Chapter 262

Richie and the gang didn’t stay long. Cheyenne needed to rest and they wanted to give her all the rest she needed.

Jon walked with them and came back a while later.

Cheyenne was lying on her side with her back towards the door.

“You don’t have to stay.”

He sighed feeling hopeless as he heard her cold tone.

“I’m staying here and that’s final. Please lets just nor argue. I’m so tired of fighting.”

He sat down next to her bed, leaning back against the chair.

Cheyenne struggled to get up. Jon stood up, holding her one hand and the other pressing behind the small of her back.

She went to the bathroom and came back a while later. Her legs felt shaky although the intense pain had subsided.

She climbed back into the bed, flashing Jon an eyeful of thong and ass. She felt the cool air brushing up against her naked skin and as she turned around, seeing his eyes fixated at the spot.

His eyes travelled lazily back to her face, knowing he would probably receive the look from hell.

She pulled the covers over her, laying back against the soft pillows, her hands laced together on her tummy.

“You win.”

Jon stared at her, not sure she had spoken.

“Did you say something, baby?”

She cleared her throat, her dark eyes pinning him.

“I said you win.”

“It has never been a game, Cheyenne. Nobody has to win or lose. It’s reality.”

“Your reality, not mine. I’ll go with you to New Jersey. I’m not going to fight anymore because I’m only doing my babies harm. They don’t deserve that. Dont think for a minute I’m looking forward to going with you. You forced me into this, I don’t know if it makes you feel all mighty, so be it. I’m done explaining and apologising. I’ll play your little game of the happy couple, but know this, if at any stage you ever treat my children in a manner I don’t like, I’ll be gone. Do you understand me? I’m doing this for the babies, no one else.”

Jon was staring at his jean cladded knees while Cheyenne spoke. Disappointment and hurt pounded inside him. Not one word of love came from her lips, only cold, hard words. His tummy fluttered at the knowledge that she would at least go with him to Jersey, maybe he could win her love back. He is sure as hell gonna try!

“What about affairs. I wont accept any men in your bed.” His eyes bore into her soul.

“I don’t know why this should bother you, it not as if we are going to be married in the full sense of the word.” Jon stood up and sat next to her on the bed.

“That’s where you are wrong, honey. You are going to marry me and sleep in my bed. That’s the deal. I’m sorry if you misunderstood, but I thought that was a given.”

Cheyenne looked down at her hands, playing with the engagement ring on her finger.

“You are enjoying every damn minute of this, aren’t you Jon? You have this perverted satisfaction of seeing me at your mercy. I don’t know how I could have been so blind to this side of you.”

She seemed tired and emotionally drained. His heart ached for her and he just wanted to crush her against him, feeling her soft curves pressing into him, those luscious lips of hers opening beneath his.

“Jon?!” Her confused cry shook him out of his fantasy world and he found himself inches from her lips.

“Here’s to the rest of our lives….” His electric blue eyes hypnotised her and she felt herself drawn into him. The moment their lips touched her eyes closed.

His lips started a slow assault on her senses but she stiffened as she felt his hands pressing her back into the bed.

He growled against her lips.

“Don’t do that baby. No need to get uptight, I wont hurt you.”

“Jon, I cant do this. Please don’t expect me to.” Her voice was teary and he sighed as he backed off.

“Cheyenne, I will give you time to pull yourself together. I’ll wait, but know this, I want you as my wife in the full sense of the word and I don’t want you to cringe every time I touch your. I know you had always enjoyed my touch, I know you Cheyenne you are a passionate woman. And I want that woman back in my life…”