Chapter 3

Cheryl's Pov

I can feel the sunlight streaming on my face, stretching my leg and relaxing into the pillow. My head is spinning for some reason, and I turn to my side and see a sexy tan Greek god; it's not Hank. I raise the covers gently; I don't have panties on, and I sit up to try and remember.

Memories from last night rush to my brain.

"What's your name baby girl"

"I'm Cheryl Kepler but you can call me the love of your life," I say in a very pick-me voice

"Okay Cheryl what do you want"

"Well I kinda lost everything today so I want you to make me forget"

"And how do I do that baby girl"

"Fuck me till I forget."

I blush at the memory, I'm embarrassed. I need to leave here before Mr Handsome wakes up. I'm still sore down there so I try to take slow steps. I put on my black dress, well what remained of it my heels in my hand while I made my way to the door.

"Where do you think you're going, baby girl."A husky morning voice says, stopping me dead in my tracks. I don't know whether it was embarrassment or the voice, but I find myself flushed again.

"Hello," I say, lowering my head a little shy because of the events of last night I still can't remember.

"I'm gonna leave now," I say now, turning to the door. " Leave, so you were going to leave, without saying goodbye," "Come to bed, let me give you some afternoon delight," he says again, patting the side I just stood up from; I can hear a smirk in his voice. But I have to leave, but where to go? I'm almost tempted to jump into bed with this stranger again.

"Thank you, but I've got stuff to do. Bye". I open the door; as I step out, I hear him say three words.

"I'll find you"

Three words I didn't know will change my life very soon. I head downstairs and gape at the size of the apartment. I pass the kitchen to the front door.

"You're not staying for brunch?" A female voice says I can't believe his mom caught me. Shit.

"No ma'am I'm good, thanks"

"But Mr. Matthews insisted." Mister? I turn around and see the woman in a housekeeping uniform, I guess it's not his mum. I smile at my discovery.

"Thank you, ma'am, for the offer, but I just really have to go," I say and make my exit. I remember I left my car at the club, but I saw my car parked beside a very luxurious car. I guess Mr. Handsome must be loaded. I think of a place to go then I remember my old apartment.

The old apartment is in the rundown side of New York, that's why Hank insisted I move in with him. I quickly jump in the car; while driving, I try to make out memories of last night.

"Sit down," he says almost aggressively. I do as I'm told and he gets on his knees and spreads my legs apart. He sinks his face in between my legs and begins to suck on my clit, I moan in approval. He uses his free hand to thug at the straps of my dress revealing my full and plump breast. He stops with the sucking and concentrates fully on the breast in his hand, caressing, nibbling, and driving me mad with need. I feel so wet down there. Gosh.

Honk. I hear a car whoosh by. I almost forgot I was on the road. There was traffic on the way, so I decided to branch at Starbucks again to get my coffee.

I need a job, I don't know which company will hire someone who just got a job at her old office and was fired within the space of two years. I'm fucked I guess. After a long drive, I finally reached the apartment complex. It looks even worse than I expected but I still have a few months left on my lease and my keys.

I offload my things into my old room; everywhere is so dusty; I clean up the closet, dump some stuff in there, and head to the living room to do some cleaning. I hear some sounds outside but I make nothing of it. It's probably the neighbors fighting.

After some cleaning, I'm tired so I lay in bed and take a nap. After thirty minutes or so, I can hear sounds coming from the living room and footsteps approaching the bedroom. I look around for anything I can use to defend myself but there's nothing, not even a lamp. Ughh. I hear rattling from the other side trying to pry the bedroom door open. I'm just in shock, defenseless and alone, there's nowhere to hide right now.

The door slams open, and I see one man at first, he's wearing a ski mask while the other one is behind him. The one behind is holding a gun. Oh my god. The man that opened the door charges at the bed where I am. He's trying to get a hold of me but I move fast. I try to run but the one with the gun grabs me.

"And where do you think you're going, little lady?" He says, his breath reeks of weed. I try to squirm out of his grip, but he's too strong; he throws the gun at the other guy and uses his hands to throw me on the bed. "Now you're gonna tell me where all your valuables are, okay."

"I don't have anything, you fool," I shout. He runs his finger down my face. I can't bear being touched by a stranger.

"Help, please, anyone!" I scream. He slaps me hard on my cheek and I taste blood in my mouth. I start to scream non-stop till someone hears me. Anyone, please. That's my last thought as I feel pain again and sink into dark oblivion.

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