Chapter 226

Jon closed his eyes for moment and held his breath. His hand raking through his hair, giving him an air of hopelessness, a far cry from the self assured rock god everyone knew.

Tommy opened the envelope and took out a stack of photos.

Jon felt like running, he didn’t know if he had the guts to sit this through. It took him back to the day when Tommy handed him an envelope with Dot and her lover. Quite graphic pictures, burned into his mind forever.

“Now you must understand this was taken over a period. We have a new ambitious journalist that loves the dirty story, and he almost gave me a heart attack when he handed this over to me..”

He slipped the pile over to Jon, watching him closely as emotions played over Jon’s handsome features.

There were an astounding amount of pictures, pictures of Richie and Cheyenne.

Obliviously taken in public places.

Richie’s hands always somewhere on Cheyenne. Quite innocent looking pics at first but then they got more personal and intimate.

They were staring into each others’ eyes. Richie’s lips on hers, his arms wrapped around her. The smile she gave Richie was nauseating, there was too much love shining from her eyes.

Tommy cleared his throat to get Jon’ attention, his heart breaking when he saw the pain in Jon’s eyes.

“These were taken in the last week or so.”

He flipped through them one by one…

Richie and Cheyenne sitting at a table, Cheyenne crying and Richie holding her, stroking her cheek as he wiped her tears away.

The couple walking hand in hand into the cinemas.

Sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, deep in conversation while Richie’s hand closed over hers.

Richie swinging Cheyenne in the air, joy written all over her face as well as his.

Standing close together looking at something in her hand, a shocked look on Richie’s face, his arm draped casually over her shoulders.

Richie and Cheyenne in a jewellery store, Cheyenne trying on a necklace. Richie taking it off and putting it back on a while later. The next pic zoomed in, the pendant clearly visible.

Cheyenne hugging him once again, Richie’s eyes closed, a gentle expression on his face.

Jon couldn’t take any more and the pictures fell from his hands.

“I’m so fucking sorry my friend.”

“Just tell me this won’t make the tabloids.”

“I promise, I took the film as well as the originals and made him sign a waiver.”

Jon reached for his chequebook and wrote an insanely large amount on the cheque.

‘Just make sure its stays out of the public eye, k?” He downed the Jack Daniels, threw a few notes on the table.

Jon took the pictures, stood up, greeted Tommy and walked out.

Tommy gasped as he took the cheque.

Jon was a damn good guy, but sadly all the money he had couldn’t bring him any happiness. What the fuck was wrong with these women? He had looks, money and charm and as far as he heard a stud in the sack as well. What more did they want? He sighed and walked out, making a mental note to destroy the film as soon as he reached the office.