Chapter 16: The Breakfast Club.

".....please leave a message after the tone....." beep 'Hello Mr Bon Jovi, this is Sargent Brown of the metropolitan police. We have found the young girl's family if you could contact us as soon as possible that would be appreciated...."

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Jon stepped into the shower, turning the water on he winced at it started out cold.
Putting his hands on the wall he let the water run over his body.
Just a bit of morning wood nothing to do with her. Just been a little while is all.
He poured a good amount of shampoo on his palm and started massaging it into his hair.
Anyway they'll find her family and we will go our separate ways forever. That'll sort that little issue out once and for all.

Realising he had been stood rubbing shampoo in his hair for the past 5 minutes as he rationalised things in his head, he quickly rinsed and got out of the shower. Grabbing a towel from the rack he thought he'd go order them both some breakfast.

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Stretching her body right out just luxuriating in the king size bed, she resigned herself to getting up.
Looking at herself in the mirror she flinched at the red-blue bruise on her forehead. It wasn't as sore as it looked, but it did appear she had gone ten rounds with Lennox Lewis...and not won.
Tying her hair back, she just shrugged and jumped in the shower.
A brisk 5 minutes later she was dry and ready to face the day...but that bruise...
Hmmm how to cover a bruise...well i don't have a fringe, it's going to have to be make up.
Opening the bathroom cabinet she retreived the complimentary make up bag and took out a couple of paracetamols to soothe the dull ache in her head.
They really do provide everything she thought as she rifled through the bag.
She pulled out a thimble sized pot of foundation.
'Ok well it may take the edge off' she said to herself as she smoothed it on her face.

She was just finishing off the rest of her make up when there was a light knock on the door.
'Hey Shorty! Hurry up in there i bring.....'
She opened the bathroom door before he could finish. To find Jon arms crossed leaning on the doorframe, he wore a black short sleeved shirt and battered stonewashed jeans.
Well hello there she thought to herself as she looked him up and down subtly.
'Hey' he smiled to her.
'Hey yourself...What do you think?' she asked pointing to her forehead.
'I think ouch! Is that as painful as it looks?' Jon said screwing his face up in sympathetic pain.
'Damn. And there was me thing i did a good job of covering it up!' She laughed. 'Don't worry it's not as painful as it looks.'
'Good'. Jon smiled to her. 'Well i hope you have a good appetite i ordered pretty much everything for breakfast!' he said as they both walked through to the living room of the suite.

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After enjoying a hearty breakfast and chatting about the world and his dog. They sat on the balcony of the suite taking in the morning sunshine.
'SHIT!' Jon suddenly exclaimed. 'There was a phonecall just as i was getting in the shower. I let the machine get it.'
He rose from his chair and wandered to the telephone to see iof any messages had been left.
Sure enough he listened to the statement the policeman had made earlier that morning.
Well that's it. Time to say goodbye i guess.
He dialled in the number the officer had left and spoke to the same Sargent Brown. He told Jon they had received a phone call from her brother, which had been verified. Jon offered to take her home as it was just in Surrey, not a long drive away, and it had been settled.

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Jon walked back through to the living area of the suite, the sliding door to the balcony area was open and the curtains were blowing in the warm breeze.
Stopping short of the door he stopped for a moment...
He could see her reclining on one of the patio chairs, her legs stretched out before her, she absent mindedly played with her hair. Dressed in her bon jovi t shirt from the day before and the shorts he had lent her, she was still a sight for his sore eyes.

'Hey' he said as he walked back out.
'Hey Jon i had a great thought...' she said as he walked to the patio chair opposite.
'...you could support the stones. You could sort it for me to meet the band.'
'Is that all i am to you? A chance for a backstage pass?' he laughed. 'Anyway what's old Mick gonna say when you tell him you only like the older stuff?'
She pulled a face and stretched her neck back to feel the sun on her face.

'Hey listen though' Jon said. 'That phonecall, they've found your family'.
She looked at him in the face, slowly taking her feet off the table and onto the floor.
'You live in surrey, i know you've got at least one brother and your whole family is really worried about you.'
She looked down from his face, just taking it all in.
Jon looked at her, tilting his head to the side he said 'aren't you pleased?'
Looking up and smiling 'Yeah i am, but it's weird i'm a bit nervous' she replied.
'Well you better go get your stuff together 'cause i said i'd take you back.'
She stood and turned to go through the balcony doors.
'By the way' he said.
She turned to look at him once more. He stood and held out his hand as if to shake hers.
'It's nice to meet you Ruby.'

Chapter 15: Night Moves

*Knock knock*
Urgh what time is it? Who the hell is that?
'Can i come in?'
Oh my god...it's her....
'erm sure come on in.'
The door opened slowly and there she stood in the T shirt and shorts he loaned her.
'I was all lonely by myself'
Okay this feels like a come on to me....
'Fancy keeping me company?' she said closing the door behind her.
Where was she hiding this sultry side?
'S....sure....erm, here you take the bed if you want...'
He started to get up from the bed.
'Come now Jon we both know what i'm here for.....'
She replied. Moving towards him, inches away, she placed her hand on his chest.
'And it's not to tell ghost stories and sleep tops to tails. Well, maybe later' she smirked.
She pushed firmly on his chest, forcing him to sit down.
'Shorty...I didn't think we were going to...'
He tried to stop her, but his hands just wouldn't do what his brain was telling them to do.
'Shhh' she whispered as she pressed her finger to his lip.
She began to trace her finger down his chin, across his neck. Setting his nerve endings on fire. Onwards her wayward finger went, down his smooth chest...until she stopped centimetres above where he needed her.
She backed away just slightly from him and her hands reached for the bottom of the oversized shirt. Pulling it up and over her taut white stomach...ever so slowly...tortuously slow...until she finally pulled it up over her head.
Damn.
He reached for her then placing a hand on each side of her waist.
God she's beautiful, clothes do not do her justice.
With that thought he pulled her close to him between his thighs. Close, but not close enough.
His hands moved lower, caressing her sides until he reached the waistband of the shorts and he brought those down too. Until she stood before him totally naked.
He couldn't stand it anymore, all the anticipation, all the electricty....it was pent up inside of him and he needed release. He put his hands on her waist once more and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling over with her so he lay ontop of her.
'God i've needed this...you....since i saw you.' he said almost panting.
Leaning down with one hand on the bed by her head supporting him he kissed her fully on the lips, while his other hand was busy trying to pull down his sweatpants.

'Hey man what can i say i guess you haven't lost the old mojo after all!

What the? 'Fuck Richie what the hell are you doing in here?'
Richie stood by the side of his bed arms crossed looking at them.
She reached up to pull his head to focus on her again...
'Jon i can't wait anymore i need...'
*BRIIIINNNG BRIIIINNNG*

Jon sat bolt upright.
'Richie get out she needs....' Jon wiped the sleep from his eyes. 'Well shit.'
That was one hell of a dream...
*BRIIIINNNG BRIIIINNNG*
'Ahh fuck off'
He didn't want a phone call now, with his mind full of....'impure thoughts', covered in sweat and a bad case of morning glory. He decided to let it go through to the message system as he wandered into the bathroom.
God i need an ice cold shower or something.

Chapter 14: All talk.

With the ice well and truly broken and the elephant in the room having been confronted, they both felt much more at ease in each other's presence. They lay there on the sofa with the TV on just chatting away, enjoying the company.

'So Jon, what about, you know...personal stuff?' she asked.
'Hey no fair! it's not like i can ask about yours after' he responded crossing his arms and pouting.
'Sure you can....i'll make something up. So married? Betrothed? Girlfriend? Kids?' she quizzed him further feeling so at ease that she wasn't worrying that she was prying too much.
'Well that's easy' Jon sighed 'No. Nope. Nothing. Nada.'
'You're kidding me right? I mean not to be shallow or anything but look at you!' she was genuinely surprised that he was well and truly single.
She noticed that his mood seemed to change, much more wistful somehow.
'Well I used to be married, can we just aknowledge that and then move on to something else?' he said, not meeting her eye.
'I'm sorry i didn't mean...'
'That's okay it's just we were having such a good time i don't want to bring us down.'
She nodded 'I understand. Anyway next i need to know loads of celebrity gossip.'
'You what?' he said.
'Well i am enjoying this pent house suite alot...so i may need a sensational story or two to sell to the papers so i can afford to live like this!'
Jon threw a cushion at her head, 'you ain't getting nothin outta me girl!'

They carried on chatting into the early hours about life, the world and everything.

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'Hey look it's started getting light out' Jon got up from the sofa and stretched his arms and then his back. 'Didn't realise it was that late.....or early even. Time flies eh?'
He turned round to see she had fallen asleep curled up on the sofa clutching onto a pillow.
'Well we can't leave you there, your gonna be nursing one hell of a bad back tomorrow'. He walked back over to the sofa and spoke softly in her ear.
'Hey Shorty....' no response. He nudged her, but to no avail.
'Come here then sleepyhead' he said as he gently began to lift her from the sofa.
He had one arm around her back, and the other under her knees, while her head flopped onto his shoulder. The skin of her legs felt so soft...so smooth under his hand. Keep the mind on the job Bongiovi he thought as he walked her to the second bedroom.
Laying her down gently on the bed as to not wake her he chuckled quietly to himself; if Sambora could see me now, i would never live it down. Taking a girl back to my hotel room and not getting off? He'll think i've lost my touch.
He pulled the covers over her, which with some sort of automatic reflex she grabbed hold of and pulled around herself.
He bent down slowly and softly brushed her hair off her face. Softly kissing her forehead, 'Goodnight whoever you are' he whispered as he turned to go to his own room.

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Standing in his en-suite bathroom he stroked his day old stubble. He'd been fine for months now, he hadn't really thought about it over the whole european leg of the tour. But that little chat, and the prospect of heading back to the states had him thinking about her all over again.

He walked into his bedroom and stripped off his T shirt, throwing it into the opened suitcase that was lying on the floor. He never bothered un-packing. All he ever took on tour was a couple of T shirts, jeans and some socks. There didn't seem much point.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, in the dim morning light he spotted the telephone from the corner of his eye. He picked up the telephone reciever and went to dial that number. The number he had called so many times from hotel rooms over the years....Don't do this to yourself again dammit. He squeezed the reciever in his hand, hearing the plastic creak. He slammed it down on the cradle. Fuck that. I am over it. I am.

Chapter 13: Girl [and guy] interrupted.

He's coming!' she almost shrieked as Johnny broke down the door with an axe. She turned away and held onto Jon's shoulder as he chuckled at her, 'Don't worry it's just a film. Jack Nicholson isn't really a mad axe murderer, i've met him!'
'I can't watch' she said, still with her hand on his shoulder looking the other way.
'You wanna turn it off?' Jon asked, looking at her profile in the dim light of the TV.
'No! We've come this far i need to know how it turns out!' she said adamantly. Jon just continued to laugh, 'but you're not gonna find out if you aren't even looking at the TV Shorty!'

She went to turn back round just as Jon turned to say something to her...All of a sudden their faces were just centimetres from each other. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Jon couldn't bare it anymore, he moved forward ever so slightly, touching his lips onto hers in a barely there kiss. He moved back not wanting to pressure her, but she responded by returning with another kiss, soft and slow. Jon tilted his head and brushed his toungue....
'BRIINNNNG BRIINNNNG' Jon practically leapt to his feet as if his mum had just walked in on him smoking his first cigarette when he was 12.
'I'll..urm..just get that.' Shit he thought as he walked to the phone.

She just sat there trying to process the situation in her head. Watching the film but not really seeing it. Damn. I so should not have let that happen....

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'Sorry to disturb you Mr Bon Jovi but there is a Stuart Cooper on the line' the concierge said over the phone, 'Right put him through thanks....Hello?'
'Oh hello is that Jon? I was told this is the number i could reach him on?' Jon sat on an armchiar next to the phone, 'This is him how can i help you?'
'You may not remember me but i was acting as a St John's Ambulance First Aider at the Wembley Concert tonight and i was...' Jon suddenly put two and two together 'Of course that's right i'm sorry. Have you found Shor....erm, her family yet?'
'Well no sir, unfortunately no one came forward after the announcement during the concert. Perhaps she went alone. Anyway come the morning i am sure someone will be missing her and we should be able to match her with her family' Stuart replied.
'Well that would be good' Jon said as he watched her apparently engrossed once again in the film.
'Anyway the reason i was ringing was just to ask how the young girl is? I'm sorry about the lateness of my call, i tried earlier but i could get no answer.'
Young girl. She really is just a young girl....a young girl with amnesia. What the fuck are you doing Jon? This is a new low even for you!
'That's no problem really' Jon said snapping back out of his thoughts, 'She seems fine, she has eaten and is just watching a film'. 'Well that's good news, i am sure we will no more in the morning, thanks again Jon'.
'Thanks for checking up, it's above and beyond it really is'.
He returned the handset to the cradle and sighed to himself.

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Jon sat back down on the sofa next to her, picking up the remote he turned the tv off. 'Hey i was watching that!' she said turning to look at him, 'The Wife and Kid get away, he freezes to death. We need to talk' Jon replied, seriousness suddenly in his voice.
'Who...who was that on the phone?' she asked thinking that something bad had happened.
'That was a guy called Stuart Cooper, remember him?'
'sure he was that nice First aid guy, did he find my family?' she asked hopefully.
'Fraid not' Jon said selfishly wanting to move on to more pressing issues...'Oh' she said quietly, sinking back down into the sofa.
'I wanted to discuss was what just happened between us' she just looked at him, so he continued 'look i won't deny i am attracted to you...alot. But i think i have lived up to my rock star credentials and acted with my dick and not my head'.
As she heard that she choked slightly on the diet coke she was sipping.
'I - I just think that...well i am quite a bit older than you. And from a whole other continent. And well i don't know anything about you...hell neither do you! I just think that in the circumstances....'
She spoke up interupting his thoughts 'No i totally understand....i think it was the vodka and...i...it shouldn't have happened'.
Jon nodded, 'Great, so we can start over?'
She smiled and nodded 'Friends?' she said offering her hand.
'Friends' he smiled taking it and shaking.

Chapter 12: Pizza and a movie.

Coming out of the bathroom she walked across to the table where Tico, Hugh and David had joined Jon and Richie.
Jon watched as she approched the table, from the instant she had appeared again he couldn't take his eyes off her.
And she definately felt their presence on her...

'Hey guys, erm Jon can i ask a favour?' Jon stood up offering his seat 'yeah sure, shoot'. 'Well canapes aren't all that filling...' she said gratefully accepting his chair, 'Oh god, yeah. I'm sorry you must be starving, how about we go back upstairs and we can call room service, they'll whip up anything you want.' She smiled and nodded 'thanks Jon that would be great, that vodka has gone straight to my head.' She stood up readying herself to leave, 'You're coming back down right?' Richie started,'I'm not sure i'm feeling a little tired, but i want to thank you fellas for tonight it's really taken my mind off things....or lack of things anyway'.

With that they all said their goodnights and Jon took her back to the penthouse, leaving the rest of the band to schmooze and booze.

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Wow that's a relief she thought as she removed the gorgeous but painfull shoes. 'So what do you fancy?' Jon shouted from the next room. 'You with cream on top' she said to herself but out-loud. 'Sorry i missed that' Jon said as he walked back into the room. he had changed into joggers and a scruffy T-shirt, it did nothing to dampen his sexiness. 'I'd just like a pizza and to mooch around, watch a film or something?' 'Sounds pretty damn good to me' Jon replied as he sat down next to her. Suddenly she felt a bit tense, sitting up straight feeling a little self concious...'Hey i know what i forgot' he said standing up to leave the room again. And relax she thought as she slouched back into the comfy sofa. 'You can put these on if you want' he passed her an American football shirt approximately 10 times too big and some shorts. 'Sorry i don't really have anything else and i don't reckon you want to be spilling pizza topping all down that dress.' She thanked him and went to change leaving Jon on the phone to Dominoes.

'That's better' she said returning from the other bedroom. She had put the clothes Jon had given her on and had scraped her long hair into a ponytail. 'So what pizza did you order?'

Jon cocked his head to the side to watch as she came back in the room, Jesus even swamped by a massive Giants jersey she is sexy as hell. 'Erm well after the wine thing i thought i'd cover all the bases....so to speak.' She didn't seem to get his joke, either that or she was too polite to say how bad it was. Lame Jon, really lame he told himself. 'On the way we have Pepperoni, Hawaiian and incase all else fails Margherita.'
She settled her self down on the other side of the sofa, 'mmm sounds great, i could eat a horse right now!' she said with a laugh.
Jon picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels while they waited for the pizza

Ten slightly awkward minutes of silence later there was a knock at the door. Jon rose and walked to the door to fetch the pizzas from the concierge.
'Right let's dig in' he said. And they settled down on the sofa to eat and watch The Shining, the late night movie just starting.
'This is good i think you'll like it' Jon said grabbing a slice of pepperoni, 'Famous last words Jon' She said with a smile, 'Remember the wine?' Opting for the hawaiian she opened the box and helped herself to a slice. Jon laughed out loud. She loved the way he laughed, it was so genuine, his head tipped back and he got the cutest dimple in his cheek.

Two minutes later Jon was up again 'Soda?' he asked walking to the mini bar. 'You don't sit still for five minutes do you?' she looked at him quizzically. 'A right little fidget!' He shut the mini bar door and walked back towards her with that mega watt smile of his. 'That's me, always on the go....' More like i just can't settle when i am around you he thought, 'and hey! Less of the little!'