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CHAPTER 3 Goodbye Cheryl

Draven

The doorbell to my suite rang interrupting my thoughts. I quickly placed my glass on my balcony table, hoping it was Evie.

But by the incessant banging on the door, I knew it wasn't her.

"Draven? Open up! I can see the shadow of your shoes under the door," Cheryl cried out on the other side of the door. I grimaced, hesitating, but after a few moments, I decided to unlock the door. Once the door opened, Cheryl threw herself on top of me, kissing me passionately.

I inhaled deeply while her tongue swirled in my mouth and found that same characteristic smell of cigars and jet fuel once again, but unlike the other times where the scent was faint, this time, it was pungent and seemed to reek from all over her body.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her away from me. The smell was nauseating.

"I thought you and your girlfriends were going to party until the morning," I said gruffly, leaving her and making my way back to the balcony to get some fresh air.

"Aw, Draven, don't be like that," Cheryl whined, closing the door and following me to the balcony. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and rested her head against my back.

"You were on your phone all throughout dinner and when your girlfriends came, you told me to go home," I argued. Actually, I really didn't mind if she wanted to go out with her girlfriends. I just wanted to act like an asshole to get back at her for texting whoever she was texting and for insisting I leave her with her friends.

"How about if I make it up to you?" Cheryl murmured seductively. She began nibbling my ear while her hands traveled downwards. She unzipped my fly and reached in for my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my still flaccid penis and began moving up and down the length of my cock, jerking me off.

"Mmmm..." I grew hard almost instantly. "Faster, Cheryl." She obeyed, moving her hand faster, up and down my shaft. She reached in with her other hand and started rubbing my balls.

Sex on the balcony... why not? At least I'd have a great memory of her after we break up.

I turned around and unbuckled my belt, pushing down my pants. My cock was hard and was throbbing for more. "Be a good little girl and suck."

"My pleasure, Mr. Blake," she said, imitating a little girl's voice. She pulled down a spaghetti strap of her light blue dress downward, revealing one of her breasts. I reached out and grabbed the perky mound, teasing her nipple with my fingers.

"On your knees and suck," I growled.

She obeyed, licking the sensitive tip of my head first before taking the full length of my cock in her mouth. If there was one thing about Cheryl that I loved, it was her deep throat.

I moved my hips, fucking her mouth, driving my erection down her throat. She moaned with her mouth full of my cock, her tongue teasing my head. It felt so good I thought I was going to come.

I took my cock out of her mouth and pulled her up, positioning her against the concrete railing surrounding the balcony. "Don't move." I took off my clothes and reached under her skirt to take off her underwear. "Spread you legs wide for me."

"Yes, Mr. Blake," she moaned.

I inserted a finger into her pussy. It was wet and warm. With my other hand, I began to rub the sensitive nub of her clit. To my surprise, she lifted her dress and took it off.

"I want to watch while you finger fuck me," she said.

"Sure, baby. When you come, I want you to squirt all over me," I growled, going down on my knees. She placed her leg over my shoulder, positioning my face near her pussy.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb while ramming two of my fingers in her pussy. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, enjoying what I was doing to her.

"Harder, I want it harder," she cried. I rammed my fingers harder into her pussy, making sure I hit that magical place inside.

I felt her body tense up, signaling she was close. I pushed against her clit with my thumb while moving my fingers faster and harder inside her.

"I'm going to come!" Cheryl shrieked.

And that she did. She squirted all over my face, showering me with her pussy juice. After her initial orgasm, she had trouble standing up. I slapped the mound of her pussy to desensitize her. We still had the finale to do.

I turned her around, facing the view of the city, and slipped my cock into her from behind. She moaned, licking her fingers to jerk herself off while I fucked her from behind.

I noticed a dark mark on her right ass cheek, but I pushed the thought of confronting her in the back of my mind.

I needed to come. I wanted to come.

I can do the confrontations later.

With my hands on her breasts, I fucked her hard. She cried out each time my cock went inside her. She was dripping wet, her juice trickling down my thighs.

I finally came after she squirted one more time. I nearly collapsed on the balcony floor, my knees shaking terribly from the strenuous activity, as I tried to catch my breath.

Cheryl was clutching the balcony railing as I took my penis out of her pussy. My come and her come were dripping on her long slender legs. I took a seat on one of the balcony chairs to rest while I watched her pussy squirt bubbles of our come. It was a wondrous thing to watch.

When she finally had the strength, Cheryl came to sit on my lap. She was sticky and smelled like sex. I spread her legs, playing with her clit with my fingers. She moaned and smiled at me.

"That feels good," she said. I inserted a finger inside her. "That feels even better."

"So who fucks better? Me or your new boyfriend?" Her eyes widened in shock. I wrapped my arm around her waist, keeping her on my lap, and continued to finger fuck her. "Who, Cheryl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Draven," she murmured, moaning. "You're my only boyfriend."

"You have a kiss mark on your right buttcheek, Cheryl," I whispered in her ear. "I haven't seen you all week which means that kiss mark wasn't from me. Spread you legs, darling. I'm not finished yet."

I rammed my fingers into her pussy savagely, rubbing her clit with my other hand. After a while, she convulsed and squirted all over my lap.

"Stop, Draven," she cried out. My fingers were still inside her, working their magic.

"Admit it first, Cheryl. You have another boyfriend."

"Alright... alright... I do." I took my fingers out, placed her in my arms, and carried her to the bathroom.

"Take a shower. After you've gotten dressed, my driver will drive you to wherever you want to go." She was about to protest, but I placed a finger on her lips to silence her. "As a parting gift, you'll find a check waiting for you on the coffee table. Goodbye, Cheryl."

"Draven... are you listening to me?"

I glanced down at Cheryl who was standing right beside me on the balcony... with her clothes ON. I grimaced and looked down at the center of my pants to see if I had an erection. I didn't. Even if I imagined having sex with her on the balcony, I couldn't get it up. The smell was so atrocious... even with the wind blowing around us.

"Actually, no," I answered her truthfully. "I must have dozed off with my eyes open. What were you saying again?"

"I was saying if you want us to stay together, you need to fire Evie and stay away from her," she said nonchalantly like she was talking about a piece of salami in a sandwich.

"Cheryl, there isn't an us... not anymore," I replied curtly.

"I knew it! You've been cheating on me with Evie," she said, pointing an accusing finger at me and acting angry. I rolled my eyes. God, she was such an idiot!

"You do know I have been friends with Evie since middle school and technically speaking, you're the one cheating," I said, walking back inside. I opened my briefcase which was sitting on the dining table, took out my checkbook and wrote her a check. I knew she loved to shop. This could serve as a 'break-up' settlement.

"I'm the one who's cheating?! You don't have any proof," she said, taking a seat at the dining table. "But I have proof of you cheating on me."

"Where is this proof?"

"On your phone. All the calls you made to her while we were together," she answered.

"Well, how about I show you my phone and you show me your phone? Hmmm..." I pulled out my phone and slid it in front of her. I had nothing to hide.

"Why should I show you my phone? I'm not the one cheating," she said indignantly. However, her cheeks had turned bright red and she was having trouble looking me in the eyes.

"Not showing your phone means you're hiding something from me. If you show me your phone, Cheryl, I'll fire Evie right this second," I proposed, knowing she wouldn't bend.

"I want you to fire her first," she countered.

"Okay, but put your phone on the table before I make the call," I challenged.

She opened her purse and took out her phone, placing it on the table. I quickly grabbed it, unlocking the phone through face recognition.

She screamed and tried to take her phone from me. I didn't even need to scroll through her phone. She had a new message from a Harrison Crowe asking if she was free for dinner tomorrow night.

There was only one Harrison Crowe I knew of. He was the billionaire real estate tycoon who recently divorced his fifth wife who was half his age.

"Are you this desperate to marry into money, Cheryl?" I tossed her phone on the table. "I can't believe you're fucking that old geezer Harrison Crowe."

"He gives me jewelry, pays for my rent, and has promised me he'll buy me a new car," she said, placing her phone back in her purse.

Of course. Unfortunately, I didn't give her much except for clothes, shoes, purses and a new expensive phone.

"I'm sorry, Cheryl, but where I'm from, we rely on work to buy the things we want."

"But you gave Evie a house!" Cheryl snarled at me. I laughed at her accusation. The nerve of this woman!

"I didn't give her the house, Cheryl. I helped Evie take out a loan so she can buy the house herself, you twit!"

I tore the check from my checkbook and threw it at her. "Twenty thousand dollars may be small for you, but I'm certain your new beau will buy you whatever you want and bring you to new and exciting places after you've helped him lather up on Bengay." I texted my driver, who works the night shift, and he texted he would wait for Cheryl downstairs. "My driver will wait for you at the front of the building and will drive you anywhere you want to go."

Her face twisted angrily. She looked quite ugly. "You can't break up with me, Draven Blake"

"Yes, I can." I opened the front door of my penthouse suite. "Goodbye, Cheryl."

Honestly, the sex scenario I imagined earlier was way better an ending to our relationship.

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