Chapter 268

Cheyenne felt a cold grip on her heart, choking her.

“Say it Jon, I need you to believe they are yours….”

His eyes turned back to hers, the smile had turned into pain.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“We have to talk about it Jon. You have to believe they are yours and not Richie’s.”

“How am I suppose to believe it Cheyenne? Do you know exactly when you conceived, do you know when did you sleep with me or Richie?’

Cheyenne shook her head disbelievingly.

“How am I ever going to convince you that they are yours and that I never slept with Richie?”

His eyes had turned cold and Cheyenne pulled her hand out of his now crushing grip.

“I’ll believe it the day the paternity test comes in.”

“And the fact that you think I slept with Richie? How will that change, how am I suppose to convince you of that? How are we going to build a marriage on mistrust and lies?”

“I can forgive you your affair with Richie and can even accept the babies even if they aren’t my own as long as you don’t fuck around behind my back, cause baby then I won’t be so forgiving.”

“Why are you willing to take me back and not Dorothea? Why are you making me suffer like this? You want to have sex with me bit you cant believe me when I tell you , you were the only man. I never sleep with around when I’m in a relationship.”

His face turned expressionless a horrible smirk on his face.

‘Don’t tell me that shit, Cheyenne. Remember the night we met, if that damn phone didn’t ring you would have fucked my brains out. You were in a relationship then, or is my animal magnetism to blame?”

She gasped at his venomous words.

“I regret the day I met you. You act all high and mighty, but you paid to sleep with me. How pathetic is that? You treated me like a slut from day one.”

“Maybe I did, but you accepted it. You wanted to be my slut…”

She had never slapped someone so hard than she did at that moment. Her hand burned like hell and the red mark surfaced seconds later on his face.

She got up and walked with as much dignity as she could muster at that moment. Her head held high and a little smile on her face while her heart was dripping blood from the wounds Jon’s words had caused.

“Cheyenne, where are you going sweetheart?”

“I’m going home Matt. Could you please call me a cab?”

“But…” He looked confused and upset.

She placed a hand on his fore arm.

“Please Matt…”

She turned to look at the booth where they were sitting. Jon leaned against the door, his face grim and his eyes flashing.

She lifted her chin, gave him a challenging stare and turned to walk out. Jon didn’t miss the appreciative glares she received as she walked out, her hips swaying seductively her, tight ass pleading to be squeezed. A man bumped into her, gripping her as he tried to steady her. His smile widened as he realised the beauty he almost knocked over and the gorgeous smile coming from Cheyenne’s lips made Jon’s hair stood on end.

God she is such a seductress! Is she ever going to be his?