Rap God (Book 2)

I'm Sorry

I closed the door behind me and looked around the dimly lit hotel suite. It was fucking huge. I could make out a kitchen area, a living room, and then a corridor leading off to what I assumed was the bedroom and bathroom. The floor was illuminated by candles and not just the floor, there were candles sitting on most surfaces giving an awfully romantic glow to the room I was in. and suddenly the nerves hit me again, wondering who would go to all this trouble. I took a shaky step further into the room, my heels sinking into the plush carpet as I made my way towards the living area, when a dark figure appeared from the corridor to my left. I paused in shock, my pulse pounding throughout my body. "I didn't think you were gonna show up" it was him.

"Marshall?" I whispered, a little in shock and partly cause my throat was so dry with nerves. "Yeah," he replied, I made out his shoulders shrug in the darkness of the corridor, but then he slowly stepped closer, into the light of the living area. He looked up at me, his face solemn, nervous even, that lonely look in his eyes was back and his demeanour wasn't his usual cocky self.

Neither of us said another word, yet I watched him take another step towards me, and unconsciously I stepped backwards. I don't really know why, but then he lurched forward and grabbed my wrist. "Don't bail on me girl" he said softly, his eyes pleading with me. I broke his gaze and looked down to his hand on my wrist, which he instantly let go of, like I was as hot as fire. I looked back up to his face as I heard him sigh, dropping his head low and running his palm over his shaven head. "I was hoping it wouldn't go like this" he murmured to himself. I just stood there and watched him, internally wrestling with himself about the situation he had put us in. "you can go" he said, in almost a whisper. "I'm sorry" he added. Seeing him this broken was making my heart break even more. I wasn't uncomfortable about being here with him, I was just shocked. And that's when I realised I hadn't even uttered one word.

"I don't want to go" his head shot up and his eyes pierced mine. His brow was furrowed and that serious pout was on his lips as usual. "Huh"

I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. This made him blush slightly and grin, looking down to the floor. "I said I didn't want to leave" I repeated. He nodded, not looking at me for a second or two, and then he raised his head. "Uh, cool, uh, well, uh" he scratched the back of his neck. I couldn't help but giggle at him. "Man, I was all prepared for this" he mumbled, making me giggle more. "Well how about we grab some room service?" I offered, feeling the tension in the room ease off. "Uh yeah, I was actually gonna suggest it, if you stayed I mean" he said, walking over to the kitchen area, to grab a menu I assumed. Suddenly my nerves had eased right up, and I found myself walking over to the couch, dropping my bag on the seat and then sitting beside it. "You know what I want right?" I asked, grabbing my phone from my bag. "Uh, yeah..." he said, looking over at me. "I gotta just send a quick message to Erica" I said, waving my phone at him, "y'know, to let her know I haven't been murdered yet" I grinned, making him smirk at me and nod.

'I'm okay, it was Marshall. We're getting some food. Love you x'

Almost instantly she replied;

'Don't see nothin wrong, with a little bump and grind...;) love you too! x'

I giggled at her reply as I heard Marshall hang up the phone. "What she say?" he asked, seeing him sit down opposite me on the second couch. "You don't wanna know" I blushed a little, biting my lip, seeing Marshall smirk at me. He sat back against the couch and I felt him watch me as I put my cell away and dropped my bag onto the floor.

"So uh, what made you come here in the end?" he asked, looking a little to the floor. I sat back in my seat, relaxing a little more. I shrugged, "well, I nearly didn't." I confessed, he lifted his head to look at me. "Erica coaxed me round..." I smiled a little. "did she know it was me?" he asked, his eyes not leaving mine. "she suggested it might have been, but I didn't think it was" I told him. he nodded, glancing down to my legs when I crossed my right over my left. "so uh, if you didn't think it was me, you got dressed up for someone else?" he asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I smiled a little, knowing that jealous side was creeping out. I shrugged again, I decided to dance around the question, "it was just something I threw together" I smiled, making him smirk a little. "well uh, you uh, look fuckin hot girl. You look good" he told me, keeping that intense gaze of his on me. I felt myself blushing again. "thank you" I smiled, "sure, but you look amazin" he added, I shrugged, "make up's my job remember, I look like crap under all this" I said waving a hand to my face. he chuckled and shook his head. "I feel like it too" he admitted, breaking his stare on me. "you not sleeping?" I asked him, almost instantly feeling worried. He shook his head. "not had a decent night since I left your crib man." he said, still not looking at me. I sighed, feeling guilty as hell. "I'm sorry Marshall" I whispered, leaning forward to be a little closer to him.