“Come in.” Cheyenne gasped and tried to move away from him. He just held her, not batting an eyelid. She stopped struggling, toO afraid to embarrass herself even more.
“Violet walked in with Richie right behind her. She carried a tray with delicious smelling breakfast and coffee.
Cheyenne felt herself cringe when Richie’s eyes rested on her blushing cheeks.
“I’m gone for a few days and you steal my girl! Fucking great…ouch..sorry Violet”
She gave him a slap and a dirty stare the moment he uttered the fuck word.
He gave her a wounded look but when she turned away he stuck out his tongue at her. Cheyenne started giggling and Violet turned towards her.
“He just stuck his tongue out at me, didn’t he?”
“Yep, he did.” Jon laid back. This he had to see..
Violet turned towards Richie and Richie stepped back.
‘I’m sorry honey, but I’m a rockstar I need to use the fuck word now and again. What would people think of me when I use words like oh bugger and shucks? I’ll be the laughing stock of the world! I need to show them my tough side… ya know? Now if I gave you a really big hug to say I’m sorry. Will I get some breakfast too?”
Violet had a huge frown on her forehead but her eyes twinkled like stars.
“You better give me a hug, or else you will never get any food from me again, and I’ll tell the maids to stay out of your room and you can clean the mess yourself!”
He hugged her quite desperately, ”All those things because of the little fuck word? Fuck me!”
“RICHIE!”
“Oh,shit sorry honey…” He made puppy eyes at her. She laughed, shook her head and walked out.
“Well, well by the looks of Cheyenne’s mussed up hair , it seems its been a busy night for the two of you?”
Cheyenne blushed up to her hair roots. Jon looked at Richie, a smug look on his face.
“Yeah, sure we had a great night, asshole. Why don’t ya go gobble down a plate of breakfast so Cheyenne can have some privacy. You are embarrassing the poor girl. We would like to eat our breakfast before its cold.”
‘Is this shitting-on-Richie’s- head -day today? Ok, I’m going!” He ducked when Jon threw his jeans at Richie ,he blew Cheyenne a kiss and strolled out.
The breakfast was great. Cheyenne took Jon’s robe and walked to her room to take a quick shower. She dressed and walked out to go to the studio.
“Honey!” Cheyenne peeked around the door at Jon.
‘Yeah?”
“Come in for a minute, please.”
His hair was wet from the shower and his eyes were a light blue. He was only dressed in jeans. He turned around to look for a shirt and turned his back to display the scratches.
‘Oh, God your back looks horrible!”
“Fuck me!”
Cheyenne whipped around and saw Richie standing in the door, his eyes on Jon’s back.
“Fucking hell, did a wild cat attack you or something?”
“Yeah, a wild cat attacked me alright. Her name is Cheyenne.”
Cheyenne groaned and looked up to the ceiling. She was never going to outlive this one.
“Well, well, well. I guess you’re doing something right Jonny boy! Shit what I wouldn’t give for a few scratches on my back! I just get the screams and hickies.”
Richie looked at Cheyenne. “Quite a wild cat , Chey? I knew I should have kept you to myself!”
‘Rich, what can I say? You were too slow. I have a lot of stuff to do”
“Baby, I want you to know we are leaving tomorrow. We are going to Nashville for the new cd. But we will be back on Friday.”
“Well, now that you guys are going. I guess you wouldn’t need me. Stacey wants me to help her choose a wedding dress. Would it be ok if I go?”
“Sure, baby. Just make sure you’re back on Friday. I want you to meet my kids.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She leaned forward and kissed him.
“Ok, I’m still here. Should I leave and close the door or are we going the threesome way?”
“You would be so lucky and I would be so drunk!” Cheyenne walked up to Richie , stood on her toes and kissed his cheek.
Jon burst out laughing.
“That’s my girl! Sorry buddy the lady has spoken.”
Richie grabbed Cheyenne and tickled her until she almost peed herself.
“Little miss wise ass, I see!”
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