The Last Fall

W A R: Part Two

SHEMAR's POINT OF VIEW

Looking at the dinner that I made Cheryl tonight, I felt like I had done it again! I was so proud of myself and I knew that she would love what I had made.

I planned on feeding her, giving her a little bit of wine and to also continue our goal of working on this baby.

I looked at the food on the stove and rubbed my hands together in the feeling of successfulness.

I had made some spaghetti and a garden salad.

As I stared at the food on the stove, I then heard the front door open and shut. I smiled and instantly knew that it was my baby girl coming home from work.

I couldn't wait to see her beautiful face as she walks into this kitchen.

"Hey babyyy..." I dragged out as I then turned around to get a good look at her.

However, she stood there with red and tearful eyes. It seemed as if she had been crying for a huge amount of time...

"Baby...wh-...what's wrong?" I asked her as I looked her up and down. Seeing her like this scared me...

Tears kept streaming down but she held a straight face the whole time.

I walked over towards her and once I made it in front of her, I asked, "Are you okay?"

However, she instantly slapped me harder than anything in this damn world.

As my face turned towards the side in a flash due to the force of her slap, I then held it with my hand.

"Cheryl, what the hell?! Why you slap me like that?" I asked her as I continued holding my face and looked at her.

"I'm done with you..."

"You're done with me? Whatchu mean?"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

"Where is all of this shit coming from?" I asked her in confusion.

Next, she pulled her phone out and started scrolling through it.

CHERYL's POINT OF VIEW

Looking through the media, I finally found the video of us still posted. It held almost a million views.

I turned the volume all the way up, pressed play and turned it around so that he could see it.

I closed my eyes and clenched my jaws as I heard every word that was being said. The moans. The explicitness. The disrespect of it all.

Opening my eyes, I saw how shocked Shemar had looked at the video.

I hope he felt happy about what he had done to me. He put me out there for the whole world to see and now, my privacy is no more.

Tired of hearing the embarrassing sounds, I then stopped the video and started reading the caption to him.

"An acting blog. A submission from Tony Grant. A video of Cheryl Pepsii and Shemar Moore having sexual intercourse together. A goal of having a child but to also confirm how much of a whore Moore's wanna-be wife will probably turn out to be because doesn't all his girlfriends? Except for Halle Berry." I swallowed hard at that quote. "Moore apparently wanted to tell Grant to back off and in doing so, he sent him a video. Grant being upset, he sent us this submission over email for the whole world to see that Moore is a man who would willingly, yet pridefully, show off himself in order for another man to step off." I said as I finished reading the small blog.