This last week has totally fucked with my head. Every time I think I’m done with all the crazy shit that’s being throwing my way, something else fuckin’ happens.
After Zak was caught, and Savannah accepted my proposal I thought all this crap we’d been through was done and over with. We could finally just sit back and enjoy our life together. I figured right now she’d have me buried up to my nose with wedding crap. Like where to have the ceremony, what cake to have, and how many guests to invite. Instead, we’ve spent the last week apart with our future in doubt.
I was so happy when Savannah called me last night and told me she was coming back to Texas. But then I went from happy to fuckin’ pissed off in zero-point-two-seconds after she told me Giselle concocted this entire thing, not to mention the betrayal of my Assistant, the one employee I should be able to trust without second thought. Has me wondering what else she has disclosed to others that I don’t know about yet. They’ll wish they’d never messed with us by the time I’m through with them.
I figured with Savannah coming back home that things were all good now. But then shit, what do I find on my cell phone this afternoon; a picture of Savannah lying on a bar letting some guy do belly shots off of her. I couldn’t see his face because it was dark in the club…my club of all places. But a source confirmed that it was none other than Shayne Andrews. Shayne-Fuckin-Andrews! The guy I’m throwing a party for here in Vegas to celebrate his highly anticipated fight next weekend.
“Hey man, what are you drinking?” Dixon asks as the bottle girl approaches our table snapping me out of my dark thoughts.
Raking my fingers through my hair, I drag my gaze from the crowd on the dance floor, and reply, “Just bring me a bottle of Jack.”
I’m not in the mood for partying and feel horrible. This is Braxton’s last hurrah before he and Mya make it official and tie the knot. I still can’t believe they’re finally getting married. It took him fuckin’ long enough to finally get the balls to ask her. They’ve been together since high school.
“So ya enjoying your last trip to Vegas as a bachelor so far?” I ask Braxton trying to distract myself from my wondering mind. If I keep thinking about Shayne being all over my fuckin’ fiancé, I won’t be able to stop myself from walking over to his table and beatin’ the livin’ shit outta him.
Letting out a loud chuckle Braxton slides his hands behind his head and leans back in the booth as he smiles across the table at me. “Hell yeah, but it won’t be complete until I drag your asses to the casino for some poker and take y’all for all ya got.”
“Ha. You wish Bro. Y’all know no one’s better at Texas hold’em than yours truly. So ya best be prepared to lose.” Dixon says finally taking his eyes off his cell phone. He’s been texting non-stop for the last twenty minutes.
“First of all, I taught you how to play poker douchebag, and secondly, this is a guy’s weekend. So put the damn phone away and drink!” I shout lifting my glass into the air. The sound of ice clinking off of the glass can barely be heard over the loud thumping techno music.
After a few minutes of back and forth bantering with Dixon and Braxton, they finally shifted their bullshit talking to the fight next weekend. I’m glad they’ve not said anything about the story spreading like wild fire about Savannah. I think they know as well as I do, if I get worked up, it’ll be me next all over the gossip sites and celebrity news shows.
Between the beers I had at dinner and the two glasses of Jack and Coke I’ve had since we got to Vertigo, I’m feelin’ pretty buzzed. Turning, I wave over a bottle girl and ask her to bring us another bottle of Jack. Getting totally shit faced tonight is on my agenda.
Reaching for the bottle, I proceed to pour myself another drink, I feel someone sit beside me. Immediately my nose is attacked by an overly sweet perfume. Smells like someone rolled around in a candy shop before coming to the club.
I instantly freeze when I hear the all too familiar voice of Trixie LaRue. She’s a well-known socialite who lives in Vegas, and has been known to jump on a stripper pole on occasion. Trixie’s father is a big name movie producer in Hollywood who has a shelf full of awards. Her life consists of partying and living off daddy’s money.
“Kayden Knox! I thought that was you. It’s been like what? Six months since I last saw you. It’s about time you came back to Vegas!” She says overly enthusiastic into my ear, as she presses her double D boobs against my arm. She flashes a flirtatious smile at Braxton and Dixon, who look none too happy about Trixie crashing our guy’s night. This is the last fuckin’ thing I need, how much more shit can be pilled on my head?!
Shifting my body, I maneuver away from her, but she’s like a fuckin’ puppy begging for attention. She is immediately scooting closer to me. Rolling my eyes, I tip my head back, tossing back the entire glass. I just found another reason to get totally fucked up. I can’t believe I ever fucked this chick. Now that I’ve been with Savannah I see how shallow I was, bedding anything with big tits, and a perky personality. Fuckin’ moron…that’s what I was.
Dixon jokes, trying to get a rise out of her. “Hey Trixie. What are you doing at a UFC party? Looking for your new conquest?”
Snapping her head from me to Dixon, she lets out an annoyed grunt, “I was invited by Shayne. It’s a pretty kick ass party. I can’t believe all the people who’ve showed up. This party’s going to be all over the magazines come tomorrow. The paparazzi are lined up outside, just dying to get some pics of drunk celebrities stumbling out of the hotel.”
I imagine Trixie will be one of those girls hanging off of an A-list celebrity as they make their way outta the hotel. She’s a fame whore, and always seems to land on the arm of guys whose career is booming at the moment. She’ll do anything for her five minutes of fame.
“Well Knox, you’re being awful quiet tonight. I think you need something to distract you, and put you in a better mood.” Trixie’s says placing her hand on my thigh, slowly working her way up to the crotch of my jeans.
I quickly grab her hand, stopping it as she tries to slide it along the inside of my thigh. “I’m fine. If you’re looking for a good time Trixie, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’m not interested.” I’m hoping she takes notice to the annoyance and disgust in my voice and fuckin’ leaves.
With her mouth hanging open, Trixie stutters momentarily, as her brain; which by my guess isn’t much bigger than that of a pigeon, tries to process the fact that I’m turning her away. I can’t help but laugh to myself. I bet I’m the first to tell her no, with that thought I’m starting to feel sick, because now I can’t stop thinking about how many guys she’s probably been with. The fact that I’ve slept with her just makes me feel fuckin’ nasty.
Finally able to form a sentence, Trixie borrows her eyes into me, “What the fuck is stuck up your ass Kayden. Just because you cheated on your girlfriend, and she left your ass doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole to me.”
“Nothing’s stuck up my ass. I just don’t have any desire to fuck you when I know every guy with a couple million in his bank account has stuck his dick in you. I made the mistake of fuckin’ you before but darlin’, ain’t gonna happen again.”
Sneaking a look over at Dixon and Braxton, I see them both kicked back and enjoying the Trixie show. Just as Trixie is finally sliding off of the couch I hear Brooklyn, “What the fuck are you doing with Trixie?” She shouts standing beside our table, with her hands resting on her hips. Savannah’s standing beside her, with a look of pain washing over her gorgeous face. It feels like a sucker punch to my fuckin’ stomach. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea.
“Oh Brooklyn, it is so nice to see you too.” Trixie says dryly.
Brooklyn ignores Trixie, her focus is on me, her features are hard and cold, the funny carefree best friend to my sweet Savannah is gone. She takes another step getting inches away from Trixie. Snapping her attention from Trixie, Brooklyn yells at Kayden, “What. The. Fuck. Is she doing here?”
Fuck me, this night just keeps getting better. “Nothing’s going on, Trixie stopped by to say hello, but she’s leaving now.” I turn my eyes back to Trixie, emphasizing ‘now’.
I’m pissed off at the moment because of the shit with Shayne last night but I still love her and want to make things better between us. I just needed some time to clear my head. Seeing those pictures really fucked with my head. All the shit with Lulu instantly came back to me.
Trixie turns her attention to Savannah, “I can’t leave without introducing myself. We haven’t had the privilege of meeting yet!” God her voice is like fuckin’ nails on a chalk board. I swear my ears are going to start bleeding if I have to listen to her talk much longer. I’m too drunk to deal with this shit.
Stepping forward, Savannah stares intensely at Trixie with her poker face on. She’s sizing her up. I can’t control the smile stretching across my face and notice Braxton and Dixon have leaned forward in preparation of their front row seat for the event about to go down. Savannah doesn’t take shit from nobody, Trixie doesn’t know who she’s messing with.
Giving her a small wave, and a half smile Savannah introduces herself. “I’m Savannah, Kayden’s fiancée.”
Hearing those words come out of her mouth sucks all the air from my lungs. I love her more than I love life itself, and to hear her call herself my fiancée after everything we’ve been through…It’s the greatest feeling ever. But bittersweet because even though I love hearing it, it also makes my chest ache because I can’t get the image out of my head of her with Shayne last night.
“Well nice to finally meet you Savannah. Maybe now that you’re here, Kayden will pull whatever the hell is shoved up his ass out. He isn’t the usual Kayden I’ve come to know and love. He’s been a total prick to me.” Flashing her eyes from Savannah to me momentarily, Trixie has a look in her eye that tells me she’s not trying to play nice with Savannah.
Trixie is trudging on choppy waters right now. I don’t for a second doubt Savannah will go all country on her ass if she says the wrong thing. My girl is small but she’s a bad ass if you push her too far.
Clearing her throat, Brooklyn reaches over the table, and snatches Dixon’s shot out of his hand. “I think you may want this.” She says holding it out to Savannah.
Rolling her eyes she reaches out taking the shot from Brooklyn. “Yeah my staying sober tonight just flew out the window.” Savannah says tipping her head back and downing the shot of Whiskey.
I can barely think straight having her this close to me after a week of being so far away from one another. Seeing her hurtin’ is killin’ me, but…Fuck, I’m hurtin’ too.
She should’ve known how I would feel seeing another man with his mouth on her body. She’s mine. Every. Single. Inch. Savannah belongs to me.
Trixie turns her attention to Savannah once again, “So what was it like shooting someone? I could never do that. Seeing blood…yuk, it makes me so queasy!” Shaking her head and pressing her hand against her chest, Trixie flashes a sympathetic look at Savannah. I can see through her act. She is being the Trixie I know; a self-centered bitch, who sees Savannah as competition.
At the same time Braxton and Dixon snap their heads at me, all of our expressions are screaming the same thing, Holy fuckin’ shit! Did Trixie seriously just fuckin’ ask Savannah that!
“Trixie, you need to get the fuck outta here, before I pick you up and remove you myself!” I hiss through clenched teeth, I can’t take the painful look in Savannah’s eyes as she stares at Trixie in shock. I love her way too fuckin’ much to allow this stupid slut to say anything to Savannah about Jacob. She needs to fuckin’ go!
Everything happens so fast; before I know it, Savannah’s hand is connecting with Trixie’s cheek. The techno music is thumping so you can’t hear the force behind the slap, but Trixie’s cheek immediate turns fire red and she falls back into the booth. “I cannot believe you just fuckin’ asked me that! Who does that!?” Savannah shouts with her face inches from Trixie’s.
Savannah’s eyes are large and twinkling with tears. Before I can get out of the booth she’s spinning around to leave our VIP area, stopping momentarily to look back at me she holds her hand up motioning for me to stop. “Don’t!” Is all she says before storming off.
I’m dumb founded. This is not how I’d planned our reunion, thanks to Trixie; Savannah is pissed at me…again! I can’t catch a fuckin’ break!
Focusing all of my anger on Trixie, I tear my gaze away from Savannah and back to Trixie, who’s cupping her redden cheek. Before I can even get a word out Brooklyn is bringing down the wrath on her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! That was low even for you!” Brooklyn shouts throwing her hands in the air, as Trixie flinches backing away from her. Brooklyn’s entire body is vibrating with anger, looking like she’s a few seconds away from beating her ass. Trixie immediately jumps up out of the booth, in an attempt to level the playing field with Brooklyn.
Snapping out of my state of shock from what just transpired, I follow her and climb out of the booth, grab Trixie‘s arm and force her to look at me. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot you know that! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell as she pulls her arm from my grip. Trixie keeps looking from Brooklyn to me, with not an ounce of regret in her eyes. This bitch is getting a high off of the hurt she’s caused.
“What? I only asked a simple question? I was curious? How was I to know she’d go all crazy and attacking me! She‘s lucky I‘m not speed dialing my father’s attorney to draw up assault charges on the crazy bitch!”
Brooklyn takes another step towards Trixie pointing her finger an inch from her face. I am shocked at the fact that Brooklyn hasn’t thrown a punch yet. I glance over at Dixon who’s focused entirely on Brooklyn with a cocky grin plastered across his face enjoying himself immensely.
“You may be blonde Trixie, but you’re far from being that stupid. You’re an evil bitch, who has no fuckin’ life so you get your kicks from making everyone around you miserable! You think Savannah‘s slap hurt, just remember I throw punches bitch, and I don‘t hold back. You even think about causing any more heartache for Savannah and I‘ll beat your ass seven-ways-to-Sunday!”
Clenching my fists I fight the urge to physically remove Trixie from my club. She needs to get the fuck outta here before I lose it. Dixon and Braxton must notice my entire body shaking with fury, because they leap to their feet, quickly trying to get Trixie to go elsewhere. I’m grateful when I spot them dragging her over to one of our bouncers and he escorts her out of the club.
Brooklyn glances at me momentarily over her shoulder, with her eyes scrunched together looking mad as hell before running after Savannah.
Fuck! Now Brooklyn’s pissed at me! So much for a fun relaxing weekend with my boys, this night has turned to shit. Jax had the right idea going straight to gambling.
“I have to go find Savannah, try to sort all this shit out, you guys coming or staying here?” Ranking my fingers through my hair, I look back to where Savannah disappeared to. I don’t see her or Brooklyn anywhere.
“We’ll hang here, have some more drinks. Maybe walk around chat up some people. Go find Savannah.” Braxton tells me clapping me on the back. “If you need us just shoot one of us a text.”
Not wasting any time, I maneuver through the crowed. There are people dancing by the tables making it hard to get through. With alcohol coursing through my veins my head is foggy, and every step I take my entire body feels off balance. I feel like a ping pong ball bouncing off of people as I try to find Savannah.
After what feels like an eternity, I finally spot Savannah and Brooklyn. My heart stops in my chest as my blood boils inside my veins when I see who they’re with. Standing beside Savannah, resting his hand on her fuckin’ arm is Shayne. I immediately see red.
Clenching my hands into fists along my sides, and taking in hard sharp breaths, I make my way towards them. Friend or not, seeing Shayne consoling my girl is too much after knowing he was all over her in LA last night. There’s people screaming and dancing all around me, but all I see is Savannah. My feet freeze in place as her eyes lock onto mine. The hurt I see in them is almost too much, but I’m too far gone to stop the course I’m on.
Taking long strides, I reach Shayne within seconds, with my anger sobering me up quickly. Savannah see’s the all too familiar look in my eye that says I’m ready to throw down. Friends don’t fuck with other friends women, especially one’s they’re engaged to.
Reaching out for me with desperation in her voice Savannah tries to stop me, “Kayden!”
Ignoring her I focus all my attention on Shayne. His lips instantly curl up in a Cheshire grin. “Hey, Knox.” He greets me with his laid back persona but his face shows me the truth. He has to know that I’ve read the bullshit story going around about Savannah and him. I threw this fuckin’ party for him, and he hasn’t even once tried to clear the air with me tonight. He’s shady as fuck, and I want nothing more than to knock that smug smile off of his fuckin’ face.
“Don’t try to act all fuckin’ friendly with me Shayne. I see straight through your bullshit. First you’re all over my girl last night, and now I find you yet again with her?”
Brooklyn and Savannah wanting to stop this before it escalates try to talk me down, but I drown them out. I put all my attention onto the piece of shit in front of me. He may think I’m to chicken shit to fight him because he does MMA, but he’s never been more wrong. I never back down from a fight, and never have I in my entire twenty six years ever lost a fight. I don’t intend on that changing tonight.
“Is there not enough women throwing themselves at you Shayne? You have to try and get with Savannah?” I spit out at him.
He throws his head back letting out a small chuckle. Taking a pull from his beer, Shayne shifts his eyes off of me, and onto Savannah. I immediately notice her become uncomfortable under his gaze, and drop her eyes immediately down to the floor.
Slamming his empty bottle down onto the table beside him, Shayne focus his attention back onto me, “If you want to get all territorial Knox, than I can too. I take it from the way you’re talking; Savannah hasn’t brought you up to speed on all of the men from her past. If she had, I know you sure as hell wouldn’t be throwing me this party tonight, and our friendship would’ve been over the minute you two got together.”
What the fuck is he talking about? Did I drink more than I thought tonight and I’m now hallucinating?
Reaching out to me, Savannah rests her hand on my forearm. I can feel her nerves bubbling over as her handshakes against my skin. The electricity that sparks between us the moment our skin connects is overwhelming. I’ve ached for her touch this entire time we’ve been apart, but now my feelings are all over the place I feel desire engulfed with a roaring fire of anger.
Her voice comes out shaky as she shouts over the music and chatter around us, “Kayden please don’t do this. Come with me please, so we can talk about this privately.”
I shake my head back and forth ever so slowly, as I bring my focus back to Shayne. “I’m not going anywhere. Not until Shayne here has his moment on his soap box. Go on Shayne; please enlighten me on your relationship with my fiancée?” My heart is hammering so forcefully against my chest that it feels like any second it’s going to burst out of my chest.
Leaning against the table and resting his hands on either side of himself Shayne turns to Savannah, “Sorry doll, I won’t let him walk around acting like I’m trying to stick my dick into his chick.”
The posse that’s filling Shayne’s VIP table has now focused their attention onto us and what’s transpiring.
“This is fuckin’ stupid. You two need to stop this pissing contest, and get over your freakin’ selves! You’re friends! Don’t let something so elementary come between you two. Kayden threw you this party for Christ sake!” Brooklyn says stepping between Shayne and me. The determination in her voice causes a knot in my stomach to form.
Raking my fingers through my hair, and letting out a sharp breath, I step around Brooklyn, causing Shayne to bring his attention back to me. Forcing myself between them, I fist his t-shirt causing everyone around us to gasp. Cell phones are turning on all around us as people begin taping our altercation.
“Say what you have to say, my patience is running thin!”
Shayne’s flashes a small smile up at me before reciprocating my actions, and fisting my shirt into his hand as well. “Don’t push me Knox, I never turn down a fight no matter who the fuck it is.”
A raspy chuckle escapes my mouth as Shayne’s words sink in. “I never back down either. I’d hate to beat your ass a week before the big fight, but you keep pushing me and you’ll leave me no other option. So say whatever the fuck you gotta say before I knock your ass out just for the simple fact that you had your mouth on Savannah last night.”
Shoving me off of him, he releasing his hold on my shirt looking at me and everyone who’s accumulated around us. Sliding his hand over his buzzed head Shayne finally begins to speak. He’s still has the same cocky grin on his face, but I can see anger erupting in his eyes as I stand toe to toe with him.
“You may have Savannah now, but I had her first. I helped her sooth her broken heart, and it was the best lay of my life. I had no idea handcuffing a woman to my car and fucking her brains out could be so arousing. I swear I sported a hard on for days after that. Every time I drive my car…” I can’t hear any more of this; I need to stop the vile words that are pouring out of his mouth. Without thinking, I connect my first with his face.
“You’re fuckin’ dead!” I scream as I block a punch he throws at me after the shock of being punched wares off. Fisting his shirt in my hands I rip him off of the table he fell back onto. Blood is pouring out of his nose, and the corner of his mouth. Spitting out some onto the floor, and wiping the rest away onto his shirt, Shayne stares me down. He throws another punch, this time connecting with my jaw. Instantly pain courses through my jaw and into my ear. Massaging my mouth, I flash him a small smile, “Come on Shayne, I know you can hit better than that!”
I can hear Savannah and Brooklyn screaming at us to stop somewhere behind us, but right now my entire focus is on the piece of shit who fucked her. I know it was before us but it still pisses me off, he continues to pursue her.
The next few seconds go by in a blur; we end up on the floor each taking punch for punch. The entire VIP area has formed a circle around us, and I know for a fact this shits going to go viral within the hour, but I don’t give a flying fuck at the moment.
I feel a pair of hands grab onto me pulling me off of Shayne, and I spin around to find one of my bouncers are dragging me away from Shayne, while another pulls Shayne off of the ground and escorting him out of the VIP area.
Looking around the crowd I no longer see Savannah anywhere. I spot Dixon and Braxton making their way through the crowd of people who are slowly returning to their partying now that the show’s over. Lifting my shirt up I wipe my mouth, my white t-shirt is now ripped and stained with blood.
“What the fuck was that!?” Dixon screams at me as security follows us to my office.
Giving him a, don’t fuck with me look, I ignore him and stock towards my office door. My head is too fucked up to process all this shit right now.
I can hear Braxton and Dixon talking behind me as we push our way through the crowd on the dance floor. The sound of Britney Spears and Will-I-Am bumping out of the speakers makes my head instantly pound.
Memories of Savannah dancing to this song plays in my mind like a movie, swaying her hips to Scream and Shout, as she climbed onto the stripper pole in our limo. Never in my life was so consumed with desire for a woman before Savannah. Ever since our first night together I’ve been addicted to her taste, her touch, needing it like an addict needs his next fix.
I can’t blame Shayne for wanting her; fuck any man with half a brain would want her. Just the fact that someone I’ve known for so long is the person trying to take her away from me is more than I can take.
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