Chapter 270

Cheyenne was tossing a salad and Richie frying some steak. They laughed and chatted just enjoying the here and now.

Stacey and Richie decided to get married the following year. Stacey would quit her job and they would move to New York and get married there. She could see the joy and love shining from his eyes as he spoke of her.

Richie made himself a drink and Cheyenne had a long glass of Ice tea. They took their food and drinks and decided to watch a movie.

The movie was riveting but soon Cheyenne’s eyelids felt heavy and she fell asleep. Richie left her, watched the movie and decided to take her to her room afterwards. He picked her up gently and as he walked out the sitting room the front door opened.

Jon froze at the spot, looking at the sleeping Cheyenne in Richie’s arms. Richie,his best friend, the man that could have fathered the twins Cheyenne was carrying inside of her.

“Hey bro! Pregnant fairy here couldn’t even keep her eyes open for one movie.”
His smile faded as Jon’s cold eyes stared at him.

“I’m just going to lay her down, would you please open the covers for me?”

Jon didn’t answer but walked to her bedroom , switched on the light and pulled away the covers. His insides were shaking seeing her in his arms. Flashes of their bodies close to each other, Richie’s hands stroking her skin…

He had a bit too much to drink but the sight he walked into, yanked him so hard he was completely sober, or so it felt to him anyway.

“I think you should get her out off her clothes. I’ll make us some coffee.”

He walked out the room and closed the door.

Jon turned towards her, he slipped her top from her, unclasping her bra, letting her breasts free from its restraint. By the time his hands unbuttoned her jeans his hands were shaking. He had a full blown hard on that he just couldn’t control. He slipped her jeans from her and stood back. Clad in only her panties she looked good enough to eat. She shivered slightly, he picked a nightie form the cupboard and swallowed as he smelled her scent. He bent down to slip the nightie on when she opened her eyes sleepily, a hazy look in her brown eyes.

‘HHmmmmm Jon.” A soft whisper drifted from her mouth, just loud enough for him to hear.

She turned her face towards him, her lips slightly opened, her mouth begging silently to be kissed. His lips made small nibbling bites on her lips, his breath rushing from him.

This woman drove him crazy, why couldn’t the just let her go? She intrigued him, haunted his dreams, made him burn for her whenever he saw her in a room. He was obsessed with her!

Cheyenne came out of her haze, stiffening as she realised what she had been doing. She breathed in his scent, frowning as another scent mixed with it….Woman’s perfume!

She shoved him, shoved him hard enough that he almost lost his balance.

Her sleepy eyes had turned into fury in the matter of seconds, leaving Jon astonished at her sudden change.

“How dare you come in here, trying to seduce me while you still have another woman’s scent on you?”

“What the fuck?”

She slipped her nightie on in a blinding speed.

Her eyes zoomed in on his shirt.

“You even have the lipstick to match. You bastard! You tell me, no force me to marry you, tell me that I’m to be your wife in the full sense of the word and what do you do you screw around? How does this work? You can do what you want while I sit at home, raising kids? You have another thing coming if you think I’ll just accept that. How could I have been so blind? You are a chauvinistic pig! Get out of my damn room!”

“Cheyenne let me explain…I danced with a few woman at the club. Nothing serious happened. You know how they get, I have to admit I had to pull this one off me… but nothing happened.” He pointed at the lipstick mark.

She gave a little sarcastic laugh.

“I don’t believe you.”

“For fuck’s sake Cheyenne just like the pictures you have, this woman is the same. Nothing happened!”

“It doesn’t feel so good when you are the one pleading and I’m not believing you, is it Jon? Now get the fuck out of my room.”