Super Nova.

Chapter 3

~ Jenna's POV ~

Eminem and Denaun left the car and was rushed in by the back door with two big guards. Emily and I looked at each other and she started to laugh.

"What?" I asked her as she dried her tears and she continued smiling at me.

"Oh my God, Jenna, I've never seen you like this" she said.

"Like what?" I replied as Sam parked the car and opened the door for us.

"I'm so happy I brought you with me tonight. You are shining every time he's looking at you. And when he touches you, damn it's like you are going up in a million atoms" she replied when we followed Sam into the grand lobby.

I stopped for a second and looked around me. There were like nothing I've never seen before. Big shining chandeliers hang from the ceiling, there were gold plated ornaments on the walls, gray tiled floor and the staff had strict uniforms on.

Sam lead us to the elevator and beeped his key card and pressed the button to the top floor.

When we got out the hallway was filled with people. Some of them I recognized from the backstage area from the arena and some of them I had never seen before. I immediately started to feel uncomfortable again.

What am I doing here? This is not for me. This is for people who can be okay around others. Who can have a normal conversation without get anxiety. Who can behave like a normal person.

"We have rented the whole floor, so don't worry 'bout the noises." Sam said as we walked pass two big guys cheering at us.

Emily took my hand and we followed Sam down the hall. There were doors open to rooms on both our sides and we could see there was parties in all of them. People walked in and out as they talked, danced and drank together. The sluts from the concert were there, laughing, drinking and chatting loudly with each other, trying to get attention from who ever wanted to be with them.

That's why you're here, you fucking bitch.

My father's voice went through my head.

You are a disgusting hoe, burn in hell, you cunt.

I always tried my best not to let his words get to me, but right now it was really hard. I had no idea what Eminem wanted but I could guess that he's done this thing a hundred times before, inviting girls to his room after shows. I know that he had been wild in his youth and in he's songs from that era he describes quite detailed what he thinks about women and what he wanted to do to them.

Oh my God, Jenna just take it easy. Maybe it's not that bad. Just do what he wants and get over with it. I mean, he is Eminem. Let him take you, if that's what he wants. My mind raced and I was starting to get trouble to breathe.

I hesitated and started to look for a way out of this mess. This is why I'm not doing things on impulse. I always have a plan. How did I get into this?

Emily felt my hesitation and she held my hand tighter. She looked over at me and with a reassuring voice she whispered

"If you don't like him, don't let him do anything. I'll be there to back you up. Everything's gonna be okay."

Sam stopped in front of a closed double door and gave it a firm knock.

~ Eminem's POV ~

The noises from the hallway were quite muffled in my suite, thank God. The guys and the crew had been chatting the whole week about the Swedish girls they were gonna meet here. They had heard of the free Swedish sex and the crazy willing girls and bought the whole myth 'bout it.