Chapter 74

The whole entourage were waiting for them when they stopped.

Violet ushered them in and took them too the sitting room. Coffee and biscuits was laid out on the table.

“Ohhh Violet you are a sweetheart…cookies…I love your cookies.!”

She slapped Richie’s hand “ Now, now you just wait right there mister. I may be old but I didn’t miss you sneaking in here and taking a couple! Now let the poor girl have some as well!”

Violet’s love for Richie shone in her face and Richie gave her a pouty mouth. He wrapped his arms around the old woman and hugged her.

“Aaaaw but you love me and I know you always bake a shit load of cookies just for me!”

“Oh you!” She laughed and went to kitchen to get more cookies.

“What did the doctor say Chey…is everything ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just have to see him in six weeks time.”

He look at her , unsure how to put it” The bleeding…it’s not serious ?”

“No, I just strained the stitches, but it fine.”

Jon’s phone rang. By the look on his face Cheyenne knew he knew who was calling.

He stood up. “Hello, Dot.”

He walked out of the sitting room.

“How are the feelings between Jon and… Dot?”

“Well, they are very civil to each other. It was a bit hard on the kids especially with Dot and the new man. But they settled in nicely and the kids like the new guy. Dot and Jon are now good friends actually, but it took Jon a few months to come to terms with the other man in her life.”

“What the fuck?!”

Cheyenne’s hair stood on end the moment she heard Jon’s raised voice drifting in from the foyer.

Richie rolled his eyes ”What the fuck now?”

Jon stormed in with a newspaper in his hands.

“Dot called me to tell me about this.”

He threw the newspaper on the coffee table.

Front page…

Jon, Richie or the whole Bon Jovi?

Clubbing at their regular club, the members of Bon Jovi were seen enjoying themselves with an unknown beauty. Richie Sambora started the night with the long legged brunette and Jon Bon Jovi ended the night with a sultry slow dance that nearly turned the club on fire. He could barely keep his hand of her …assets.

Who is this mysterious woman and who is the special man in her life, is it Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora or the whole Bon Jovi band?

There was a pic with her and Richie dancing. His hands on her hips and she dancing with her back against his body. They were smiling and anyone could see that it was all in good fun. The second pic was of her and Jon dancing and he grabbing her ass. The look on his face took her breath away, it spoke of lust and longing. It was so obvious what was going on in his mind. Then there were pics where she was sitting with the band in the so called private sittingroom. They were all laughing.

The article made her feel cheap and dirty. She doing the whole band? God what would people think of her? What did Dot tell Jon?

Jon looked pissed and Richie just sat back and grabbed another cookie. He didn’t have a care in the world.

“Fuck them bro, why get so upset about it? You know they will do anything to get some dirt on us.”

“Cheyenne doing the whole Bon Jovi?! I think I have to speak to this shit faced reporter.”

He flipped open his phone.

“Yeah Obie, I saw it. Listen get me the number for this fucker. I think he needs a piece of my mind”

Cheyenne just sat there, not sure what to do or say.

“I’m sorry about this guys.”

“No need for you to be sorry darlin’. Mr. Bon Jovi here is going to sort this out and maybe if that guy is lucky he would be able to get a job on the other side of the world…IF he’s lucky.”

Jon walked out.

“Long legged brunette hey? I didn’t even notice your legs. I’ve been staring at your ass the whole time!”

Cheyenne laughed and grabbed her sides.

“Oh God Richie you are just too much you know that!”

“Well, I personally think they don’t look too long in the pic. But shit we do look hot on the pic don’t we?” He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Richie next to you not too many things look very tall. You tower above me , so yeah I do kinda look short don’t I? You think we look hot, let me take a look again…Oh shit you better stop my ribs are killing me! ”

Cheyenne was holding the paper in her one hand and holding her ribs with the other.

“Yeah, and Jon looks like he wants eat you alive. I wondered what Dot had to say. I think its payback time! His hands seemed to be glued to your ass! I told you, you had a good ass….see?” He was pointing to the picture.

“Oh, God Richie pleeeaaase stop. You’re killing me shiiiiit”

He put his hands on her sides just as Jon did earlier that day. But one look into his mischievous eyes made her laugh all over again.

“You are so damn wicked Mr. Sambora!”

She put her hands on top of his and tried to breath slowly to try and calm down. She closed her eyes, so she won’t be able to see the devils dancing in those eyes.

Jon walked in and gave them a dirty look.

“What was all the giggling about? You are going to hurt yourself all over again. Richie are you being an ass again?”

“Me, never.”

And with that Cheyenne and Richie started laughing again leaving a confused look on Jon’s face.

“I know you asshole, you take nothing seriously. Now take your hands off her or I’ll have to whip your ass.” Jon’s eyes were twinkling.

“Hey, you heard what they said, she ‘s here for the whole band. It’s my turn now!”