Just a quick little note...

Hey guys,

I'm going on vacation to England tomorrow, without a computer :'( , so I won't be able to post. I get back on Saturday then I'm going to visit family on the other side of the country on the 14th for a week so you won't be getting many chapters for the next three weeks.
I hope you are all enjoying the story! Thank you so much for reading it and thank you the support, I know my writing isn't the best but give me a chance - I'm still at school! My writing skills will improve in time (hopefully) and that should make the story more interesting to read.
I'm looking forward to writing the next couple of chapters (when I get back) , for once I actually know what's going to happen before I write it! All I'm going to say is that it's going to be a big surprise... or will it? :-D
And once again, thank you so much for making time out of your busy lives to come read this! You really don't know how grateful I am!

Love Melodie
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Chapter Twenty Seven

Thousands of fans were outside the hotel, it seemed millions of candles were lit, hundreds of flowers were laid on the pavement, many people were holding up signs - 'We're praying for you, Jon'

It had been three weeks.

It was late on a Thursday night, Jon hadn't shown up for sound check, he wouldn't answer his phone, he wouldn't answer the door. Stephanie and Jesse had flown over to be with him this weekend, Richie had also come. Obie and the nanny took the children out to see a movie while Richie went to Jon's suite. After several unanswered phone calls and several unanswered knocks he decided to kick down the door. Jon wasn't there. He tore the suite apart looking for him or a note to say where he had gone. He checked with hotel security, Jon was last seen going to the park for a walk. The park was searched. They didn't find him.

There was a knock on the door. It was three a.m. Richie Sambora, a close friend of Jon's, was standing in front of her. His clothes were dirty, his eyes, his expression, his body language was sad and exhausted. "Hello, my name is Richie Sambora, I'm a very close friend of Jon's, his best friend. He told me everything that went on between you and him. I thought I should be the one to tell you... to tell you that... Jon's missing." He found it hard to say the words, he was in denial, as was she.

The second week, his ex-wife, Jacklyn received a call. "We have Jon, we will release him if you give us $20,000,000, we won't accept it from anyone else." The police tried to trace the call, it was made from the middle of the English Channel.

Jon was bleeding all over. His body was in excruciating agony. There were several men wearing veils over their faces, only showing their eyes and they were wearing turbans. He had been here for about three weeks and he still couldn't understand a word of what they were saying. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't remember how they got here, he woke up in this cold little room, in chains. One man grabbed Jon by the hair and pulled his head up to look him in the eyes. He said something, Jon didn't understand, it sounded as though he was making fun of him. Jon spat in his face. All the men, bar one, became furious, the dragged Jon, by the hair, to the bucket filled to the brim with water. "You think you funny? Let's see how funny you be this after" They shoved his head into the water, Jon had never been happier about how good his lung capacity was.

Richie came by every day to Serafina, he called several times to update her. It was eight o' clock, Serafina put the kettle on, she was expecting Richie any minute now. "Oh god, please, please make Jon be safe. Unharmed. Please make those men release him." Serafina said looking up at the ceiling. Right on time there was a knock on the door. Serafina ran over to it quickly, Richie was looking more and more exhausted every day. "There's going to be a concert vigil held for Jon in two days time, we're calling it 'Concert of prayers' Their expecting about a million people from all over the world. It's going to be held in Phoenix Park...here's your pass and Dakota's." Richie told her getting the passes out of the inside pocket of his jacket and handing them to her.

"Are we going to... talk at the concert?" Stephanie asked, they had all been wondering that since Richie had told them about it. "I don't think dad would want us to or even to be seen.." Christian replied as he flicked through the channels - all the news stations were talking about Jon, all the music channels were playing Jon. "I don't know Chris, I think he would be very proud of us...I don't think he'd like Jakey and Romeo talking though.. their a bit too young." Michelle said taking the remote off of him and turning off the t.v, she didn't want to break down crying. "I think one of us should say something" she added. "I think it should be Jesse or I, I mean, if you or Chris said something the paps would hound you, Jakey and Ro-Ro are way too young, dad doesn't mind, as much as he used to, about our photos being taken, I mean he showed our photographs on Oprah from the Inauguration and we were shown for all of five seconds!"

"Are any of the kids going to talk at the concert?" Serafina asked, she knew Jon was very protective over his family. Richie sat down on the sofa and thought about it for a minute, "If they want to talk, I think they should but I'm going to talk to but I'm going to talk to Jon's parents and brothers about it first, see what they think"

Jon realised that one of them was American. The one who never did anything to him, the one who was always looking at him. "She's behind this, isn't she?" Jon asked referring to Jacklyn. It was this mans turn to watch Jon, everyone else was gone. The man pulled down his veil a little and showed his face. "I'm going to help you get out of here, don't say a word." he mouthed with an Italian accent. Jon studied his face, it seemed familiar but he knew he had never met this man before. "My father and your father are brothers. My father stayed in Sicily. My name is Pablo Bongiovi" he wasn't speaking because there was a camera. He pulled the veil back up and left the room.

Chapter Twenty Six

The next morning Serafina opened her door to find a beautiful bouquet of red roses - her favorite, there was an envelope attached. 'Roses are one of the two most perfect things in the world, the other is you. Please come to my show tonight, there are two tickets, one for you and one for Dakota. Love, Jon.' She stared at the note for a moment, trying to decided whether to go or not. She picked up the bouquet and put them on the coffee table, they were already in a vase. "Hunny, we're going to see Bon Jovi tonight." Serafina said smiling - she was looking forward to it, she decided that she would forgive Jon. She wanted to be with him - she loved him.

Jon was delighted to see that Serafina had accepted the flowers. He hoped she would come tonight, he had to let her know how he felt, how he had always felt - he loved her. "Serafina, there's one thing in the world that I'm sure of and that is that you and I are perfect for each other," Jon said to himself in the mirror. When he told her how he felt he wanted it to be special. Jon shook his head, "No... Serafina, every time I see you, my heart skips a step, I get butterflies in my stomach... no, that's not it..."

Serafina was tearing her closet apart looking for the perfect outfit to wear. She tried on several outfits, currently she was wearing a leather mini skirt and off - the - shoulders t-shirt. She winced, "I don't think so..." Then she saw it, the perfect outfit to wear for him, Jon didn't like girls who over-did their hair, make-up and outfit, her favorite old jeans and red t-shirt, red because it was his favorite color. "I thought I was in love with Frank but I was really in love with you, John Bongiovi" she said to her mirror. "No... it doesn't matter who you are, lawyer or rock star, Frank or Jon because I love you, whoever you are... no" she shook her head.

It was the end of the show, Jon still couldn't spot her. His heart sunk, he felt foolish for thinking she would turn up. "This final song is for..." he didn't want to say her name, he didn't want the media to hound her, "my lie detecter" he smiled a little, he knew that, if she was there, she would know who he was talking about. "It's not one of my songs and I'll probably get crucified for ruining it but I'm going to give it a shot, It's called Everything by Michael Buble"

Serafina finally got near the front, she knew he was singing about her. Her heart fluttered. She looked to the side of the stage, she was standing there. That woman he had been kissing out in the hall.

Jon looked down at the crowd and he finally saw her. He smiled at her, then saw she was looking at the side of the stage. He tried to follow what she was looking at, he looked to the side of the stage and saw Jacklyn standing there, smiling at him. He looked back down at Serafina but she was already leaving. He finished the song, took a bow "Thank's for coming guys, see you tomorrow night! Safe home!" he walked over to Jacklyn furiously. He gritted his teeth, "When I say go back home, I mean it. I don't want to see you. I don't want you in a hundred mile radius of me. Now go." Jon walked straight to the car that was waiting to take him back to the hotel.

Jon sat on the floor of his suite, cross legged, talking on the phone to Richie, with his door wide open, staring at Serafina's door. He wasn't going to miss a chance to talk to her. "Yeah, Obie got the kids a nanny...I met him this morning, the kids like him... their staying in the next suite, with him. The show was great, I dedicated my last song to my lie detecter, I spotted her in the crowd, she spotted Jacklyn standing on the side of the stage...she saw Jacklyn and I kissing the other night..." Serafina's door opened, she walked out, she stood looking at Jon. He hung up the phone without saying a word and walked to his doorway.

"Jacklyn and I aren't together, we haven't been for years..." Jon told her. Serafina carefully picked her words. She was going to tell him. "Jon, I..." she couldn't get the words to come out. "Yes?" he prompted her, instead of continuing she turned around and went back into her suite. "I love you.." Jon whispered to the closed door, he also returned to his suite. "I love you.." Serafina said to the bouquet of roses.

Jon lay back on the grass and looked up at the sky. It was dark around him but the sky was lit up with the lights of the city. He let out a long sigh, he needed to get his life back on track. All this drama was physically and mentally draining him. He didn't know if he would be able to do all the shows he planned. He might be too exhausted. He was looking forward to seeing Stephanie and Jesse tomorrow. They loved Ireland, Dorothea and he had educated and brought them to Ireland many many times. Jon heard some foot steps behind him, he sat up and looked behind him. He saw a big shadow then felt something hit him over the head, hard.

Chapter Twenty Five

"Jacki, I have a meeting with somebody down in the bar, so could you watch the boys for me?" Jon said ripping off his clothes and putting on cleaner ones. "Sure, baby, Oh you got a phone call from Obie he said that we're invited to a party tomorrow.." Jacklyn was sitting on the bed, hands holding her up, legs crossed. Jon wasn't paying attention, he was thinking about Serafina. He had to make a good impression. He was surprised that she even agreed to speak to him. "OK, well, see you." Jon said spraying himself with some cologne, grabbing his wallet and running out the door. Jacklyn rolled her eyes and decided to call room service.

Jon went to a quite spot in the bar, he waited patiently for Serafina to arrive. He rubbed his hands together, he was very nervous. After ten minutes he wondered if she couldn't find him and left or maybe she was sitting at another part of the bar. He stood up to look for her, then he saw her walking towards him. She looked more beautiful than ever, she was just wearing some old jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. Jon looked around the bar, everyone was wearing that, he looked down at himself, he felt over-dressed in his shirt and trousers. Somehow she managed to make those plain old jeans and t-shirt look like they should be on the catwalk.

"Serafina" Jon greeted her, he felt like crying with joy. He couldn't stop smiling. "Jon" she said sitting down. Jon sat down, he tried looking in her eyes but she was avoiding eye contact. There was an awkward silence, "I'm so happy to see you" Jon said to her, he put a hand on top but she pulled hers away. "Jon I..." "Jon! There you are!" he heard Jacklyn called. Jon's jaw clenched as did his fists. He scowled at the ceiling, Jacklyn was really getting on his nerves. "Scooch over" she said to Jon, Jon let out a long sigh and moved over to make room for her to sit down. Jacklyn looked at Serafina, she gave her a fake smile. "So who's this?" Jacklyn asked.

Serafina took in both Jon and Jacklyn's expressions. Jon was giving the wall a murderous look, subsituting it for Jacklyn, Serafina guessed. "This is Serafina, Serafina this is Jacklyn.." Jon introduced them. "His girlfriend" Jacklyn added. Serafina's smiled faded when she said that. "Oh, girlfriend." Serafina said in a surprised way. "Not for long.." Jon muttered under his breath. "What, baby?" Jacklyn purposely added 'baby' and touched his chest, knowing that Serafina liked, if not loved, Jon. "Jacklyn, aren't you meant to be watching the boys for me?" he asked angrily. Jacklyn pursed her lips and glanced at Serafina, she smirked a little then leaned in and gave him a slobbery kiss on the lips. Jon pulled away as fast as he could. "I'll see you late, baby" Jacklyn said rising from her seat, she winked at Jon, making sure Serafina saw it. Jon rolled his eyes and shook his head at her.

"I'm sorry about that, what were you saying?" Jon said with an apologetic smile. That I love you and always have loved you! "Nothing" she said staring at the table, she glanced at her wrist, hoping Jon wouldn't see that she wasn't wearing a watch, "I better get going...I'll see you around.." Serafina said standing up. Jon sighed and let her walk away. He rubbed his stubble and then ran after her.

She was at the evaluator by now, Jon stopped a few feet away from her. "Serafina! Wait," Jon called after her. Serafina had a lump in her throat, she couldn't talk, she didn't want to stop but something made her. "I'm sorry" Jon said, his arms down by his side, he looked like he was going to cry. Serafina didn't turn around, "I know you are, Jon, I really do." She then entered the elevator.

Jacklyn was sitting on the counter top sipping on a glass on wine, when Jon entered the suite. "Hey baby!" she said smiling, "Don't 'hey baby' me!" Jon snapped walking into his room to change. "What's the problem baby?" Jacklyn walked over to give him a hug, Jon pushed her away, harder then he intended, "How dare you touch me!" Jacklyn said to him, Jon rolled his eyes and reached his hand out to help her. "Jacklyn, listen... I'm.." "I know, Jon, I'm just warning you now, don't you dare leave me, or you will be sorry" Jacklyn said fixing her hair and meaning every word. "Oh yeah? I don't care what the fuck you do to me, it's not going to change how I feel about her" Jacklyn laughed, "Oh sweetie, it will.." her smile turned into a frown, "believe me, it will!" she went into give him a kiss on the cheek but he stepped away. Jon grabbed her arm furiously "Get out. Now. Go back to the States or France or where ever the fuck you live. I don't want to see you again. Not right now." Jon said handing her her unpacked suitcase. He glared at her until the message got through to her. "You'll be sorry, baby" She said as she walked out the door.

Chapter Twenty Four

They flew into Dublin airport. There were people there waiting to take the luggage. Jon put on his glasses before entering the airport. He handed Jake and Romeo a pair of glasses and a baseball cap each - he knew there would be a lot of press... not so much Irish press but American press and the English press, the Irish were great for giving celebrities their privacy. He held each of their hands and walked into the airport.

Romeo stopped and reached out for Jon to hold him. "You tired munchkin?" Jon asked holding Romeo up with one arm and Jake's hand with the other. "Mmmhmm" Romeo said nodding sleepily. "Daddy? Can we get some candy?" Jake asked looking at the sweet shop. Jon smiled, "sure buddy," Jon said taking them in. The boys had been on their best behavior on the plane, the didn't disturb the other first class passengers at all.

Jake ran straight for the candy bars. He grabbed two handfuls. "I need a basket.." Jake said running over to the baskets. He threw the candy bars in and then threw more and more in. He ran around the shop filling up his basket. "Hey, Munchkin, what do you want to get?" Jon asked Romeo, he didn't answer. Then realised he had fallen asleep. Jon picked up a basket and started to put some of Romeo's favorite, and things he knew he would like, candy in. "This is all your candy for the month.." Jon said to Jake. Jake's jaw dropped in disbelief. Jon didn't believe it either, he knew the three of them would get through all the candy in two weeks top then they would get more. "You do know that chocolate over here is sweeter than back home, right?" Obie said to him. "I know" Jon said laughing.

Jon had been right about the press, there were some police trying to keep them back. "I can see the headlines tomorrow," Obie said with a smirk, "Jon Bon Jovi arrives in Ireland with sons and slave" Obie joked. For years they had joked that Obie really was Jon's slave, after all he did do nearly anything Jon asked him. Jon looked at the press, he could tell who was from the States, who was from England and who was from Ireland. There were two photographers from Ireland. He stopped in front of them and posed for them. If Jake and Romeo were not wearing the glasses and cap then he would not have.

"Mr. Bon Jovi, one question?" one of the photographers said to him. "Sure" Jon said walking closer to him, "This is John Hurley from the Irish Times," he said getting out a pen and notebook. "That's my middle name!" Jake said with a smile. The photographer smiled at Jake "Oh cool name!" he said. Jon put a hand on Jake's shoulder. "Why did you choose to preform in Ireland, and not any other country, for a month?" Jon smirked, "Because Dublin is my favorite city in the world" he told him, obviously he wasn't going to tell about Serafina but Dublin was his favorite city. "Thank you." The photographer said. Jon nodded and walked away.

The suite was prefect - two bedrooms, one with a king sized bed, the other with two single beds. A huge bathroom and a kitchen/dining/living room area. Jon was surprised that Romeo was still asleep, he usually didn't sleep this long, but he had stayed awake through the whole flight and the time difference would make him exhausted after all they had lost five hours of their day. He gently lay Romeo in his bed, he took his sneakers off of him and put the duvet over him. "You know Jakey, I think we should all go to bed for a while.." Jon whispered to Jake. Jake nodded slowly, lavender circles were forming under his eyes. "Come on we'll go get you some PJ's out of your suitcase.." Jon said walking out to the his room. Jake followed. "I want to wear my superman ones!" Jake told him getting up onto Jon's bed. Luckily the superman pj's were right at the top. Jon helped Jake change and then tucked him into the bed.

There was a three quite knocks on the door. Jon yawned, bringing tears of tiredness into his eyes, he wiped them away. He got a quick glance of himself in the mirror - he looked like a dead person. There were huge lavender circles under his eyes, he looked pale... he looked exhausted. He was exhausted. He opened the door, he was surprised to see who was standing in front of him. "Hi.. I thought it was going to be Obie or someone at the door..didn't expect to see you." He said to her. She put a hand on his face, "Baby, I've come all the way across the Atlantic ocean..now give me a kiss!" Jacklyn said to him, pulling him into a kiss.

Serafina was listening to the radio in her suite. Bruce Springsteen was on, singing 'Fire' she sighed, she couldn't stop thinking about Jon. Bruce Springsteen reminded her of Jon, maybe because they were both from Jersey. "Dakota, hunny, I'm going down to the bar. I'll be back soon" she called to Dakota who was in her room. The suite was huge, it was perfect for them. They had been staying in this hotel for a long time, they were living there. "OK" Dakota called from her bedroom, the move had been hard on Dakota she had to move away from all her friends and she hadn't made any friends here, yet, Serafina was sure she'd make lots when she went to school.

She grabbed her bag and put it over her shoulder, she stopped and looked at herself in the mirror, she took out her lipstick and put some on, then she fixed her hair. She had been hoping to meet someone.. a guy.. down in the bar, but she hadn't. Well she kept comparing them to Jon, looks wise and personality wise. She opened the door and saw two people kissing. She smiled softly.

Jon heard a door opening across the hall. He opened his eyes out of curiosity and saw her. Their eyes met. He was shocked to see her standing there in front of him but at the same time he had never been happier. He pulled away from the kiss as soon as he realised Serafina was standing in front of him. His jaw dropped with shock of seeing her.

Serafina quickly opened her door and went inside, she leaned against the back of the door for a while. So Jon had moved on. Of course he had moved on...why wouldn't he? He's Jon Bon Jovi! The major rock star... She hadn't seen the woman's,or girl that he was kissing, face but she was sure it would be some gorgeous model and that they were going to get married. She probably only loved Jon Bon Jovi.. the rock star, not John Bongiovi the man. Serafina put a hand up to her face and realised she was crying. She felt so stupid thinking that winning that ticket was a message from God telling her that Jon and her were going to get back together.

"Serafina.." he whispered, looking at her door. "What, baby?" Jacklyn asked rubbing his arm. Jon had forgotten Jacklyn was standing there, "Nothing... how about you go inside, make yourself at home, Jakey and Romeo are asleep." Jon said to her giving her an encouraging push on the back. "Sure, baby, I'll see you soon" she said going in for another kiss. Jon turned his face to the side and turned, what would have been a kiss on the lips, to a kiss on the cheek.

Jon waited for Jacklyn to go in and close the door, then he walked across the hall to Serafina's door. He put a fist up to the door, not sure whether to knock or not. He decided to knock, it wouldn't kill him and he had nothing left to loose. No answer.

Serafina was in her room by now, she was terrified to go out there. She didn't know what to say, she just couldn't face him.

Jon knew she was in there, he was going to keep knocking until she answered, he would knock all night if he had to. The door opened, it was Dakota who answered it. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, "is Jesse here?" she asked excitedly, "No, Jess and Steph are only going to be here on the weekends, their coming on the first flight on Thursday, after school." Jon told her. "Is.. is your mom there?" he asked her, "Um.. I don't think so, she said she was going down to the bar but I thought I heard her come back in... I'll check, come in, make yourself comfortable!" she said walking towards Serafina's bedroom.

Jon looked around the room, he inhaled, he could smell her. She smelled like Chanel no.5. Jon loved that smell. He saw some photographs were on the coffee table. He walked over to them and picked one up, the one of Serafina with Dakota when she was about three.

"Mom, Jesse's dad's here to see you.." Dakota whispered to Serfafina. "Hunny, you have to tell him I'm not here...okay?" Serafina replied. She wanted to go talk to him but she didn't know if she could. "Mom, I think you should talk to him...he doesn't look that great..." Dakota told her, it was the truth, he looked exhausted, worn out and maybe a bit ill. Serafina sighed "Tell him to meet me down in the bar...in ten minutes" she sat at her dressing table and started to re-do her hair, if she was going to see Jon, she was going to look good. Dakota smiled, "Okay"

"Mom said that she'll meet you down in the bar in ten minutes.." Dakota said to Jon. Jon didn't see, or hear, her coming back into the room. He jumped and dropped the photo. "Shit.." he muttered, he bent down and picked it up, luckily it wasn't broken. "Thanks Dako" He winked at her and went back over to his suite.

Message from the author...

Hey guys!

I was just wondering if you are still reading the story? If you no longer like the story could you, please, leave a comment below and tell me what I'm doing wrong? I don't mind some bad comments, they are constructive criticism. They help my improve the story.

If you are still reading this story and you like it, could you, please, leave some comments below on what you do like about it.

I'm really enjoying seeing how this story is unraveling itself. Sometimes I would be walking around the street and see things, hear things that would inspire a chapter. I'll give you an example, when Christian told Claire he was gay after having sex with her, my friend told me a story very similar to that. Ha ha.

So, don't forget to leave comments!

Thank you for reading.

Love, Melodie.

Xxx

Chapter Twenty Three

Jacklyn was in the kitchen, fixing Jon a bit of lunch. Jon was leaning against the door frame watching her, arms crossed over his chest. They were the only ones in the house, the kids were at school. He couldn't believe what she was doing to him... after all these years he started to have feelings...sexual feelings for her. He didn't love her as a girlfriend, he didn't love her as a wife. He loved her as the mother of two of his children and a friend. She bent down to a low press to get something. Jon walked over to her, she turned around to him. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her into a kiss. She dropped the plated and wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up, bridal style, and carried her upstairs.

He gently laid her down on the bed and got on top of her, still kissing her. He pulled her arms above her head and held her wrists with one hand, the other he used to start taking off the clothes. When he had her top off, he ran his index finger lightly across her lips, down her neck, between her breasts. He started to circle the nipple of her left breasts, so the nipple would harden. His hand cupped her breast, he locked his mouth on hers once again. He started to slide his hand up and down her side, his fingers found the zipper on her skirt, he undid it. The skirt fell to the ground. "I see old habits never change.." he said raising his eyebrows, indicating to her lack of knickers, she never wore knickers when they were married.

He put his hand down to the warmth between her legs. He let go of her wrists and pulled her right leg around his waist. He put finger inside her, he kissed her, tasting her. It still tasted the same way as it did oh so many years ago - strawberry mint. He slid his finger in and out of her. Her muscles were contracting. She closed her eyes, her lips parted. She let out a moan.

Suddenly she rolled him over onto his back, she was on top now. She smiled sexily at him. Then winked. "Stay." She said to him, as if her were a dog, and walked over to his underwear drawer. She reached to the back of it, and found a door nob, she pulled it down and reached in. Jacklyn looked back at Jon, "I see you keep the same hiding places.." she let out a sexy laugh. She pulled out some hand cuffs she had given him a few days ago and some condoms. When she bought them, it was a twelve pack. Now, there were only three left. She crawled on top of Jon and sat on his chest. Legs parted, she grabbed his arms and pulled them over his head. She stretched, her breasts were over Jon's face. He sucked one of her nipples. She tied him to the bed and threw the key across the room. She got off of him and grabbed his crotch as hard as she could, "Your such a bad boy" she said to him seductively.

She undid his jeans and pulled them off. "I see old habits never change..." she said imitating him. Jon never wore underwear either. She held his penis in her hands and started to rub it. Jacklyn put her lips around his shaft. With each suck she went deeper and deeper. Jon groaned with pleasure, he hadn't had a blow job this good since... well since Jacklyn and he were married.

She crawled up onto his lap and started to give him a lap dance. She reached for her hair and released the clip that was holding it up. She shook her hair back sending a beautiful smell of different fruits around the room. She continued giving him a lap dance for five minutes. Then she started to crawl up his body. Touching the parts of his body that she knew would make him shudder with pleasure.

Jacklyn smiled sexily and kissed him. Jon could feel a leg on either side of his hips, he could feel her warmth between her legs on his chest. He bit the bottom of her luscious luscious lips. Jon was nearly in pain, he wanted to get inside her so much. "Jesus, fucking, Christ woman! Will you stop this torture and let me get inside you?!" he pleaded. As much as Jacklyn loved seducing him what she would love more right now would be to feel him inside of her. "Anything you say baby" she whispered seductively into his ear, then sucked on his ear lobe for a moment. Damn it! After all this time she remembers how much I love my ear lobe to be sucked!

Jacklyn slowly got off of him and slowly walked across the room to get the key, swinging her hips sexily as she walked. Jon was convinced that she knew what she was doing to him and that she was loving ever moment of it.

Chapter Twenty Two

"So dad, what do you think?" Michelle asked, she and Jon were out to lunch, they could both see photographers. Jon looked at her, "Hmm?" he said looking confused, he wasn't paying attention, yet again. Michelle sighed, "never mind, it's not important," she lied. In fact it was important, to her, she was trying to tell Jon about a guy she had been seeing for the past three months. He was her perfect guy, he was handsome, intelligent, funny, caring, he could sing, play numerous instruments and boy could he dance. He was an amazing dancer, he was like Sammy Davis Jr and Michael Jackson put together.

The waitress placed their food on the table. "Thanks" both Jon and Michelle said. "No problem..." Michelle noticed that the waitress wasn't going anywhere. She kicked her father under the table. Jon looked at the waitress and used his 'look I'm trying to be polite here' smile, "Are you alright there?" he asked, the waitress smiled, she looked delighted. She looked as though she would break down in tears any minute. "Can I have your autograph?" she asked handing Jon a piece of paper and a Biro. "Sure, what's your name?" he asked, "Michelle" she answered, her voice shaking a bit. Jon glanced at his daughter, Michelle, then at the paper again, "One of my two favorite girls names.." he said with a grin, he handed the paper to the waitress. She read it out excitedly, "To Michelle, the great waitress, keep on rockin' - Jon Bon Jovi" she shreaked excitedly and ran away.

"What's wrong princess?" he asked when Michelle sighed. He had a different pet name for all his kids, Princess was Michelle's, Stephanie's was baby girl. They both swept their fringes off their faces. "I just sometimes wish you had a normal, boring job and we could go out to lunch and photographers wouldn't be taking our photos and waiters wouldn't be nearly passing out when they serve you, I mean don't get me wrong, I do love it that your a big rock star but..." Jon understood what she meant, he understood exactly.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his phone rang. Shit, he forgot about his radio interview he had. "I'm sorry princess" he said to Michelle, "Hello Larry." he said answering the phone. "Hi, Jon, how are you today?" Larry King asked. "I'm doing great and you, Larry?" "I'm doing alright. Now down to the questions. Jon, is it true that you have six kids? If so what are their names?" Larry asked, everyone knew Jon had four kids not many people knew that he actually had six. "Yes, it is. Let see.. there's Christian, Michelle, Stephanie, Jesse, Jakey and Romeo." Jon answered. He hoped the questions wouldn't get too hard, he was too tired to think hard. "You had Stephy, Jesse, Jakey and Romeo with Dorothea, who had you Christian and Michelle with?" Larry knew the answer, he was a very good friend of Jon's and he knew all his children very well. "Someone I married before Dorothea, I can't name her." Jon said, Jacklyn would kill him if he named her. "But I thought you and Dorothea were high school sweethearts?..." "We were, then we hit a rough patch and broke up. I met, fell in love with and married Chris and Chelle's mother, we divorced, I married Dorothea." Jon explained. "What's all this everywhere about you being an emotional wreck?" Jon laughed, "Rubbish. Just like every thing in Hollywood."

Each question was more difficult than the last. Michelle was starting to get annoyed with people staring at them, at Jon then her... wondering who she was. The paparazzi were still snapping away. Michelle laughed to herself, a picture of Christian and her would be worth a lot to the paparazzi.

When they were leaving the paparazzi surrounded them, "Jon, who's this?" "Is this Michelle?" "Where's Christian?" "Why did you keep them a secret all this time?" Jon started to walk faster and faster, Michelle tried to keep up. The paparazzi were everywhere. Jon reached out a hand to Michelle and pulled her close, he tried to shield her from them. The cops must have seen what was going on because they came over and pushed them away. Four cops escorted Jon and Michelle to their car. "We're very very sorry about what happened." One cop said to Jon, "It wasn't your fault." Jon said, he shook the police officers hands and got into the car.

Chapter Twenty One

"No...no...no...no...no...no...no...no" Jon said as he flicked through the channels. It was 5am, he couldn't sleep, once again. "A source close to singer Jon Bon Jovi tells us that he is an emotional wreck" This caught Jon's attention, it was on E!, he decided to leave it on. He wanted to know what rumors people were spreading about him now. "Is Jon Bon Jovi healthy enough to go on his month long tour of Ireland, next week? A source close to the singer told us, E! News, that ever since his wife tragically died, nearly four years ago, he has been depressed. He met a woman, who shall not be named, who turned his life around, you could say they were in love." Jon was becoming furious, "Who the fuck leaked this shit?!" Jon said to himself. Whoever it was, when he found them, he would break all contact with that person. Pretend as though they never existed. "They broke up. He became an emotional wreck, doing everything he could to hold himself together, for his six, beautiful, children's sake. He has recently made contact with an old flame."

Jon turned it off, he figured out who exactly leaked that information. He would be more than happy to have her out of his life forever. His mother. He then realised that it was... his mother... that had been leaking everything to the press over the years. He was furious with her, he wanted to strangle her with his bare hands. He got his cell phone out and dialled 666, he had his mother on speed dial and what better number to put her as than that.

"Jon, do you know what time it is?" His mother asked answering the phone. "You bitch, did you fucking leak everything to the press over the years, and that story on E!News?..DID YOU?" he shouted down the phone. He heard his mother start crying, crocodile tears. "I'm sorry" So she did. "You're nothing to me now. You're not a mother, you're not a friend. I don't want to know you or what you do. I don't want to have any contact with you, I don't want you near my house. I don't want you to have any contact with my children. When I see my father, I'll ring a day in advance, so you won't be there. You understand?" Jon realised he was quoting the Godfather II, but didn't care. It seemed suitable at that moment in time.

He felt like crying and kicking the shit out of anything that moves. He buried his face in his hands and let out a deep sigh. Was it true? Was he an emotional wreck? "Jon? What's wrong? I heard you shouting." Jacklyn said sitting next to him. She was wearing a silk dressing gown. "I'm sorry I woke you up." She put a hand up to his cheek. and turned his head to face her. Jon closed his eyes and kissed the palm of her hand then looked her in the eyes. "Am I.. am I an emotional wreck?" he asked. Jacklyn sighed, "Jon, it's OK, your at a very rough patch in your life, right now. But don't worry, I'll be here for you, through thick and thin because I love you." She said stroking Jon's face. "You just need to feel loved, I can give you that." She said taking his hand and leading him upstairs to her bedroom. It was furthest away from the kids, the walls and door were thick, you would not be able to hear what's going on behind them.

He closed the door behind him. The morning sunlight was coming through the curtains but it was still quite dark. You could really only see stilloutes. Jon took off his clothes, Jacklyn took off her dressing gown. They walked closer to each other... closer and closer. Jon wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips locked. She's right.. I do need to feel loved. Jon thought. Jon's mouth moved down her neck, down to her collar bone. They moved to the bed. He fitted his lips around the nipple of her left breast and sucked on it for a moment. Jacklyn groaned, it felt so good.

He stood up, she put her long luscious legs onto his shoulders, a favorite position when they were married. He held his penis in his hand to allow it to enter her vagina. It went in easily.

Jon thrusted in and out, in and out. Jacklyn's breathing became heavy, Jon's did too. "Qui..qui..qui!" He started to go faster and faster, rougher and rougher. Then it happened, Jacklyn let out a scream of pleasure, Jon ejaculated, cum began to come out of his penis. He hadn't felt this good in a long time.

He lay on the bed next to Jacklyn, he put his arm around her and she cuddled into his chest. She stroked his fur, "I missed this" she admitted. Jon looked down at his chest and laughed. He kissed the top of her head, "I didn't realise how much I missed you."

They lay in each other's arms for twenty minutes, not speaking just enjoying being with each other. Then there was a knock on the door. "Shit!" Jon whispered and ran into the bathroom. "One minute!" Jacklyn said throwing on her dressing gown and spraying the room with her perfume. She walked over to the door, it was Christian. "Hunny, I thought you went back to your place last night?" she asked, surprised to see him there. "I did, I just came over two minutes ago. Do you know where dad is?" he asked. "Havn't a clue, sweetheart" she said shaking her head. Christian's nostrils flared, he was sniffing. "Jesus Christ mom, how much perfume do you need?" he said stepping back, "The.. uh.. I dropped the bottle and it broke" she lied.

"Can I use the bathroom?" he asked, "THE BATHROOM? YOU WANT TO USE THE BATHROOM?" Jacklyn said loudly so Jon could hear her and find a place to hide. He silently ran over, fully naked, to the walk in wardrobe. "Sure you can" she said opening the door to let him in. Christian gave her a confused look then walked to the bathroom, he spotted Jon's clothes on the ground. "Great... my divorced parents are fucking behind every one's backs.." he said under his breath.

Chapter Twenty

Jake and Romeo were both sitting on their grandfathers lap, a knee each. Jon stood at the opposite side of the room, drink in hand, watching them. Wishing that he had a relationship like that with his sons. Jon had taken Jake to see Dr. Walker, he came to the conclusion that Jake had an imaginary father because Jon wasn't around enough. This is why Jon had decided to bring Jake and Romeo with him to Ireland, he would get them a tutor while he was over there. Stephanie and Jesse would be staying with Christian, they would go to school during the week and fly to Ireland for the weekends. They would fly out on Thursday night and go back on Sunday.

"Jon, have you been sleeping well lately?" Carol asked, noticing how tired he looked. "Yes," he lied, he hadn't been sleeping well at all for the past three months, he was having a reoccurring dream about being trapped inside a small room and the walls closing in on him. He would wake up covered in sweat. "Are you sure?" she asked giving him a suspictious eye. "Yes ma'," Jon said walked angerly away.

"Jon? Could you put the sauce on the table for me?" Jackyln asked handing some pasta sauce. "Sure" Jon said taking it, just as he entered the sitting room Carol walked into him the sauce spilled all over Jon. He threw the bowl on the ground, it smashed into pieces. "WILL YOU FUCKING WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING?!" Jon shouted. He felt a hand on his shoulder, "Jon, go upstairs and calm down. I'll clean this up." Jacklyn said softly, the feeling of her warm breath on his neck tickled.

Jon did as Jacklyn said. He went up to his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He took off his sauce covered shirt, balled it up and threw it in a heap on the ground. Then sat on the edge of his bed, face buried in his hands. Deep breaths... in... and out... in... and out... He was tired. Over tired. He needed a long long rest, of course just when he gets a few months off, he makes more work for himself. He knew he had over reacted down there, he was over reacting to a lot of simple things lately, like if Romeo spilled his milk or if Jesse didn't tie his laces. He knew he should go downstairs and apologize to his... mother... but why should he? Did she apologize for Dorothea's death? No. In fact she was totally oblivious to the fact that it was her fault Dorothea had died.

There was a quite knock on the door, Jacklyn walked into the room. Jon looked up at her, she was so beautiful. He was still in love with her though he wasn't sure if it was as a friend or more. Her walk was so graceful, so sexy. She sat down next to him and looked at him for a moment, not saying a word. Jon looked into her icy blue eyes, eyes he had gotten lost in so many times. Jacklyn looked into Jon's steel blue eyes, hoping he was feeling the same way as she was.

"Talk to me, darling." She said in her sexy French accent. He didn't say a word, he leaned in and they slowly locked lips. Slowly, Jon, got on top of her, still kissing, Jacklyn wrapped her arms around around his neck, gripping onto his soft blond hair with her long fingers. "We can't do this" Jacklyn whispered between Jon's kisses. "Why?" Jon finally asked but continued to kiss her. "There are people downstairs waiting for some dinner" Jacklyn said with a laugh. Jon got off of her and sat on the bed next to her and sighed. Jacklyn rubbed her hand up and down his toned arm. She traced his superman tattoo with her finger. Jon smiled a bit, Jacklyn kissed him softly on the lips and then stood up. "We can talk later, put on a shirt and come down" she said with a reassuring smile and then walked out of the room.

After a few minutes Jon stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. He realised his feet were still a bit sore, but manageable. He opened the doors and walked into the wardrobe. He looked around, he had far too many clothes. He went down to the very end of the wardrobe where his oldest clothes were. He picked up a pair of spandex with a crazy pattern on them and cringed. "How the fuck did I wear this shit?" he asked himself, folding them and putting them carefully back into place. Back at his 'newer' clothes he picked out an old favorite red shirt and put it on. Apparently red looked good on him but Jon thought nothing looked good on him. He didn't understand why so many people obsessed over his 'good looks'. As he walked past the dressing table he stopped and picked up the picture of Dorothea and smiled. "I love you baby" he said and kissed the photo.

Chapter Nineteen

"How are you?" Christian asked, trying to make conversation. Jon hadn't been very talkative for the past three months. For the hour Christian had been there he had just been sitting on the sofa with his arms behind his head staring into space. "Dad. Nick's coming over in a few minutes.." Stephanie said entering the room. Christian looked at her new hair style, shoulder length with a side fringe. "I like it, dad's spaced out again.." Christian told her. "Thanks" she said with a smile. The doorbell rang, Jon groaned. "So our father is alive after all." Christian said with a laugh. Jon gave him a dirty look and walked over to the door behind Stephanie. He was getting sick of Nick, they spent all day in school together, wasn't that enough? Did he really have to come over after school?

"Hey Steph" Nick said with a smile. Jon rolled his eyes. "Jon" Nick said with a polite nod, Jon guessed that Nick knew he didn't like him very much. Stephanie took hold of Nick's hand and they walked towards the kitchen. They sat at the breakfast bar, Jon leaned against the sink, arms crossed over his chest. Nick glanced at Jon nervously then took something out of his pocket. "I got the songs you were asking about" he said handing them to Stephanie. Stephanie gave Jon her 'go away' look but he stayed put. After a while Christian came in, "Hey dad, how about we go watch the game?" he asked pulling him by the elbow. "Jacklyn's coming over to make dinner for everyone, I want him gone by eight. If your upstairs, leave the door opened." Jon warned her and then followed Christian out of the room.

"Mom's coming over?" Christian asked when they sat down. "Yeah, your grandfather and grandmother are coming as well..." Jon said referring to his own parents. "Well that will be fun, won't it?" Christian said sarcastically. "So your going to Dublin.. why exactly?" "Ireland" Jon corrected. "Because I can" Jon said. The truth was that he was going to Ireland to feel closer to Serafina. Richie had told him about a song called, 'Galway Girl'. He was planning to play it when he was there.

"I don't think it's a very good idea to go to Ireland for a month, I mean your meant to be taking it easy for a year or so" Carol said sipping her wine. "Ireland's a relaxing country, Ma, all the people there treat you as a human" Jon said, Carol was really annoying him today. He felt like punching her lights out some times. He heard music coming from upstairs. Michael Jackson. Jon guessed it was Jesse who was playing him, he loved Michael Jackson. He laughed to himself remembering when Jesse was about six and Jon took him to meet Michael and he taught Jesse how to do the moon walk.

The doorbell rang, Jon hopped up quickly and answered the door. It was Jacklyn, "Jacki" Jon greeted her. Jacklyn gave him a hug and walked into the apartment. "This is very nice" she said admiring the apartment. "Mom" Christian said giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Where's your sister?" she asked looking around the room, "Oh she's still at work.." Christian said quietly. Jacklyn looked delighted to hear that, she had finally got herself a job.

"So, Jon, what's this big gathering about?" Jacklyn asked as he got her a drink. "Can't a man just have some family over without there being a reason?" Jon said putting a glass of red wine on the counter top next to her. The music upstairs was gradually getting louder and louder. "I'll be back" Jon said going upstairs.

Jon walked down the hall to Jesse's room, he was right about where the music was coming from. He quietly knocked on the door three times then opened it. Michelle was just about to pierce Jesse's lip. "STOP RIGHT THERE" Jon said in his 'dad voice' Michelle dropped the gun and Jesse jumped. "Michelle, I have to talk to you. Jesse put on some good clothes and get your ass downstairs. Now." Jon ordered throwing a shirt, that was on the dresser next to him, at Jesse. Jesse mumbled something as he walked past Jon. Michelle started to put her things away.

"Michelle, I don't care if he begs, pleads or even blackmails you to pierce his lip, your not to pierce his lip. Stephanie is sixteen, I'd preferred her not to get her lip pierced, but she's old enough to make that decision herself. Jesse is fourteen, he isn't." Jon looked at what she was wearing, ripped jeans and a ripped t-shirt. "Now go put on some decent clothes and get downstairs" Michelle just rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the room.

Chapter Eighteen

"Are you keeping some big secret from me?" Serafina said getting dressed. They were sitting on oppisite sides of the bed, backs facing each other. Jon had his white shirt on, he was putting on his socks next. "Serafina, I can explain" he said looking over his shoulder. He stood up and sat next to her. "My name is John Bongiovi, not Frank Sharkey. I'm a rock star, not a lawyer." He told her truthfully. Serafina slapped him across the face.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE... I can't believe you would do that to me!" she said standing up, tears swelling up in her eyes. "I should have known that you were lying! It's my fucking job to know if someone is lying or not!" Jon stood up to try and comfort her but she pushed him away. "Serafina...I don't know why I did it. I shouldn't have done it, I just didn't want you to fall in love with Jon Bon Jovi the rock star, I wanted you to fall in love with, John Bongiovi, the stupid man. And when you asked if I was Frank, I was so happy that you didn't know who I was, I just had to lie. I wanted to tell you. I knew I had to tell you, but I couldn't. I didn't want to ruin what we had." Jon said sitting back down.

Serafina threw her stilleto at him, the heel hit him right in the eye. "You bastard" Jon put a hand over his eye, "I deserved that, Serafina you have to understand why I did it. Do you know how annoying it is going around, in so many different countries, and people you have never met before know your name, come up to you and start talking to you like your best friends?" tears were rolling down his face and Serafinas. Serafina was sitting down on the ground, her back against the wall. Jon came over and sat next to her. "Don't.. don't hate me." He said trying to put an arm around her. Serafina shook his arm off, "Afraid your too late.." Jon felt his heart sink, he couldn't remember the last time he was so sad. "Fine then, I promise that this will be the last time you'll see me. I won't put you through anything like this again. Carry on as though you never met me, never heard of me... it will be like I never existed." Jon said standing up, he looked back at her one final time, tears in his eyes and then left.

Jon hobbled down the hall, wishing he had just told her who he really was when he first met her. Regretting on doing that. Now he would never see her again. He thought about how he felt when Dorothea died...he was extreamly upset. Leaving Serafina... he was numb. He had just lost the love of his life because of his stupididty of lying about how he was.

three months later...

Jon was lying on his sofa staring at the ceiling. Thinking about Serafina. How he hurt her...he still couldn't believe he did what he did. He heard the front door open and then close, Stephanie walked into the room. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and one of Jon's old t-shirts. Jon laughed a little "You pull that t-shirt off better than I ever did" he looked at his daughter closely, something was different about her. "Dad, can you help me with a song that I have to sing at school?" she asked, Jon noticed she had a lip ring. "Sure I can, Stephy, when did you get the.." he pointed to his lip. Stephanie touched her piercing, "I got it done yesterday, 'Chelle did it for me" Stephanie said with a shrug. "She did, did she... what's the song?" Jon asked, making a mental note to ring Michelle later. Stephanie handed him a piece of paper, he read it out loud "Tears in Heaven" Jon knew that when he heard Stephanie singing this, tears would come to his eyes. He knew that she'd think about her mother when singing this song and it would be very emotional.

Serafina walked down Grafton Street, her umbrella was up. Every bus she went past had his face plastered on it, every billboard. Every raido station was playing him. She couldn't escape and she knew if she moved back to New York that it would be even worse. "Get your Bon Jovi tickets here!" she heard a man yelling out. He would be coming to Ireland for a month next week, he would be playing in different parts of the country. She was furious that he chose this country to come to out of all the other countries in the world he chose a stupid green little island.

"Hey, miss! Can you come talk to us for a minute?" a man asked, he was holding an RTE micraphone in hand. She walked over to him, "You have won a VIP and the last ticket for Jon Bon Jovi's first night here in Dublin!" he said handing an envelope to her. "You were the five hundreath person to walk by me today, congratulations!" he said shaking her hand. Serafina faked a smile, something she had been doing a lot lately. "Thank you" she said, her voice barely audible. "What's your name?" he asked, his arm around her shoulder, stopping her from running away. "Serafina Williams" she answered staring at the ticket. "Well Serafina, I hope your ready to have the most amazing night of your life, your seats are on the side of the stage and you will have a chance to go on stage with Jon Bon Jovi for four songs!" "Thank you so much!" Serafina faked her excitment and then left. She walked as fast as she could. Did she get these tickets for a reason? Did Frank... Jon and her really belong together?

"I don't think you need any help with it baby girl, that was amazing." Jon told Stephanie truthfully. She was an amazing singer, Jon said he would help her when she's finished school to get a deal but she refused. "I want to get it myself, I don't want a record deal because I'm your daughter. I'm going to earn it the hard way, like everyone else" was her reply. She was very independant. She took after her mother that way. If someone offered that to Jon when he was sevensteen or so he would take it in a heart beat.

Chapter Seventeen

A relaxed, lust-filled smile graced Jon's angelic face. “Beautiful,” he breathed, walking closer to Serafina, whom was now fully naked. He wrapped around her waist from behind. “Absolutely beautiful” he said, his lips brushing her ear, causing her to shudder pleasurably at the sensation.

Serafina thought of a way to show 'Frank' that she really knew who he was.

Jon picked her up and gently laid her down on the monstrosity, which he called a bed . As he did so, she allowed herself to look at all of him as he leaned over her, and she had to quickly stifle a gasp at the perfection. His chest blended flawlessly into his V, a thin trail of brown colored hair trailing down from just below his navel to the length of him in between his legs.

“You should close your mouth. It might stay like that,” he teased in a low voice, lowering himself on to her and trailing kisses up and down her neck and jaw. She hadn’t even realized her mouth had dropped open, and she hastened to close it, refusing to think about anything except his skin on hers, his mouth against her.

“Jon…” she whispered softly, reverently, as his mouth descended past her collar bone, heading toward her chest. Her body tensed in anticipation as he hesitated above the swell of one breast. Jon hadn't taken any notice of her calling him 'Jon'

"May I, Serafina?” he asked, looking up at her from under his eyelashes. Even if she had wanted to say no before, she never could’ve when he looked at her like that, his steel blue eyes smoldering up at me with burning desire and passion.

“Yes,” she gasped, and closed her eyes as his lips cautiously closed in around one nipple, his tongue flicking out to lick it.

“Oh!” she cried out, arching her back into him while jolts of electricity radiated through her, everything sharpened and blurred all at once.

Jon broke away quickly, panting just as hard as she was. “Serafina,” he whispered, his voice tortured. “You have to hold still. I can’t…I can’t…”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled back. All she could think about was his mouth on parts of her that no one had ever touched like he did before.

He pinned her to the bed tightly, lowering his mouth to her breasts again. She struggled with herself to not squirm as he licked, nipped, caressed, and massaged the entirety of her torso, but it was so very difficult. His name came from her lips in a moan.

He looked up at me, “Do that again,” he ordered, his mouth parted slightly, his eyes half-lidded.

“What?” she was too far gone.

He didn’t respond, but he pulled himself back up to her, kissing her softly but passionately as his hand trailed down her body, coming to cup my womanhood. She gasped at the feel of his finger outlining the lips of her desire, and she couldn’t resist groaning his name in a gasp as his finger entered her.

“Moan my name, Ser,” he panted, begging, into her ear. “Do it, please.” Another finger added to the one already pumping her, and her body had no choice but to comply with his request. She lost herself, only aware of the spreading ache, the tingling in her legs that longed to be wrapped around his hips, pulling him into her deeper.

“Jon,” she gasped, as his fingers continued their wonderful work, his lips kissing burning trails all over her neck, his breath fanning over her rapidly with his heavy breathing. “Stop, please. I want you inside me…” she wouldn’t let that powerful light of paradise overcome me until she could feel him filling her.

“Oh Serafina…” he whispered, gently removing his fingers from her, and moving to hover, and then rest, between my legs. “I love you,” he breathed, kissing her mouth repeatedly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, locking her arms around his neck. “Please Jon…I want to feel you.” This time Jon realised what she had said, Oh shit.. oh shit.. oh shit... oh shit!!!!! Stay calm.. maybe she was calling him by another lovers name.

“Okay,” he whispered to her. He met her eyes and their gazes locked. “Keep looking at me,” he pleaded.

“Okay,” she whispered back, their lips brushing, focusing intently on his mesmerizing, steel blue eyes. She wasn’t sure if she could look away.

He nodded, and with a slight, quiet groan he entered her slowly, looking in her eyes like his life depended on it, before freezing as soon as he was all the way inside, allowing both of them time to adjust. But she found she didn’t need it. There was no pain, for all she could think about was him. Her everything. Inside of her. Completing the gap she didn’t know was there, filling the hole that never realized it was empty. He was solid, and so very there, surrounding her. All her senses could focus on was him.

And all she could feel was Jon beginning to move inside of her, his hands gripping her tightly for an anchor as she did for him. But it wasn’t tight enough. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to be so close there was no telling where she began and he ended.
“Hold me,” she breathed in a moan, as he gently thrust in and out, making stars come to her eyes, a pleasure she never thought possible. “Hold me…”
And he did. He gripped her arms tightly to him, burying his face in her neck.

Later on he wrapped his arms tightly around my ribs, kissing her shoulders. He gripped her hips and held on like she wanted him to. She'd never felt so loved, so safe, so insanely out of her mind with pleasure as she did in this moment.
It was perfect.

Chapter Sixteen

Six months later...

"So, your telling me that you met a girl six months ago, made up a different life, fell in love with her, didn't tell her that your in love with her, didn't even ask her out on an official date yet?" Richie said, he couldn't get over it. Sure this kind of things happened on TV, but in reality?... Jon nodded "Yes, and for the past six months I've been wanting to tell her I love her" Richie raised an eyebrow "what about coming clean about your made up life?" "That too" Jon sighed. "Just tell her.. everything" Richie suggested.

Serafina cuddled up on the sofa, she was flicking through channels. Every programme with a lawyer in it made her think of Frank, every one with someone smiling, someone with great hair, someone with the same hair color.. anything! She had been in love with the man for the last six months but had been too afraid to tell him. She had practised in front of a mirror but she still couldn't do it. He hadn't even asked her out on an official date yet, she hadn't even seen his apartment! She sighed, "Oh frank..." she closed her eyes and imagined him there with her. Lying on the sofa, his muscular arms wrapped around her.

Jon had bought an apartment down town, just to add to his 'Frank' role. But she hadn't seen it yet. He didn't want to come clean, Frank was great. She liked Frank, he was sure she would be highly upset if he told her then she wouldn't like Jon. He had to see her today and tell her how he felt, maybe take her up to his apartment down town and tell her the truth then. He had never been more nervous in his life, he stood up and looked for his phone.

She stopped flicking through the channels when she saw Oprah was on. It had just started, "Our first guest today is, Jon Bon Jovi!" she said, the crowd went crazy. Serafina hadn't heard of Jon Bon Jovi before. It was an old episode. A blond man walked on screen, he was beautiful. He had perfect hair.. perfect teeth... an angelic face. "FRANK?!" Serafina shouted realising who she was seeing on TV. She watched the interview, it was definitely Frank or should she say Jon Bon Jovi. So had Frank been lying to her for the past six months about who he really was? She quickly opened her laptop and typed in 'Jon Bon Jovi' into Google. She read all about his life on Wikipedia, everything he had told her was there well a part from being a Lawyer. So he had just changed his name and profession, the rest was really him.

Her phone rang, it was Fran.. Jon. She wanted to hear it from him. "Hello?" she answered, "Hey, Serafina. I was wondering if you would like to go for a coffee or something? I need to tell you something, important." Serafina was relieved, he was going to tell her about the Frank thing. "I'd love to, I'll meet you at Starbucks in half an hour" Serafina said hanging up. She couldn't be angry with him, she loved him too much to be angry with him.

"So?" Richie prompted Jon, "I'm meeting her at Starbucks in half an hour.." Jon told him. "Could you mind the kids for me tonight?" Jon asked, a smirk grew across Richie's face. "Feeling lucky, huh?" he asked. Jon didn't answer.

Jon sat at their usual table in Starbucks, waiting for Serafina to arrive. He decided to go order because he knew what she would get. "One hot chocolate and two cookies and one regular coffee, please" Jon said. While waiting for the coffees and cookies he looked around to see if Serafina had arrived in the mean time, she had and she had never looked more beautiful. Though, Jon had to admit, she looked more and more beautiful every day to him. He gave her a smile and a wave, she returned the smile and wave. "Hi!" she mouthed. "Here you go, that will be $8.75 please" Jon took out his wallet and handed him $2o, he hadn't anything smaller. "Keep the change" Jon said taking the coffees and cookies and walking down to Serafina. You can do this, you can do this! Come on! If you can play in front of 92,000 people, you can surely tell this one person that you love her!

"Hey, this is for you" Jon said handing her the hot chocolate and cookie. A smile grew across her face, "Thanks, so what was this.. important.. thing you need to tell me?" she asked, already guessing. Jon took a couple of deep breaths. He tried many times before but always ended up saying something like "I love.. this view" or "I love... what you've done with the place" He was going to tell her that he loved her, if it was the last thing he would do. "I love you" Jon said out straight. Serafina couldn't stop smiling, Jon looked nervous. "I love you too" she said, a beautiful smile grew across his face. "I just realised this morning that you haven't seen my apartment, would you like to see it?" he asked, neither had touched their drinks or cookies. "I'd love that" she said standing up.

"This place is amazing!" Serafina said looking around, they were sitting on the sofa, side by side. Jon turned to her, it's now or never! and kissed her passionately. Serafina automatically kissed him back, her arms wrapped around his neck, his arms wrapped around her waist, her fingers in his hair. He quickly lay on top of her on the sofa. Still kissing passionately, rubbing their hands all over each other's bodies.

Chapter Fifteen

"I can't believe you don't have our mothers cell phone number!" Matt said. It was 2am, Christian was passed out on the sofa, Matt was pretty drunk, Jon was sober, just staying up to keep Matt company. "Why should I have her number? I hate the woman!" Jon said sipping his coffee. "I know but still...what about when their minding the kids?" Matt said getting out his cell to find his mother's number. "Fine, give it me" Jon said getting out his own cell, Matt passed him his phone and Jon put in the number. "There, I put her under 666" Jon said handing the phone back to him. "Let me guess the ring tone, sympathy for the devil?" Matt said laughing, "Good idea!"

Jon was awoken by his phone ringing, the ring tone was Satisfaction. "Serafina" Jon said looking for his phone. He found it, he was sitting on it. "Hello?" Jon answered, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was 10am, then saw he had fallen asleep on the sofa. "Hey, Frank. I was wondering if you would help me pick out an apartment? Are you working today?" she asked. Jon had to take in what she was saying, it took him a few minutes. "No, I'm.. I'm off today" Jon told her, "I'd be happy to help" he said with a yawn. "Thanks, I'll meet you at your apartment at 12?" she asked, Jon had forgotten that he had told her where he was living. "Yeah, I'll meet you outside the building" Jon said hanging up.

Romeo was sitting on top of Christian, drawing on his face. "Munchkin, you shouldn't do that. Come on, we'll get dressed and go to the diner for breakfast" Jon said picking Romeo up and taking him upstairs. Jon decided to let Romeo decide what he wanted to wear, he could come out with anything on. Jon walked down the hallway, stopping at Stephanie and Jesse's rooms to wake them up. He finally arrived at his room. Something he liked and hated about this apartment, a part from pictures, there was nothing to remind him of Dorothea. She had never lived in this apartment.

He walked into his wardrobe, grabbing the first jeans he saw. A brown long sleeved t-shirt that showed off his amazing body. Jon couldn't stop thinking about Serafina, not since the first time he laid eyes on her. Was it possible he was in love with her? He always got lost in their conversations, hours seemed like minutes. She was beautiful, he always wanted to be with her, he went to sleep thinking about her, he woke up thinking about her, he dreamt about her, every time he heard her name he had butterflies in his stomach... "Oh shit.." Jon cursed, realising he was in love with her. He wondered if he should tell her. He looked in the mirror, "Serafina, I want to grow old with you... No! why would I say that to her? That'd creep me out if someone said it to me, oh wait someone did say it to me, it did creep me out..." Jon really wanted to tell her how he felt, maybe he could write a song? No... he was meant to be a lawyer, a song would blow his cover. "Daddy! I ready!" He heard Romeo call from the door. "Okay, munchkin, I'm coming" Jon said grabbing some sunglasses and going out to Romeo. Stephanie, Jesse, Jake and Michelle were waiting to go. "Get into the car, I have to do something.." Jon said handing Michelle the keys.

Chapter Fourteen

A week later...

"All the blood tests have come back clear, the rest will be back in about a week, deep down I think it might just be viral. We're putting you on Brufen, it will take a few days to kick in." Dr. Clayton said writing something down on Jon's chart. "So, it's not Lupus?" Jon asked, Michelle had told him all about Lupus. "No, no, it is not Lupus. Your free to go" he said. "Thanks doctor, I really appreciate everything you've done" Jon said shaking Dr. Clayton's hand.

Jon had been in hospital for the past week, he had got blood tests and many other tests done. He had an x - ray and found out he had been constipated for about six months. A female nurse had given him something up his ass and Jon was sure she felt someone touching his 'manhood' and pulling at his 'fur down there' He couldn't wait to get home, today he was going to take it easy at home with the kids and whoever else may be at his house. He might ring Serafina and ask her if she wants to catch a movie or have a bite tomorrow. All the nurses on the ward came to Jon's room to say goodbye, he got a few hugs and a lot of the nurses slipped pieces of paper with their number in his bag or jacket.

He started to slowly hobble out of his room when a nurse came up with a wheelchair. "I'm fine, really" Jon said. "Go on sweetie, it's no trouble. I'm on my break anyway!" the nurse said with a wide grin. Jon sighed and sat into the wheelchair. "Where's your car?" she asked. She was chewing gum loudly and it was really annoying Jon. Jon was about to tell her that he could take it from here but knew she wouldn't take that for an answer. "It's the Lincoln Navigator right there" Jon said pointing to his car. She slowly pushed him over to his car, blabbering on about something that Jon was sure he couldn't care less about. "Like if you don't want to play for the troops that's fine I just think.." Jon looked up at her. "Excuse me?" he said, "I heard that you didn't want to play for the troops that were coming home.." she said again. "I didn't say I didn't want to, I said I couldn't! I have family commitments that day, how about you go leak that to the press. I'll probably read about everything that happened me and supposedly happened me in this hospital in the morning paper tomorrow anyway!" Jon snapped getting out of the wheelchair and getting into the car. The poor nurse looked like she was on the verge of tears when Jon drove away.

Jon was stuck in a mile long tail back. After ten minutes he decided to turn on the radio. The beach boys blasted at top volume, "AH, BA BA BA BA BARBARA ANN!" causing Jon to jump with fright. It was Richie's Beach Boys CD. "Bloody hell, Rich, you crazy motherfucker" Jon said with a laugh switching the CD. It was a CD that Stephanie had made him when she was about ten years old, a mix of all his favorite songs. The first song was 'Rag Doll' by Aerosmith. He turned the volume back up and sang along. "Rag doll, living in a movie, hot tramp, daddy's little cutie, your so fine, they'll never see you leaving by the back door.." he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. "Aw shit.." He said, the traffic had just picked up again. He turned down the volume and got his phone out, he quickly glanced at the number, he didn't recognize it. "Hello?" Jon answered, "Jon it's your mother." he heard Carol say. "Hi, mom, bye, mom" Jon said hanging up and throwing the phone onto the passenger seat.

When Jon got home to his apartment, all his children were there to welcome him home, along with Claire, Matt and his father. "Daddy!" Romeo said running over to Jon, he hugged his leg. "Hey munchkin," Jon said bending down to give him a hug. The only one that didn't welcome him home was, Jake. "So I made an appointment with that Dr. Walker, for Jake" Jon said quietly to his father. Dr. Walker was a child psychiatrist, Jon had made an appointment with him to see Jake, unfortunately it was on the day that he was asked to sing for the troops, his son was more important to him then troops coming home. Jon's friend, George McGee, recommended Dr. Walker to Jon, he had taken his own daughter, Sophie, to see him and apparently did wonders. "My grandson is seeing a shrink?!" John Sr. said, about to freak out.

"You know, I can't imagine you two being married" Stephanie said to Christian and Claire, who were still very good friends. "Three months into the marriage it would be like, hunny I had an affair" Claire said, "Oh, with who?" Christian said looking shocked. "His name was Donald" Claire replied, "Me too!" Christian said pointing to himself. Everyone laughed. "Do you want to fuck me?" Christian asked Claire, "Sorry, I don't do gay guys" Claire replied laughing, "Oh, gosh, that's too bad because I do!" Christian said. They loved making these kind of jokes, it was fun.

Chapter Thirteen

Serafina couldn't stop smiling since she met Frank. She couldn't wait for Monday, she would be able to see him again. She was having lunch with Harlow and Vivianne. "So, how did it go?" Harlow asked, "From that smile, I'm thinking, GREAT!" Vivianne said. "We had a few drinks, talked, didn't get into anything personal, just hobbies, bands we like and stuff like that. Then he took me to this mile long flower market and gave me a single red rose, then he asked did I want to meet up with him to have a few drinks again on Monday!" she said excitedly. Harlow and Vivianne's smiles dropped. "He asked you did you want to meet up and have a few drinks?" Harlow asked. Serafina nodded, she couldn't understand what was wrong with that. "What? What's wrong with that?" Serafina asked, panicking a bit now. "Hunny, a few drinks is what friends do, a dinner or movie is a date" Vivianne said putting her hand on top of Serafina's.

"Mom, can you drop me to the park?" Dakota asked Serafina. "Why?" Serafina wanted to see if she was going to tell the truth to her. "I'm meeting Jesse" she said. She was telling the truth. "Sure hun" Serafina said grabbing her car keys.

"Dad, you can go now" Jesse said to Jon. Jon smiled "It took me fifteen minutes to get over here, It'll take me another fifteen to get back to the car. I'm going to eat my lunch here. You and Dakota can go off by yourselves, I'll meet you here at five o' clock" Jon said to him.

"Mom, you really don't have to walk me to him" Dakota said, she was embarrassed that Serafina was walking her to Jesse. "Sweetie, I'm going to go for a walk anyway" Serafina said. They saw Jesse waiting, hands in his pockets. Serafina looked at the man sitting on the bench. Jesse said something to him and the man smiled. Serafina would know that smile anywhere, it was Frank.

"There she is" Jesse said to Jon. Jon looked at Dakota, she was very pretty. "She's a keeper man" Jon said with a smile. "No, she isn't." Jesse said. Jon looked back up at Dakota, he saw a woman walking next to her. It was Serafina. "Oh shit... Jess, do your old man a favor, pretend my name's Frank" Jon said to Jesse. "Sure" Jesse said, that was Jon's code name for when fans were around.

"Hey Jesse!" Dakota said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, let's go for a walk. Nice to see you again Miss. Williams" Jesse said walking with Dakota. "Frank? Is that you?" Serafina said when Jesse and Dakota were out of hearing distance. "Hey Serafina, fancy seeing you here" Jon said smirking. "Have you eaten?" Jon asked, not wanting his sandwich. "No" Serafina lied. Surely lunch would count as a date."Good, I know this great restaurant" Jon said getting up. His feet were killing him but he tried his best to walk at his normal pace. It was killing him. He walked up to his car and opened the door for Serafina. He had his Lincoln Navigator, the family car. He hoped to god there was nothing of the kids with their names on it, or his. "I love your car" Serafina said. "Thanks" Jon said relieved he could sit down.

"So, do you have many kids?" Serafina asked, eager to know him better. "I have six kids, Christian, Michelle, Stephanie, Jesse, Jake and Romeo" Jon said, "And you?" Serafina smiled, "Only Dakota, six kids, wow. I always wanted a big family" she said still smiling. "Are you Irish?" Jon asked, he just noticed her accent, he loved the Irish accent well really anything about Ireland. "Yeah, I am. I moved over here when I was twenty. I'm from Galway" she said smiling. "My..." Jon was about to tell her about Claire being from Ireland, but didn't know what to call her now. "My son, Christian, had a wife, Claire, she was from Ireland too" Jon told her. Jon couldn't take his eyes off of Serafina. "So, Frank, tell me about yourself" she said. Jon didn't know whether to make up a life about himself or just tell her the parts that weren't to do with his rock star life. "I was born in New Jersey, raised there. My father was a plumber turned hairdresser. He was an Italian. My mother was a playboy bunny, she worked in the restaurant. I have two younger brothers, Anthony and Matt. I hated school. I missed about one hundred days in my last year of high school, I graduated by the skin of my teeth." he laughed, then realised that might have been the wrong thing to say seeing as he was supposed to be a lawyer. "I was just kidding about the hundred days...I went to law school and then when I graduated I went to Paris and met a girl, her name was Jacklyn. You could say it was love at first sight. I married her, we had twins, Christian and Michelle. Then I realised that it wasn't love, it was lust. We divorced, I moved myself and the twins back to New Jersey, Jacklyn stayed in Paris. Then I met my high school sweetheart, her name was Dorothea. We dated for about six weeks and I asked her to marry me and we went to Vegas and got married, didn't tell a single soul about it. We had four children, Stephanie, Jesse, Jake and Romeo. When my youngest, Romeo, was one and a half, Dorothea died." Jon had never talked about this to anyone. But something deep down let him know he could trust her. "Oh my god...I hope you don't mind me asking, what happened to her?" Serafina asked. "We were at my parents, my mother wanted some pears. Dorothea said she would cycle down to the shop and get some for her. Next thing we heard a truck hoot I ran outside and down the street. She had been hit by the truck, she died in my arms" Jon said, tears in his eyes, staring into space. He was having a flashback.