Chapter 140

Dorothea froze in shock. He was throbbing between her clenched thighs, his breathing harsh.

What did he just call me?!

She felt her passion slip away. God! He thought she was Megan! That’s why his lovemaking felt different, wilder…more loving…

With one mighty shove on his chest he was off her, sprawling onto the bed. Jon uttered a shocked jowl, his eyes blinking at the unexpected treatment.

“Baabyyyy?! What did I do?”

Tears streamed down her face and at that moment she felt hatred towards Megan growing like a cancerous tumor.

“I think you need your sleep. I’m going to make us some coffee.”

She knew that by the time she came back he would probably be out cold. She had to admit she was quite impressed that he even managed to get it up in his condition!

“Well, ok baby but don’t be long now. I have something for you.”

Cupping himself just to show her what he means, she turned her face away.

“Yeah, sure cowboy.”

She came back later, finding a snoring Jon sprawled on her bed. 

Taking her coffee to the sitting room she let her mind run.

Should she call it quits? It was quite obvious that he had fallen hard for this woman!

Carol’s face loomed into view. …get pregnant.

Staring at the ticking clock, fighting an almighty battle with herself, she decided. She’ll fight for him, it might not be a clean fight…but she’s gonna fight for him.

Walking into the bedroom, she slid her robe towards the floor, Throwing the cover over Jon, she snuggled in close, closing her eyes.

~~

Jon cracked one eye open.

Holy fuck! His head was splitting! He closed his eyes again, turning towards the warm body holding on to him so sweetly.

She turned towards his sliding hands, moaning in her sleep.

Something wasn’t right! Her breasts were too small, the perfume…Oh fuck! This was NOT Megan’s scent! Almost falling out of the bed, he reared back, eyeing the woman suspiciously.

Dorothea was laying naked as a jaybird on the bed. Staring through bloodshot eyes, he took in his surroundings.

Oh hell, he was at her place! What the fuck happened. Looking down at himself, he groaned as if in pain.

He didn’t, did he? Standing up in one fluent motion he , tiptoed around the room, gathering his strewn clothes. By the look of it, it got quite hot and heavy…

He dressed as fast as his hungover body would allow and stumbled from the house, cursing himself for not having his shades. Oh well shit what did you expect asshole! You went out for a drink and screwed you ex girlfriend! Fucking brilliant! Megan will never forgive him for that!

Megan and Richie were having breakfast, when they heard the front door.

Two  pairs of dark eyes stared at each other. Megan lowered her gaze first, trying to concentrate on her breakfast.

Jon appeared at the door. He looked like death warmed over. His eyes were now firmly shaded, his shirt hung from his pants, the buttons undone down to his waist, his jeans crumpled. He reeked even from where he stood.

“Morning.”

Megan & Richie’s greeting was less than enthusiastic.

Heading for the kitchen, they heard him scampering through the cupboard, obviously in search of something to ease the hangover.

“Maybe I should help him.”

Richie walked towards a cupboard.

“I looked there al…..thanx.”

Folding his arms he gave Jon a once over.

“You are in the house, take off your shades, Jon.”

Popping some tablets in his mouth he washed it down.  His eyes were horribly bloodshot, the scruff on his chin made Richie think of their younger, reckless years.

“Spent the night with Dorothea?”

“Uhuh.”

“Was it planned?”

Throwing his hands up in the air he cried out.

“Does it look to you as if it was planned?!” he grabbed his temples in pain.

Jon didn’t know how much he had just lost and to be honest he wasn’t in the mood to tell him either.

“My breakfast is getting cold.” He turned and walked out.

Not ready to face Megan, he filled a cup with some strongly brewed coffee, drinking it as he stared out the window.

He heard a soft rustle and turned around.

Megan seemed frail to him and the fact that she didn’t meet his eyes gnawed at him even more.

“I left you some breakfast. Don’t know if you would be hungry.”

“Thanks….Meg…”

“Please Jon, not now. I don’t feel too  well, so please not now.”

She left him in the kitchen.

~~

Dorothea woke up to an empty bed.

Smiling she laid back, grabbing the pillow that was covered in Jon’s scent.

“Lets see how she takes this Jonny boy. Somehow I don’t think she is the forgiving kind. Just what I need.”