Cheyenne reached the mansion. She was tired of crying, tired of explaining, trying to convince Jon he was her one and only . Maybe she could find a place where Jon wouldn’t be able to get to her, a place where she and her babies could live in peace.
Jon wanted to go after her, dragging her back but he had upset her already and he knew it wasn’t a good idea.
FUCK! He thought he was over it, that he could forgive her but everytime he spoke about the babies he had this horrible feeling that they might not be his. And if she stared at him with those innocent eyes of hers he goes crazy. She fucked Richie and it would be better if she just came clean about it, but no! She has to keep up with the innocent plea. Would Richie admit it?
He sat down and emptied the bottle of wine in no time. Mat came rushing in just after Cheyenne left, demanding to know what the hell was going on. Jon called it her pregnancy tantrums and that he shouldn’t take any notice of it.
Matt walked away, not happy with Jon’s flimsy excuse, wondering why Jon didn’t go after her. Something didn’t seem right to him, but he knew Jon to be a very private person, he didn’t appreciate people getting into his business. Maybe if their mother was there she would pick up on something. Women have that 6th sense and his mother’s is exceptionally strong.
Jon stayed till the club closed that night. Drinking, dancing with woman, just fooling around as if he had no care in the world.
Cheyenne opened her door when another door opened suddenly. A frightened cry escaped her lips and she felt her knees buckled.
“Oh shit Chey! I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to give you a fright. Are you ok?”
“Richie! Thank God! For a minute there I thought it was a burglar or something.”
Richie came to her door, the light shining from her room lit her face up, highlighting her swollen eyes.
“Why have you been crying and where is Jon?” Richie didn’t look happy at all.
“He’s at Matts place. I decided to come back early…”
“Honey you have never been good at lying. So spit it out. Why would Jon let you go on your own?”
“I walked out on him.”
Richie’s voice was deadly calm, causing a shiver down her spine.
‘You two haven’t sorted things out have you?”
Jon’s voice played in her mind….happy couple…take them from you.
“No we did, its just my temper. I guess it has something to do with the hormones but I’ll be ok.”
Richie didn’t believe a word she said, but she didn’t need the 3rd degree for him. She needed peace and quiet.
He smiled at her rubbing his hands together.
‘Ok then pregnant fairy, have you eaten yet?”
She shook her head.
He took her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen.
“Well lets go then. The babies and their mama need to be fed.”
She held his hand as he dragged her gently behind him, a smile on her face.
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