Chapter 59

Jon woke up, searching for her. Fuck it has been a week already and I’m still looking for her in my bed.

It feels like ages ago since I held her in my arms and breathed her hair.

He felt himself getting hard. Fuck this I’m going to call her, I need to hear her voice, and why didn’t she call back with an answer yet?

He punched in the numbers and waited to hear her sweet voice.

Cheyenne’s phone rang, who could that be?…it’s Richie!

“Heya Rich, hell I missed your voice, I have something to tell you!”

“Hello, baby.”

Cheyenne’s knees buckled and with a thud she was on the couch.

“Jon! I… uuummm hi how are you?”

“I’m just fine, you sound a bit off. Wishing it was Richie calling you?”

Jon stomach turned the moment he heard her saying Richie’s name.

‘Uum, no! I’m sorry I thought it was Richie calling. How are you, you guys been busy?”

Oh God his voice sounds so sexy! I wish I could reach through the phone and touch him.

“Yeah, we have been busy, Richie and I are busy writing songs for a new cd coming out. Did you get the cheque?”

“Yes, I did thank you.” Shit I’m so tongue tied I don’t know what to say to him.

“Have you decided about the offer?”

“Uum, I’ve been thinking about it but there’s one thing I want to know first…Can I bring my dog with me?”

Jon started lauging “Is that the big question? God honey you nearly had me going there. How big is this mutt?”

“She is not a mutt. Her name is Shelby and she’s a pedigreed Labrador.”

“Well, baby if you tell me you accept I’ll put a whole zoo up for you…”

He heard her gasp on the other side and the familiar heat settled in his pants.

“Don’t do that, baby… you’ll make me fly over there and make love to you until you won’ be able to walk for a week. Oh, shit I miss you. Please say you’ll come to Jersey, you can bring your damn pedigreed Labrador with you, hell you can bring anything you want to, just come to me?”

The pleading in Jon’s voice made her knees so weak , her heart was pounding in her ears…

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Jon, I have to see who’s at the door. I’ll speak to you later, ok? Tell Richie I’ll see him in a few days..”

Why does the name Richie always come up, FUCK he wanted her answer. He is going to call her back in a while. He will not give up, she WILL come to Jersey, even if he had to drag her by the hair!

Cheyenne opened the door and when she saw Mark’s drunken face in front of her , she tried to slam it in his face. Too late, Mark anticipated the move and put his foot in the door.

“Well , you haven’t told me about the 3 days with the rock star.”

He pushed the door open, walked in , turned around and locked it.

Adrenalin rushed through her veins.

Please God not his!

Mark walked towards her and Cheyenne retreated until she felt her back against the wall. He was reeking of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot.

“Mark, you are drunk. Please go home to your girlfriend. This isn’t your place anymore.”

He grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward, the pain was unbearable.

“Tell me Cheyenne was he a better lay than I were? Did you fuck his brains out?”

“Mark. Please don’t do this! It’s over. You got your money what more do you want from me?”

He slapped her and her head jerked back against the wall. She felt dizzy and blood dripped from her lip.

“I asked you a question. Did you fuck his brains out? How did it feel to play whore for Jon Bon Jovi? Answer me!”

“Yes, Mark I did.”

“Did what, fuck his brains out or liked to be his whore?”

His fist hit her in the stomach. She doubled over and he grabbed her by the hair, jerking her back so hard that her head hit the wall again.

“Yes, Mark I fucked his brains out, I liked being his whore and yes he was a fucking good lay, better than you ever were! Happy now you bastard?”

She saw the murder in his eyes and knew this time she is going to feel it big time, she immediately regretted her words... Cheyenne closed her eyes and waited for the blow.

Mark grabbed her and threw her on the ground. Shelby came out of nowhere and tried to save her owner. Mark kicked out . Cheyenne hear her beloved pet’s cries of pain and tears started falling, but the dog wouldn’t give up!

“Mark why do you do this, you don’t want me? Just go and let us be.”

Mark wanted to take his anger out on Shelby and Cheyenne took hold of his leg and jerked it, trying to take his attention off the poor animal.

Mark turned around and glared at her, lying on the floor.

“You seemed to forget, how good I was. Maybe I should remind you.”

Realisation dawned and Cheyenne started to beg.

“Too late now, you will remember this till the day you die.”

Cheyenne felt her shirt rip. Mark put his hands around her throat and squeezed.

The last thing she remembered was Mark’s weight on her and Shelby’s cries of pain.