Chapter 236

Jon’s face turned an ashen color. It felt like something slapped him in the face as her words sunk in.

Fucking great! Now look what his fucking attitude brought him! He felt a sudden panic at the thought of losing her.

For the rest of the day Jon seemed more quiet and distant.

Maybe she was only bluffing…

Cheyenne sat on the porch staring at the place she fell in love it, trying to lock it up in her mind. She picked up her phone and called Stacey.

“Heya my buddy!”

“Hey Stace, how are you? I have to as you a favour, would you mind taking me in for a while?”

Stacey gasped. Shocked at Cheyenne soft voice, knowing that she would start crying any minute now.

“Honey what is wrong?”

‘Long story girl, long story. But I need to get away from her for a while..”

“Of cause sweetie how can you even ask?”

“I’ll be there in about two days. You don’t have to get me at the airpo..”

“Bull shit! I’ll come and get you! Is there anything I can do?”

‘Yeah there is. Give Richie a call and say you’ll marry him. He loves you Stace, Heather tried her best to come between you two. Don’t give her the satisfaction and ruin your and Richie’s life in the process. Life is short, make the most of it…”

Cheyenne’s words played over and over in her mind…

Cheyenne sat a while staring at the river, loving every moment she spent at this place.

Jon stood in the shadows watching her, she was actually leaving him, but she said it was only for while. Maybe it would be a good thing for either of them to clear their heads.

Her words ripped his guts out and some unseen monster trampled on it. Why would she tell Stacey to call Richie? Did she decide not to pursue their relationship?

Cheyenne grabbed at her side, rubbing slightly as the pain coursed through her, as if on cue the nauseating feeling washed over her and she rushed inside, leaving Jon standing there. Her violent vomiting reached his ears and for a moment he wanted to go after her and make sure she’s ok.

His pride got in the way once again and he turned around and walked to his car, heading for his favourite bar in town.

Cheyenne started pacing as soon as she felt human again.

She sat down and wrote a letter to Violet, Richie and lastly Jon.

It was late when she turned out the lights.

She fell into a deep sleep. Dreaming of Jon as he held her, kiss her and made love to her until she screamed.

Jon came back from the bar, slightly tipsy but still sober enough to know his actions.

He drove into his driveway, the cottage calling out to him.

He turned towards the little cottage, unlock the door with his key and slipped inside.

She was fast asleep, she had kicked the covers off and was lying in a satin nightie. Her soft curves beckoning him to come closer.

His hand slid over the satin, outlining her curves. She didn’t move as he lay on the bed next to her, stroking her cheek. She turned her face towards his hand, a sigh escaping her lips.