All On Contract

Chapter Three: Meeting His Friends

Tessa's P.O.V:
It had been seven days since I came here and oh god I misse my home and Karla! My manager had come around to see me yesterday and we went over the contract again. Leroy and Paul had set up a interview for us at Shady45, where we tell everyone about our 'engagement' which we were announcing in three weeks.

Marshall had given me the tour to the rest of his house and I have to say it's a stunning place. But Marshall however didn't talk to me much or didn't really pay attention to me so I felt unwanted and awkward around him.

His mood can literally change within a blink of an eye, i'm pretty sure he's on medication but i'm not going to bother asking.

It was 9:49pm and I need some water. I walk down the steps slowly in only a pair of black shorts and a white top with white ankle socks. I couldn't find my slippers, they were in the suitcase somewhere. I still had a few unpacked bags.

It was dark, all the lights were switched off so I could barley see anything. I could hear doors opening and closing in Marshalls rooms and I could also hear him talking on the phone in his room so I was guessing he was getting ready for bed.

He was in his home studio all day so I was up in my room working on lyrics and talking to Karla. That's how our days are spent almost everyday.

I walk down the marble steps in the dark and I slip landing on my back. I quickly look up to the top of the stairs making sure he doesn't hear anything. Thank god he didn't.

I find my way towards the kitchen in pitch black. It wasn't really dark in the kitchen because of the moon light beaming through the windows. I take a bottle of water out from the fridge and drink it as I walk back up the stairs.

I walk into the foyer and someone bumps into making me scream really loud, the other person also screams and behind him I here a few more people shout and scream.

"Yo what the fuck?" I hear Marshall run down the stairs. Once he's down he switches the light on in the foyer. I was still on the floor with water spilled all over me.

"Damn...You scared the fucking shit outta me man! Look at where the fuck you goin' next time! " The man that bumped into me shouts. He doesn't bother helping me up so Marshall comes and takes out his hand for me to take. I grab it and he pulls me up without a struggle.

"Who the fuck are you?" I snap at the man that bumped into me.

"Who the fuck are you?" He shoots back.

"Fuck that. What the hell are you all doing down here!" Marshall says looking at the guys and then me.

"I needed water and when I came out, this son of a bitch bumped into me making me spill my drink." I say as I move the white wet top away from my skin.
"Man. Who the fuck is this bitch." The same guy says again.

"Fuck you. Asshole!" I say, I give him the finger and stump up the stairs. Once I slam the door to my room, I hear shouting downstairs. I change my top and lay back down in bed and switch the lamp off so l can fall asleep.

I can't believe how much of a dick he was being. I mean, he bumped into me then he spilt water on me then he calls me a bitch, that motherfucker. Who the hell was he anyway? I snap back to reality by a knocking on the door.

"Ayo!" I hear Marshall shout, he bangs on my door really hard and i'm guessing he won't stop until I open the door.

"What!" I groan as I swing the door open. It wasn't locked so I have no idea why he didn't just walk in.

"Get downstairs." He demands, I leave the door open for him to come in and walk towards the bed again.

"I don't want to." I say bluntly and lay on top of my bed since it was really hot.