Chapter 21

Cheyenne just sat there blinking, a hysterical giggle working its way up her throat. She looked at Jon to see if he was kidding, but his face was dead serious. Mark was looking at Jon, a shocked expression on his face, it seemed like he was a bit more sober than a few minutes ago.

“I know this is a big thing to consider. So maybe you two should go and think about it and let me know how you feel about it. If you decide to do this I’ll have my lawyer draw up a contract and after the 3 days I will give you the money and you can go on with your lives as normal.”

Cheyenne felt anger and humiliation like she has never felt it before.

“What do you think I am , Jon. A fucking whore? Can’t get laid and know you have to pay me a million dollars to have sex with you. How pathetic of you!”

“ No Cheyenne I can get sex anywhere and everywhere. I am Jon Bon Jovi after all, honey. Women will pay me to have sex with them. But I desire you and I want you. But now I can help you and you can help me. I’m sure 3 days will be more than enough for me to get what I want and to lose interest in you as well.”

Cheyenne stood up and hit Jon as hard as she could, his head whipped backwards. Without looking back she got up and walked to her hotel room, her legs feeling unsteady and a nauseous feeling in her stomach.

She reached the room and fell down on the bed.

How can he treat me like that I’m no ones slut not even Jon Bon Jovi’s!

She ran to the toilet and vomited. Tonight Mark is going to kill me for sure!
Fear was ripping through her like a speed train.

She decided to get into a bath. She needed the warm water to relax her.

When the water got cold she stepped out of the bath. She was just dressed when Mark walked in the room. One look at his face and she saw big shit coming her way. He walked towards her and grabbed her on the arm. Winching from the pain, but didn’t make a sound.

Oh great a new bruise, that’s all I need.

“How in the fuck do you hit Jon in the face! Are you fucking crazy woman. He just offered us one million bucks and you hit him in the face? You crazy bitch. I had to talk to Jon just to make sure he doesn’t change his mind!”

Cheyenne just stood there, confused about the reason he was so angry. Not wanting to believe what she just heard coming out of his mouth.

He was actually considering selling me as a whore for 3 days to Jon Bon Jovi!! Oh my God, has he gone crazy?

“Mark, wait just a minute! Do you actually consider it? Selling me as a cheap whore?’

“ Well, honey not as a cheap whore, one million dollars are not cheap! That’s a lot of money to pay for 3 days worth of screw!”

Cheyenne felt tears burning behind her eyelids.

This is a bad dream, I’m going to wake up any minute now.

Well, she didn’t. She was wide awake, living this nightmare.

“ Oh and by the way I told Jon you would go to his room and apologise for hitting him in the face. Here is the number of his hotel room and I suggest you get your ass moving cause his driver is waiting downstairs for you. I am going to play some more on the tables. And don’t let me come back and find out you didn’t go and apologise”

Mark walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

This man turned into a monster, how could I be so stupid?

Cheyenne got dressed into a tracksuit. Her hair in a ponytail and her face scrubbed clean of any make up. Tears were streaming down her face…

She found the limo waiting outside. Cheyenne felt like she was sleepwalking. The driver opened the door for her. The whole car was smelling of Jon and wine. Panic was setting in and the tears started flowing again.

I’m being sold as a cheap whore! What did I ever do to deserve this?

The trip to the hotel wasn’t very long and when the limo stopped her heart started to thud faster and faster .Her feet felt like lead.

She didn’t have a problem finding the room. It just took a minute or two to get the guts to knock on the door.