Chapter 205

Cheyenne was lying on the bed, thrashing as a horrible fever coursed through her body. The sheet was soaking wet and her throat was on fire.

She heard her phone ring in her feverish haze, but didn’t pick it up.

Richie came in, worried as he heard the phone ringing and Cheyenne not answering it.

“Hello? Hey bro! No she’s here with me, but she doesn’t look too well. The sheets are soaked , seems like her fever is getting the best of her. No…she’ll be fine Jon..listen to me for God’s sake she will be just fine. She has her meds, it sometimes gets worse before it gets better no need to rush back. Finish your business , we’ll be waiting. Violet makes sure that she eats and takes her meds…so stop worrying she’s in good hands. Do you wanna say hi?”

Richie helped her sit up.

“Sweetheart, it’s Jon. He wants to say hi.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, a cough ripped through her and she grabbed at her chest.

“Hey, rock star.”

“Holy fuck! Baby you sound horrible. Do you need me to come home?”

“No..no please. Richie is taking good care of me. Violet is like a mother hen.. I’m well looked after. “

“Baby, I love you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. There haven’t been any police at my door, so I take it you convinced him it wasn’t abuse?” His voice was low and sexy.

‘No, but it was quite embarrassing , laying there and him seeing every mark. I will get you back for this.” She started coughing violently and Richie took the phone from her.

“Tell him I love him.” She managed before she went into a coughing fit again.

“She says she loves you. Listen bro I’m going to hang up so I can get her something to help ease the fever. Talk soon,k?’

He put the phone down and disappeared for awhile. She laid back against the pillows her chest aching and her skin on fire.

Richie came back with a bowl of water and a cloth.

He sponged her down, every stroke of the cool cloth bringing some relief.

She stood up a while later, putting on the clean nightie. Coming back she found Richie making up the bed with clean sheets. Two glasses of orange juice stood on the nightstand.

“You are so sweet. Thanx Rich.”

She climbed back into the bed, drawing the covers up to her knees. She felt a bit better although her throat and chest were killing her.

She reached for the glass and patted next to her. Richie sat down and took the glass from her. She sipped at the cool refreshment, the liquid soothing her burning throat.

Richie’s eyes zoomed in on her exposed skin on her shoulder.

‘What the fuck?”

He reached and touched the bruise and collection of love bites on her shoulders.

Cheyenne felt herself burning again and this time it had nothing to do with her fever.

“This is what you two were talking about. Good God, Chey! Did Jon maul you or something?’

She giggled at his big eyes.

“I have a sensitive skin, that’s all.”

He laid back against the pillow, looking at her with a shit faced grin on his face.

“Your body is covered with this aint it?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“Let me see..”

“Richie! No..I”

“Arggh shit Chey…its me.. c’mon show me…” He was moving towards her as she turned her back. He slipped the straps from her shoulders.

‘Holy shit, honey! Did he tie you down and literally set out to see how many lovebites and bruises he could get on you in the shortest time possible?”

“Are you being a wise ass now?”

He slipped the straps back on her shoulders.

‘What did doc say.?”

“He though it was hilarious.” Her smile wavered a bit.

Richie caught the small change.

“What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing serious. He wants me to make an appointment to see the gynae.”

Richie stiffened, the lazy look gone.

“Something wrong?”

“Listen Richie I know I have asked you to keep the Kenny thing from Jon but I don’t want Jon to know about this. I don’t want him to worry about nothing. Please?”

“Ok, ok just tell me.”

“He said my tummy feels a bit swollen and I winched when he applied pressure.”

“You think it could be the rough night you two had that caused that?” There was no time for beating around the bush .

She smiled at Richie, “You are direct aren’t you? I asked him and he said its possible but he wants me to make sure everything is ok.”

“I hope you take this seriously.”

“I do. I’ll make an appointment soon.”