Chapter thirteen

I stood looking at the TV, unable to comprehend how they knew about everything, I got how they knew about Antonia cause she threatened to spread her lies unless I agreed to her blackmail, but how the fuck did they know about my so called illegitimate child?, what the fuck was going on?.

Stood deep in thought I was interupted when my cell rang in my pocket, reaching inside I pulled it out and looked at the number. It was matt my brother. I answered.
"yo"
"Jon, you got the tv on?"
"Yeah"
"What the fuck?"
"don't believe it Matt, ok I am innocent,"
"really? "
"Yeah, your questioning me? since when have you been declared judge n fucking jury?"
"look, bro, sorry, ok?, but fuck those pictures and the baby is the sitting image of ya?"
"right so that makes me guilty then eh?"
"no, but how do you explain it?"
I was feeling real pissed with matty cause the question's he was asking I wasn't avoiding, I just honest to god did not have the answers, so decided to cut the call.
"look matt, I'm busy right now, I'm meeting my lawyer later in Cleveland, so let's leave it till then ok?"

Hearing the tone of my voice Matt backed down,
"Yeah, ok, sure bro, your the boss, I'm here though when you wanna talk"

Ending the call I was still pissed and paced before I got some coffee and went and sat on the sofa and watched the story on the tv.

" Jon Bon Jovi the poster boy of marriage has dropped his title after having two affairs, the earlier of the two creating a baby who is the spitting image of her father, our reporter is at the hotel by MSG awaiting word from Jon or his camp, anything yet Shaun?"

The link switched to the reporter outside my hotel, "no, nothing yet Coral, we tried for an interview with the man earlier, but the hotel manager after talking to Mr Bonjovi reported he is nor doing any interviews right now, and no one in the Bon Jovi camp is available for comment"

Engrossed in the story I jumped when there was a knock on the door, I went to answer, " who's it?"
"Richie man, open up"
Unlocking the door I let him in, "fuck bro you see the news?"
Nodding I pointed at the set, "Wtf, a child where the fuck that spring from?"

"me I'm told."

"You don't remember?"

"No, Rich I don't and what's more I don't remember the women in question who is saying I had a night of passion with her."

"Whoa back the truck up, how you know that and they aint shown no pictures of her just the kid."

reaching inside my back pocket I pulled out the letter and passed it to Rich to read.

"holy fucking shit."

"Yep, I swear to god Rich, I have never seen that women before in my life."

"I have Jon?"

"what?"

"Yeah, I know her"

"How?"

"Hyde Park right?"

"Yeah, "

"Matty brought her back stage after the show, you met her signed an autograph and posed for that picture with her, Matt and I were with ya, Matt was flirting with her, and she was flirting with Matt,  you were polite as always but it showed you wanted some down time so they left with me and came back to my dresser, had a few drinks and she left."

"Great, but that don't explain the baby?, all I know is, I did not sleep with her and that I did not know her."

"well this is my guess, but I would stake a bet on the fact that her and Matt met later and shall we say were intimate?"

 

What Rich said was like a light bulb being switched on, of course, it wasn't my gene's the baby possessed but Matt's, he was a Bongiovi too.

smiling at Richie I felt a small bit of relief, I knew I wasn't crazy, with everything that was happening

I had began to wander if I was in some alternate universe or something.

 

"Question, how the fuck do I let Matt know he's a possible dad?"

"get a paternity test done, both you and him, those test are ninety nine point nine percent accurate, then you will be sure"

"Right so I just go up to Matt and ask him to donate his spit on a bud?"

"for the love of god Jon, for someone so smart you really can be a fucking dumbass muther at times"

"Hey, Sambora"

"You show him the letter and picture, he will remember her for sure, she was a hot babe, then tell him your having a paternity test to prove you aint the kids pop and suggest he do same."

nodding I agreed,

"So, how did you get the letter?"

"oh, yeah, well I went and saw Dot, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I'm guessing it did not go well?"

"well?, Rich, it did not go anywhere, other than Dot not believing me, and dropping this bombshell in my lap."

"Whoa, that aint like Dot, so what's she say?"

"nothing really, she just kept saying I did not mean to hurt her intentionally, and when I asked, and swore I had been faithful she went and got that letter out of the mail desk, but no what don't figure, she had that letter six months ago and kept it hidden?, why the fuck would she do that eh?"

"That's weird man, weird, its like Dot...." Rich stopped mid sentence, "Like Dot what?" he stayed quiet and just kept looking at me.......

"For the love of god Rich what?"