Under the Influence

High End

Shawnie's POV

The next day, around 5 am, I woke up to hands wrapped around my thighs and Chris's tongue licking my pussy. I don't say anything, I just let him continue. When he was done, we had some great morning sex, then Chris went to work.

After having my hair and makeup done, I had the driver take me to Chris's video shoot. There were people everywhere. I had no idea where to go or who to talk to. I was just dropped off at the building, with no information. I knew he was busy, but I sent Chris a quick text, hoping he would get back to me, which he did. He gave me information on where to go and what to do.

Once I reached him, he was happy to see me and gave me a hug and a kiss. He introduced me to everyone, his celebrity friends. They were very cool, not much to say about them. I watched him direct his video, and it was so cool seeing him hard at work and on set. It was a long day, and I really don't know why he wanted me there, but I was there to support him.

While at the shoot, the story broke that Chris had gotten into a fight with my ex. TMZ had it on their website. I was so pissed when my friend, Cassidy, sent me the link. I didn't want to tell Chris because he was working and I didn't want to ruin the shoot, so I waited until it was over to show him.

He was shooting the coffin scene, so when it was over, he got up and walked over to the monitor to watch what they had just shot. He signaled for me to come over and watch it with him, putting his arm around me. It was weird seeing that FX makeup on him. He looked demonic, and it was a little scary. I even picked at his face a couple of times. It looked so cool.

After we finished watching the scene, he wrapped up, and we walked back to his dressing room. Before we got there, I stopped him to show him. I couldn't wait, I was so anxious, but I didn't want him to be blindsided by this story.

"Hey...um, babe?" I say following behind him.

"What's up?" He stops walking and turns around.

"Look at this." I hand him my phone.

While he read the article, I watched his face and overall mood change. He was clearly pissed about it. Uhoh.

"I have to call my PR team. No one gave me a heads up." He says, handing the phone back to me.

"Okay," I say

"How long ago was this released?" He asks

"I don't know. Cassidy sent it to me thirty minutes ago. I didn't want to bother you." I say

"It's okay, babe. I know, it's cool." He continues walking to his dressing room.

We got to his dressing room, and he got on the phone immediately. He was on the phone for almost half an hour before he was done. I never knew so many things went into a media post. They said they tried to get in touch with him to let him know what was coming, but everyone was here and couldn't reach him. His manager took too long to get back to them, and by that time, the story couldn't be stopped.

Chris didn't seem too bothered after he got off the phone. He was upset, but he saw there was nothing he could do. He likes to live by the motto, "Don't get mad over things you can't control," and this was something he couldn't control. Yeah, he could've just not attacked him, but that was something he could've controlled and failed, but he couldn't control this story coming out.

He put his phone down and walked over to me.

"You okay?" I ask

"Yes, baby." He pulls me to my feet, then he sits on the sofa in front of me. I smile down at him as he looks up at me with a serious face.