Chapter 259

only to jump up again as she felt her food coming back up. Her insides hurt when she pushed away from the toilet bowl. She washed her face and went back to bed.

She noticed a note on the table.

Chey,

I’m staying at Richie’s. You should probably give up the room as well. Knowing Jon he wouldn’t like you to sleep at another hotel anyway. Richie said to leave the account for him he already spoke to management. Hope everything is sorted with you two!

Hugs
Stace.

To hell it is! Their relationship is in a fucking mess!

Cheyenne fell into a restless sleep, she woke up when her cell phone’s incessant ringing irritated her out of her deep sleep.

She recognised Jon’s number and decided to ignore it. He phoned a few times after that, leaving irate messages for her to pick up the damn phone and not to ignore him.

He stopped calling and she drifted off to sleep yet again.

She was rudely jerked out of her sleep when a pair of steely arms closed around her.

“Thank God you are ok!” His voice was shaky and he squeezed the life out of her.

The manager of the hotel looked at them worriedly.

Jon turned towards him and smile.

“Thank you for your help, she is fine.”

The man pulled the front door shut as he walked out.

She pushed against his chest.

“Was that damn necessary? Yanking me around? What do you want Jon? Its to early to take the babies, so what are you doing here?” Her voice was soft and her face void of any expression.

“You were suppose to come to my place remember? You didn’t answer the damn phone so I came here to make sure you were ok.”

“Why worry? If I died all your chivalry wouldn’t be necessary anymore.”

His eyes were sad and his voice barely audible. He reached for her but she moved away from him.

“Don’t say that Cheyenne.”

“Oh Jon why don’t you just let me be? Cant you see this isn’t going to work. You can’t force someone to marry you. I don’t want to marry you why cant you just leave me alone?!”

He jumped from the bed, his fists is tight balls.

“I’m trying to be civil here, but if you want to be a bitch, that fucking fine with me. So what is it Cheyenne? Are you going to take your chance in court or are you coming with me to Jersey?”

She stood in front of Jon not blinking as she stared into his eyes.

“I hate you for doing this to me. Do you hear me I fucking hate you!” She pounded her fists on his chest, tears rolling down her cheeks. She suddenly doubled over, a cry coming from her lips.

“Cheyenne! Oh God the babies! Are you ok?” He kneeled at her side.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Take your hands off me!”