterwards. Surprisingly, none of my lipgloss smudged to his member - Shout out to Robyn Fenty for that.

When I looked back at the clock, the minute had just changed from 12:26 to 12:27, meaning his ten minutes were up. I moved over, giving him a kiss on his warm cheek. He was catching his breath, a satisfied smile on his face. He laid there for a few seconds before looking at me with a sly smile, finally getting off of the bed. He bent down to give me a kiss, telling me thanks. After, he went to the bathroom to get ready for his day at last.

— At The Mall

We had arrived at a mall named Fashion Outlets of Chicago Mall, which was actually not located in Chicago despite its name; It was located in a neighboring town. The mall was two stories, modern, and had over 170 stores to choose from inside of it, including restaurants. It was huge. I chose this mall because of its variety of places to shop and because I knew Hailie, Stevie, and Alaina would absolutely love it. It was definitely giving rich & expensive yet calm because of its vibes.

Marshall had actually driven us here because he's such a car guy. He loves driving and all things cars so any chance he gets to be in the drivers seat, he takes it. Security wasn't too far behind us, only three of them being here with us today. We had all gotten out of the car after Marshall threw it in park, security immediately coming over. They went over the run down of if we get slit up, what security would be assigned to whom, blah blah blah - The usual security talk.

We entered the mall, noticing that there was a decent amount of shoppers. Not too many, but not too little neither. I walked beside Marshall, who had his hat down & hood up as per usual.

"You gonna be alright?" I asked him, noticing his change in demeanor now that he was in public.

He put on his blank expression, not letting a smile or even tug of the lips peak through. He was stand-offish, and seemingly unfriendly. That's how he appeared to anyone else anyways, I knew it was just how he carried himself around others, and how he maintained his reputation so I really didn't care to have a problem with it. I just wanted to make sure that he was alright with even being in a public setting in the first place despite us having security, and him choosing to be here.

"Yea, I'm good. Just don't want to draw any attention our way so that I can enjoy my time. That's all." He replied.

Understandable. Security was dressed in regular clothing as well, which was helpful. It was so that they wouldn't make themselves obvious that they were in fact security, protecting a high profile celebrity and his family along with his high profile internet girlfriend. So to the regular crowd, we were one of them. Just a big group of people, shopping the Black Friday sales.

Understandable." I replied.

We all continued to walk until we made it to our first store, Hot Topic. It was a store Stevie really wanted to hit up so that was our first stop of many for the day.

It was while later, 3:41pm, and we had already shopped at quite a few stores. We had made stops at Chanel, Prada, Gucci, Old Navy, Saint Laurent, Nordstrom, Sephora, Lululemon and a few others. We were now currently going to some of the places Marshall wanted to visit like the Nike store and Calvin Klein. He really didn't care to shop & spend money like the rest of us, but he had bought a few things. Not nearly as much or expensive as us though.

We entered the Foot Locker so that Marshall could go sneaker shopping to add to his collection in his room back in Detroit. We had the store all to ourselves, it being closed for the time being. Me and Alaina were sat down on one of the benches while the others looked around at the shoes and some of the clothing items they had displayed on the sales floor.

"So have you thought about Christmas yet? Do you know what you're going to buy dad?" She changed the subject, keeping the conversation moving along.

"Nooo. It hasn't even crossed my mind." I groaned, "I wouldn't even know what to get him to begin with. I mean, what do you buy a man that literally has enough money to get whatever he wants whenever he wants? He already has everything he could possibly dream of!" I let out a stressed sigh, placing my hand over my forehead.

"That's true, but he really values things more when it comes from someone he cares about, regardless of what it is." She gave me advice.

"I suppose. But I feel like I went all out for his birthday, and can't really top that. It was very sentimental." I explained.

"I feel you. It can be like that sometimes."

"What are you going to get him?" I redirected the same question back to her.

"Oh, I don't know neither, girl. He's so difficult to shop for." She admitted, laughing, "Probably a new piece of jewelry, like a gold necklace or something. Or maybe Kangol hats in every color and style there is since that's all he seems to wear." She shrugged, causing me to snicker.

"That actually sounds pretty cool. But we all know he'd only wear the same three colors." I joked.

"Black, grey, and black." We both said in unison laughing our butts off.

—

"Yo, y'all think these shoes are hot or nah?" Marshall came over to Alaina and I, pointing to a pair of shoes in his hand.

"What shoes are they?" I curiously asked.

"The Nike Air Max 90s in Lavender." He informed me.

I reached my hand out for the shoe so both of us to get a better look at. It was different shades of grey with a pop of lavender purple in it for some color. I thought they were cute, and that he'd be able to rock them despite it having the color splash in it. He always finds a way to make it work somehow. He does have some of the best shoe game I've ever seen after all.

"Yea, I think they're hot. You'll look good in them, love." I complimented, handing him back the shoe.

"I agree. They're cool." Alaina added.

"Bet." Said Marshall.

"Hey, you should get those ones too." I suggested to him, pointing to a pair that was in front of me.

They looked unusual, not like your typical shoe. It was definitely something that belonged in a collection without the intention of being worn. The fashionista in me was drawn to it. It's like the shoe was screaming my name. I thought they were cool as hell!

He turned around to where I was pointing, looking at the shoe, then back to me with a weird look on his face.

"These?!" He exclaimed.

"Uhh, yes. They look awesome. Different." I stated.

"Mmmm... I don't know, Sae." He hesitated, staring at the shoe whilst it looked back at him.

"You could probably walk around naked in these, and they would notice these first." He joked, "It's just doin' a lot." He chuckled at its ridiculousness.

"It's just a suggestion." I shrugged nonchalantly.

He then studied them a little bit longer, looking over every inch. Then he suddenly grabbed shoe, trying to stop himself from giving me a smirk.

He walked up to a sales associate, asking if they had it in his size. I guess he took my suggestion after all. We were in there for another 30 minutes before they all decided that they found what they wanted, checking out. Hailie had a few pairs of pumas, Stevie some sweatsuits and a pair of Nikes, and Marshall had a few pairs of shoes as well.

— 5:19PM

We were down to our last store, and we had gotten split up in a previous one. It happened while we were all in Aritzia, a clothing store, almost an hour ago. I was in the fitting room trying in a pair of flared leggings when Hailie and Stevie had gotten hungry and went to the food court for a snack. Alaina tagged along with them, leaving just Marshall and I. He decided to stay back because he didn't want to leave me by myself even though I said it was fine. He told Alaina to bring him back something to snack on too, but they never even came back. They had ditched us and sat in the food court, eating Chinese food. Marshall was flabbergasted to say the least once he realized that they in fact were not bringing him back any food like he requested. I just remained amused by the whole situation, knowing they probably just wanted to give us some time by ourselves.

Anyways, because they were all the way on the other side of the mall, we decided to continue the shopping adventures on our own. We were now in Saks Fifth, and I was looking at some of the pairs of heels they had.

Marshall was sat on one of the plush couches for guests while I did my thing. Even though this wasn't his favorite activity, and he was probably ready to go and leave the mall entirely, he didn't show it. He didn't really care that we were shopping so much, to be honest. He was just happy to be there. Happy to be spending quality time with all of us while we were having a blast.

A pair of strapy heels suddenly caught my attention. The sole was a tan color accented by a silver heel. The strap that went across the toes was blinged out along with the straps for ankle support that wrapped up the legs. It had little silver butterfly jewels on it that I absolutely adored. I tried them on looking at myself in the mirror, knowing I had to cop them. I couldn't not leave this mall today without taking these babies home with me.

"You like 'em? I think you look sexy in them." Marshall spoke up, a wondering expression on his face.

"Yes, I love these. They're some of the prettiest heels I've ever seen." I replied, posing in the mirror.

"Ight then. I'll buy 'em for you." He randomly told me.

I made a baffled face, turning to look at him. I didn't need him to buy me my shoes - Or anything for that matter. I didn't want him spending his hard earned money on me. I can afford my own things. I'm an independent woman after all. Plus, I still wasn't completely comfortable with him for him to be doing that. Well it's not that I wasn't comfortable with him because I was, but more so of the fact that I never had a man spoil me the way he does. I wasn't used to it, even after all this time.

"You don't have to do that. I can pay for them myself."

"You tell me this every single time I buy you something. I know I don't have to. I want to, baby." He stated seriously.

"But- " I started but he sushed me.

"Shh. I don't wanna hear it, Sae. I'm buying them for you. You're my lady." He gave me a faint smile, "Actually, how much are they?" He impulsively asked.

I lifted my foot up to see the price at the bottom of the heel.

"$300." I simply answered, squinted my eyes at him.

"Get 'em in every color." He instructed me as if it wasn't a big deal.

I let out a short chuckle, my mouth slightly open in shock. This man cannot be serious right now. There was like ten different colors on display. Was he out of his damn mind?! I'm not letting him spend his money on me like that. I mean, I didn't even do anything to deserve it.

"MarMar, no. I'm not letting you do that. I got it." I argued back.

"Come here."

"What?" I let out a nervous giggle.

"I said come here." He repeated himself.

I walked over to him, standing in front of where he was sitting. He looked at me with this intense gaze, looking my body up and down, lingering on the heels a little longer than the rest of my body. He placed his hands on my hips before speaking.

"I'm buying them. All of them." He determined dominantly.

He finalized the conversation, not taking his eyes off of my own to make sure that I understood him clear and well. I guess that was it then. No use in putting up a fight. Ugh, he's always so good to me. Always doing something nice even when I don't ask. I loved it, and thought it was an incredible part of his personality.

"Fine. Thank you." I told him softly, scrunching up my nose to stop myself from cheesing.

"You're welcome." He gave me a peck on the lips, "Now stop being stubborn, and start getting used to it. Because you should know by now that you're my spoiled, boujee lady. Ight?" He ranted.

"Mhmm." I nodded in agreement.

I was about to step back so that I could take the shoes off to give them to the clerk so that he could buy them when he grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Wait, I wanna take a picture." He paused, pulling out his phone.

That's when he went to his camera app, hovering the phone over our legs. It was the only thing shown in the picture: His air maxes covered feet and my feet in the bedazzled heels. He snapped the picture, showing me.

"You think it's a cute photo?" He questioned.

"Yea. It's a very adorable and aesthetically pleasing picture." I gave an honest reply.

"Good because I'm posting it on my Instagram story." He shrugged, adding it his story just like he said he would.

"What do you know about Instagram stories, old man?" I joked.

"I learned a thing or two while dating a social media star." He replied equally as playful.

"Hmm, cute."

— Back At The House

We had all finally gotten home, bringing all of our shopping bags inside. I had bought a few items. Mainly purses and shoes since I wanted to recoup some of my collection that had gotten stolen after the break in. I obviously couldn't replace the limited edition items, but I replaced what I could.

Overall, today was a fantastic day. I enjoyed myself. And if I'm being honest here, I was happy to have been in Chicago again. I didn't realize how much I missed my city after being in Detroit for so long. I felt like I had reconnected to it, especially after we had taken a scenic route back to the house.

I genuinely felt like I was over what had happened, and like I could put it behind me. I obviously cannot forget what happened, but I can forgive the pain from the situation. I don't cry every time I think about what happened or have bitter hate for the city anymore. I think I'm okay now; I know I am. Now it's time that I find a new apartment, move back to Chicago, and start working on moving forward. It's time that I find myself a new place, and start a new beginning.

A/N: This is a filler chapter, but it's very important. How do y'all think Marshall is going to feel about Sadé moving back to Chicago? 👀 Let ya girl know in the comments. Love y'all - 🤎