Chapter 229

Cheyenne stared at Jon, a shocked look on her face.

What the hell was he talking about? Richie? Other men?

Realisation dawned.

Oh holy God. Did he find out about Kenny?

“Jon please talk to me. Tell me what is wrong honey, please?”

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, the hurt in his eyes shredding her insides.

“Please don’t call me honey. I’m Jon remember? Don’t get confused with me and Richie or Kenny or whatever their names are.”

Her heart sank in her shoes. He definitely knows something about Kenny.

“Why are you saying this Jon? You are drunk. Maybe we should discuss this when you are sober and..”

“I want to discuss this right here, right now!” He shouted at her and she backed up.

This was the father of her babies. How would he ever believe that they are his? He obviously thinks she is having an affair with Richie or whoever!

“Ok, we discuss it here and now. But you stop staring at your glass this instant, look at me and please there is no need to shout. I’m right here..”

He had a big brown envelope with him. He picked it up and threw it at her, hatred burning in his eyes.

“Me first. Explain this….”

The envelope opened and pictures flew through the air, landing all around Cheyenne.

“YOU’RE SPYING ON ME!!!!”

She sat down on her knees, picking each picture up, looking at it disbelievingly.

Hundreds of photos of her and Richie!

“Actually it cost me a shit load of money to keep this out of the tabloids. I didn’t think it would be a good thing to see Jon Bon Jovi’s fiancé acting like a cheap whore and entertaining two of the band members. I don’t like to look like a fucking idiot either.”

He started drinking straight from the bottle.

“Jon, how could you believe this? “

His eyes widened.

“Look at it Cheyenne for fuck’s sake. Its right there! You and Richie acting like horny fucking teenagers. Oh yeah and another thing.”

He stormed towards her and Cheyenne winched, waiting for the blow. But the blow never came.

She felt his hand curl around her precious necklace and jerked it from her neck, the pendant flying through the air.

Cheyenne’s heartbroken cry echoed through the air.

‘I will not tolerate any man’s payment or whatever the fuck you call it, on you. Do you fucking understand me?”

She fell to her knees and started looking for the pendant.

She found it and clutched it closely to her breasts. Jon just stood there, staring at her on the floor.

Tears spilled down her cheeks and sobs shook through her body.

Cheyenne’s tears were ripping his guts apart. He wanted to hate her, choke her but fuck knows he loved her.

He reached out to help her up, but she slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me…”

She stood up and head for the door.

Jon gave a few steps, reaching her he yanked her back again. This time she ended up against his hard chest.

‘Why, baby? Why? Wasn’t I good enough? Where did I go wrong, tell me for God’s sake?” The hate in his eyes were gone, only pain and regret shone from them.

Cheyenne felt the world spin and a cold blackness pulled at her.

“Oh God, Cheyenne! Baby..please…”

“What the fuck?” Richie’s voice boomed from the door.