Chapter 132

The meeting was an arduous ordeal. His mind wandered back to Megan seeing the hurt in her eyes. The hurt he caused.

He couldn’t get fast enough into the car to get home, hoping she might be awake. He wanted to apologize, telling her how sorry he was, pleading her forgiveness.

Everyone was asleep. He opened the door to her bedroom. Watching her sleeping, feeling the gutwrenching pain as he noticed the streaks of shed tears on her cheeks.  Walking softly towards the bed, he lifted the covers from her feet sliding it up and over her shoulders. Pressing a kiss onto his fingers, he placed it on her soft lips.

“Sorry baby…” his whispered was lost in the four walls of the bedroom.

A movement caught his eye.

Richie stood at the door, watching the tender display.

Jon closed the door behind him,  not yet ready to meet Richie’s gaze.

‘Why don’t you just tell her you love her? Why waste any time, live is short bro….so short.”

“Fuck Rich, I wish I could tell you why. Its like this invisible force works against me, a demon riding on my shoulder. I don’t know anymore….”

“Well you better tell the demon to back the hell off or you might just end up all alone. G’night my brother.”

He sat down on his son’s bed, the picture of innocence as his son hugged the bear next to him. The nightlight reflected on the young face. Would he be there to keep the pain away from his son?  He reached out , stroking the dark hair. Love for his flesh and blood welled up inside him. Strange how parenthood changes a person. Its not all about yourself anymore. There is more to look out for, making his life worthwhile.

Leaning forward he placed a kiss on his forehead. The boy turned his back. Sighing Jon stood up, making his way to his bedroom.

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Dorothea was getting edgy. Jon didn’t return her calls and when he answered, he sounded so standoffish.

Just when she started losing hope, Jon stepped into the right direction. Carol wanted a regular update and was quite irritated by the slow progress.

Jon finally invited her for dinner at his place, so she could meet his son. A bit unsure at how Megan would react, she shoved the thought to one side. Jon wouldn’t allow her to be inhospitable.

Megan just managed to hide her shock when Jon informed her to cook for Dorothea as well. He watched her for any reaction but was disappointed. He felt another stab in his heart. It didn’t faze her one bit!

Jon stalked off to his studio, poor Richie suffering the brunt of his frustrations.

Megan  then decided against cooking. He had maids, why go through all the trouble to entertain his girlfriend?!

Going to the kitchen, she informed them of the dinner plans. Grabbed her handbag and was off to a lazy day at some or other spa.

Jon saw her pulled out the garage. Fear clutched his heart for a moment as he stood there watching her as she drove down the lane. Did he push her too far this time?

He pressed speeddial and clutched the phone desperately to his ear.

“Hello.” Megan knew it was Jon.

“Uuum..you still remember about tonights arrangements?”

White hot fury blazed though her.

“Yes, Jon. I know about it. I gave the maids the instructions. They can do dinner. It wasn’t part of the deal was it? To cook?”

Sarcasm dripped from her like honey from a honeycomb.

“No..no of cause not.”

He was hoping she would mention where she was going. She didn’t.

“Anything else?”

“No. Just thought I’d check with you….eeerrr… where are you going?”

“Oh God! Now I have to report to you as well? Am I a damn captive? Where I go and what I do is my business. I don’t call you everytime your ass hit the carseat.”

He walked into that one. He had a good idea where she was going to…FUCK!

“Just make sure you are back in time.” His voice had lost all warmth.

“Don’t tempt me Jon….” The phone went dead.

And what the hell did that mean? Was he going to come on time or openly defy his wishes?! Sometimes he had this uncontrollable urge to throttle her!

Calling her mother, she arranged with her to take care of Jaden for the day. Now she’ll make damn sure she’s late!

~~

Megan opened the doors to the spa.

 He was such an asshole sometimes! Expecting she must entertain his damn girlfriend. Flashes of her youth taunted her.

Jon laying on top of Dorothea, his shirt halfway off his shoulders, his face between her breasts..shaking her head violently she smiled at the receptionist.

“Hello. I’m Megan Lyons. I called a few minutes ago.”

“Oh yes, please follow me.”

This was just what she needed.

In the meantime a chestnut haired man with haunted blue eyes, stared into space, his fingers rapping the pen rhythmically on the table, his friend sitting next to him forgotten.

“Ahhem..Jon?”

“Oh, yeah..where were we?”