“ Well, I guess it’s time to take the foxy lady to the airpor….Jon where’s Cheyenne?”
“She’s gone Richie, she’s gone”
“What the fuck did you do to her that made her leave without me? You are a fucking fool, you know that? You never know when you have something good coming your way. She loves you and what do you do. You treat her like shit“
“She doesn’t love me Richie.”
“Fuck yeah!”
“No she doesn’t buddy! She didn’t even want to be here. I forced her, I made that beautiful woman my whore for three days! Shit I’m such a bastard.”
“What the hell are you talking about. Are you high, did you drink something?’
“She is still with Mark, I offered them $ 1 million to sleep with Cheyenne for 3 days. They have financial problems, and I’m so fucking obsessed with her that I had to think of a way to get her for myself. I screwed up Richie, I screwed up big time.”
Richie stood there , not believing what Jon just said. He paid to sleep with Cheyenne? Fucking hell, what’s wrong with Jon, he’s crazy.. he lost it.
Richie met Jon’s eyes. He loved this man as like his own brother, but this he could not forgive him. Cheyenne is a beautiful woman, and he knows she love Jon. She admitted it. And this fucking asshole treating her like a slut. He felt his hands turning into fists, he could smash Jon’s pretty face for doing this to Cheyenne.
“I wouldn’t blame Cheyenne if she doesn’t accept the job offer. God you are such a fucking asshole! I could kill you right where you stand. If I knew what was going on I would have taken this girl for myself and treated her like a fucking lady. Not as a whore. You could have paid for 2 or 3 whores at once for a fraction of what you paid her and no one would have gotten hurt. I hate you for this Jon. I don’t know the man standing here in front of me. You are a total stranger”
Richie turned around and walked out leaving a speechless Jon standing in the middle of the room.
Jon turned to the bar and took a bottle. This is gonna be a long day and the night even longer so he can just as well make friends with this bottle right here. Yeah this was a good bottle to start with. He took his first swig…
Cheyenne sat on Bon Jovi’s private plane, she was crying so much she didn’t even notice the luxury around her. Joe greeted her at the airport, and hugged her close not knowing how to handle all her tears.
The whole flight was like a blur. She slept for a while , woke up a while later, searching for the warm body only to feel the cold realisation sinking in.
It’s over. Now it’s back to reality, cold hard reality.
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