Cheryl's Revenge

Cheryl's Pov

The sound of the music blasting is all I can hear; how can my life be so messed up? I just want to dance and get high on anything. After all, I've got nothing to lose. What's ironic is I was sure I was going to get that promotion, but which company fired their best worker? I would have done anything for my job, but this is how they treat me.

I'm seated in the club in a short black dress, and my dark waist-length hair spills all over my shoulders.

"Another shot?" The barman asks. I can't help but notice his green eyes. I look away.

I really shouldn't be doing this, but Fuck it, nothing to lose, remember, I keep telling myself.

"Keep 'em coming". I smile and drop a tip.

After my third shot of tequila, I can feel the effects of the alcohol, but I'm too heartbroken to care right now all I hear is the loud music and my loud thoughts.

Earlier that day

"Ms. Keller to my office," My boss says.

A million thoughts ran through my head, could I have signed off on the wrong documents or did I -

"I'm sorry, but you're laid off," he says, interrupting my chain of thoughts.

"Hold on, I need to process this, wait WHAT! I have worked my ass off for this company in the last two years; this can't be happening; there has to be some sort of mistake," I almost scream.

He looks at me with some sort of pity, I very well know that look.

"I'm sorry Cheryl, the company ran a background check on you and there's nothing there, I almost lost my job explaining how I wasn't aware of the situation, I'm sorry again,"

"Please don't be; I'll clear out my office," I say. I'm not sure how to feel, but I feel betrayed.

"If there's any way I can help out," I could feel the pity emanating from the old man but I'm not going to play victim.

"Thank you, sir, I'll make my way out."

I say with some sort of finality and shut the door.

I head to my space and pack out the little I own. I don't look back, but I can feel their stares boring into my back. I pack my stuff into my Honda Civic, the car I got from being the first person to be promoted in their first year from my boyfriend. Speaking of my boyfriend, I pull out my phone to call and tell him the terrible day I'm having. It rings but he doesn't pick up the phone.

My boyfriend Hank and I have been together for 3 years. I just love how he makes me feel. We moved in together last year, but I've been busy at work trying to pay the bills because he's an artist, and he says he hasn't found the right inspiration. I don't care that I pay all the bills while he makes excuses, I'm going to support him.

I try his line again, I'm getting frustrated because he always has his phone on him. I make a quick stop at Starbucks because we have this ritual sort of where we talk about our day over a cup of coffee. I order my usual grande white chocolate mocha and a regular mocha cookie crumble frappuccino and head out.

I see an unfamiliar car in the driveway; my heart starts racing; I try not to think the worst as I approach the house. I park my car in the driveway and pull down the handle of the door, I'm surprised to find it unlocked.

I suck in a breath as I hear some muffled sounds coming from upstairs. I quietly drop the coffee on the table and make my way upstairs. I try to assure myself that it couldn't possibly be what I'm thinking, it could be the plumber or the handyman.

"Oh, don't stop Hank," an unfamiliar voice calls from the bedroom. I hear Hank's moaning and deep breathing. I stop dead in my tracks not sure whether I should barge in or run out. I opted for the former. The door isn't even shut properly, I guess these fools were in such a hurry. My initial shock turns into anger as I push open the door.

"You like to– fuck Cheryl!?" He says as he pushes the unfamiliar lady away from him. " I can explain everything just give me a moment, and you put your fucking clothes on"

I'm very angry, so I grab the girl's stuff and throw them out of the room, and I face Hank, who had been rumbling nonstop. "Just shut up, how long has this been going on, and don't fucking lie!" I scream.

"Two months," he says.

I'm devastated; I feel a sharp pain in my chest; I fall to the floor and start to cry. Hank comes to offer me some comfort; I push him away; he's a fool if he thinks I'm going to forgive him. I pick myself up from the floor and wipe my tears. I reach for my suitcase from the top of the wardrobe, it's his house after all

"No, Cher, don't leave; we can talk this out." I look at him, but I don't see the boyfriend I was in love with but a lying scheming fool.

"I paid all the bills, I put food on the table, I warmed your bed, I've been nothing but good to you and this is how you pay me, Hank?"

"Cheryl just wait, we can-"

I hold my hand up as a sign for him to stop talking because, honestly, I'm tired of it. I grab the last of my clothes and head for the door. Hank's just sitting on the bed with his head in his hands muttering nonsense to himself.

I make my way downstairs in a hurry. I grab my coffee and head out the door. As I sat inside the car, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, put my head on the steering wheel, and cried.

I've lost everything now, where do I go from here?

Aiden's Pov

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, finding peace in the sound of the ceiling fan whirl. My thoughts are just dark spaces, I don't want to think anymore, I just want to sink into sweet oblivion like I do every day since God decided I was the only one worthy of living this miserable life, he played his hand hard, I still remember all the headlines saying;

'The billionaire Mathews Family all die in a plane crash except the first son, Aiden'

I knew pain then, not only physical pain but pain of knowing nothing lies ahead in the future because I was supposed to be that future but I guess the future came early. I snap out of my thoughts and realize the whore from the night before is still in my bed. She tries snuggling into me, but I sit up fully and drag the covers of her, revealing her perky breasts.

"Good morning, Aiden," she says with a smile. I try to understand what she's still doing in my bed.

"I'll wire the money, it's morning your services are no longer required"

She looks at me with a you cannot be serious face, but I know she doesn't deserve a minute of my time, so I get up and enter the bathroom. I'm done brushing my teeth when I hear the door shut, I guess she found her way out.

I headed downstairs to look in the kitchen for what Lucia, my housekeeper, had prepared. She's the closest thing I have to a family right now. She means the most to me. I enter the kitchen, and she's busy on the stove, so I sit on the countertop.

"Fried eggs, bacon, chicken, and pancakes," she says without even looking at me. " It would be nice if you step out today, son, the weather's nice,"

I shrug, my mouth waters as I dive into the food. "I knew that'd be your answer so I made necessary arrangements".

"Arrangements?" I say with my mouth full. "Boy, you know better than to talk with food in your mouth." I laugh, but my laughter is short-lived.

"Aiden Matthews, New York's Most Eligible Bachelor, it's been a minute".A very familiar voice says. Oh no

Mike Andrews, my best friend, he's my main guy but he can be a little extra.

"Lucia called and said I should get you out of your apartment today, so we are going to your office, but first, you have to get a haircut; you look like a hot mess." He tries to run his hand through my hair, but I slap it away.

Mike is a lady's man and also the heir to the biggest fashion line in the world; the guy knows his stuff when it comes to playing dress up.

"Sorry bro but I don't feel like going anywhere"

"You know what's wrong with that statement 'bro' I wasn't asking your opinion," he said

"I'll just leave you boys to it then," Lucia says with a laugh and leaves us both in the kitchen.

Ugh. Today is going to be tough.

After a quick shower, I put on my dark blue Armani suit and head out. I look at the mirror and smile, I'm satisfied with what I see.

Mike and I go in separate cars because he's going to work too. When I enter the reception, I can feel all eyes on me. I know I'm stunning but they don't have to look too long.

As I head to my office, I remember that I am now going to be in my father's office. My spirit dampens a little but I know I'll have to get over it somehow. I enter my father's office. Memories cloud my mind, but I shake them away. I take a seat in the chair – my father's chair, and I shake that thought off.

I look over to where the secretary is supposed to be but I see no one. Hmmn, I call the front desk using the landline and the front desk secretary appears.

"Where is the secretary?" I ask with a scowl.

"She quit right after your father–" she says but stops midway, looking down as though the ground should open up and swallow her. I almost laugh

"Whatever, just start interviewing for replacements, since I have to point everything out now," I say

"Sir, no one knew you'd be at work soon; there was no advertisement prior," she says to me somewhat rudely. She has nerves. I glance at the name tag.

"Okay Ms. Greene I guess you should be sitting in this chair and giving instructions since you're talking without being asked questions"

She looks at me now remorseful. "I'm sorry sir, won't happen again". She turns to leave.

"And Miss Greene, get me some files and coffee, ask around how I like it" and I point to the door to signal she's dismissed. She comes back with a heap of files and coffee. I look through them and begin work.

I'm so engrossed in work and I don't notice it's already late. I got a text from Mike to meet him at Midnight Club.

The club is noisy as usual, Mike and I are seated at the bar. I look over at the dance floor.

I see people dancing, but my eye catches a lady in a tight black dress that shows all her curves, her hair almost waist length moving side to side as she sways her hips to the music. I can tell she's tipsy, but so am I. I gulp down my last shot glass, and I head over to her to make small talk.

She puts her arms on my shoulder and kisses me; it looks like she's in no mood for talk; I break the kiss to catch my breath.

That kiss left me hungry and wanting more. I felt a spark in the kiss. She looks at me as though she felt it too. I look at those baby blue eyes, and I feel a connection, it could be the shots I took earlier, but I know it's different.

"Should we leave here?" I ask.

"Yeah, let's go somewhere quiet, where it's just gonna be us, please," she says.

We are both drunk and horny, there's only one place I can think of at the moment

My bed.

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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