Chapter Eighteen

Looking at Antonia I could not believe the audacity of the women. With her long blonde hair left to lay loose, her low cut top, mini skirt and boots, and a truck load of make up, she derived that she looked hot.

 

Truth be known to me apart from despising her; I would equate her with being a street walker.

Trying to push past me, I held firm.

"You aint getting in there so back the fuck off, and what is your fucking problem huh?, why the blackmail?" I wanted answers but like before she ignored me, her response related to me leaving her out in the passageway.

"Oh c'mon, your not gonna leave Lil ol me out here are you?" she tried again to get past, but I stood firm blocking her attempt.

"You bet your sweet ass I am, what is it gonna take for you to realise I want nothing to do with you, and what's more I never will."

She stared at me with a hurt expression on her face,

"for the love of god," I shook my head in disbelief, and without speaking another word to her, I pulled my cell from my pocket, and dialed the front desk. The phone was answered quickly,

 " Good Morning The Ritz Carlton, Angelina speaking, How may I help you?"

"Yeah, good morning Angelina, please can you put me through to reception, this is Jon Bon Jovi in the penthouse,"

"Certainly sir, one moment please...." the beeps and short music interlude played in my ear, until I heard the phone being answered "reception "

I was watching Antonia closely while I spoke,
"  Yeah, good morning, please can you send security to the penthouse suite, it's Jon Bon Jovi, I've an intruder in my suite."

"would you like the police to attend also sir?"

Knowing she had not got into my actual apartment I declined the police, answering the receptionist "no, just security and the manager."

"right away sir."

 

Ending the call I slipped the phone back into my pocket, then just stood staring at her.

The arrogance she showed with her rye smile, and leaning back against the passage way wall, was totally unbelievable, and extremely uncomfortable, what worried me was I never knew what her next move could be and that smile was very un nerving, either way and no matter what crap she tried I wanted her out of my sight and hotel. 

hearing the elevator arrive, I figured it was seconds before she would be removed, by security and the manager, but until she was gone I did not want to sigh in relief, just in case. 

she glanced to the left as the elevator doors opened and security and the manager walked out and came toward her.

The manager spoke to me first, and eyed Antonia up and down, evidently impressed with how she looked and was dressed, equally he gave me a look to say I must be crazy to turn a girl like that away, the security guard who's name was Gene, as noted on his badge, stood just behind Gary, but said nothing. 

"Mr Jovi, good morning again sir, how can I help you?" 

I could not decide if Antonia was a bigger annoyance or the stupidity of the manager. 

Trying to keep my temper in check I replied, although with sarcasm. 

"are you for fucking real?" 

"I'm sorry sir, there really is no need for that type of language, I will assist you happily, but without your sarcasm please, I received a call to say you required my service, and that of security too, so please explain" 

Taking a real deep breath I exhaled and counted from ten back to one in my mind to halt the rising wrath of my Italian temper inside, I failed. 

"You dumb ass muther fucking assole, I have an intruder, trying to invade my privacy which your staff allowed to happen despite my requests to see no one unless you were told otherwise." 

I paused and  after taking a breath continued, 

" I rang front desk and told them what the problem was, so don't fucking lay it on you don't know why you're here, just get this muther fucking bitch away from me, my band and my room, Now!"  then stepping back inside my room I slammed the door shut.

With my heart pounding at a million beats a second, I sought my wine, grabbed my cigarettes and went out on the balcony. 

Lighting my cigarette I inhaled and held the smoke in, before letting it out, standing and looking out at the city I tried hard to calm down. 

Lost in thought I didn't hear my cell ring, it was only as I pulled it from my pants pocket to call Alex our driver to come get me and take me to my lawyer I noticed a missed call from Dot.

I returned the call and stood waiting for her to answer, she didn't and after five rings it went to her voice message. 

hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes, " Hey, you know the drill, speak after the beep, thanks" I was going to leave a message but feeling as pissed and now emotional as I did I left it and ended the call. 

Placing my cell on the balcony table I finished my cigarette and wine and went back inside my room, sitting on the plush sofa I laid my head back and closed my eye's, again trying to figure how all this shit got started, and to take a five minute breather, before calling Alex. 

I don't remember much more and I guess I must have fallen asleep, as the hotel room phone was ringing, rising I walked across to the desk and answered, 

"yo" 

"Jon?"

"Dot?, hey its nice...." 

"enough with the yada yada, turn on the T.V," 

Picking up the remote I clicked the set on, the usual daytime crap of talk shows was on, I flicked through the channels while dot spoke in my ear, " you got it yet?" 

"no, what channel?" 

"sixty seven, twenty four hour news!" 

I pressed in the numbers on the remote and waited as the tv took a second to catch up, as the chanel aired the newscaster was talking to a women known as women A, and next to her was another women known as women B, they were talking about me, and meeting up for sex when I hit there towns,

I stood looking at the screen in total shock, Dot brought me back to reality. 

"Jon, do you care for me or your kids at all?" 

"of course I do, don't believe this please Dot, i'm begging you? This is horse shit, it's all horse shit" 

Suddenly feeling weak my body began to  crumple, with the latest accusations I moved and sat on the sofa, with my head held low I listened with a broken heart to my wife crying on the phone. 

and for the first time in forever I prayed to god for help.