Inescapable Desire (8 page)

Me:

Heyyy girly, just wanted to check up on u. IDK if ur coming back with us, leaving with the hottie from earlier?

As Brooklyn hasn’t text me back I venture into the ladies room. After freshening up I circle around the bar trying to find her. Making my way up stairs I hear my phone beeping. It’s a text finally from Brooklyn.

Brooklyn:

I’m leaving with Xander *fucking ROCK god* I’ll be back at the beach house tomorrow. xoxo

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Chapter 8

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As soon as I step up onto the second story I get an uneasy feeling, I feel as if someone is watching me. The place is packed with people sitting with friends having drinks, enjoying the music from below. I look around, but no one looks out of place. I hurry down the stairs to get back with Kayden, Jacob, and Zak. They are all taking tequila shots now along with everyone else.

“Hey baby, you find Brooklyn?” Kayden asks, pulling me down onto his lap.

“Yeah, she text me and said she will be going home with Xander, the rocker guy from earlier.”

“Okay, well the limo driver text me, he’s parked around back at The Spot. Whenever you’re ready to head out we can go.”

Kayden and his friends were deep in football playoff discussions and bowl game talk, that I found myself utterly bored out of my mind. Zak was just as engulfed in the conversation as Kayden was. So Jacob grabbed my hand and with his sexy British accent asked me to join him back on the dance floor. Giving Kayden a quick kiss I made my way to the dance floor.

I am still feeling uneasy; my stomach has tensed up into a bundle of knots. I have the feeling that someone is lurking around in the bar watching my every move. I don’t know if it’s just me being paranoid because of everything with the paparazzi lately. I just feel like people are constantly watching everything I do.

“Relax Savannah! You look like your puppy just died or something. We’re supposed to be out letting loose!” Jacob says pulling me onto the dance floor shimmying at me. I can’t help but let out a small laugh.

“Sorry, I just have a weird feeling; I think it’s just me being paranoid. It’s probably nothing.”

“Well, you are surrounded by a bunch of guys, if anyone tries to bother you, they won’t get far. So shake off your worries and dance your little ass off with me!”

Jacob has me laughing until my stomach hurts with his dance moves, he doesn’t dance because he has mad skills, that’s for sure. Before I know it I’m dancing to the Nicki Minaj and Cassie’s
The Boys
and letting all my anxiety float away. I have my hands up in the air bouncing with Jacob to the music thumping out of the speakers by us.

I am drenched with sweat so I throw my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head. Jacob is now grinding away with some chick in a micro mini dress, which looks to be painted on her. I feel hands wrap around me holding my hips firmly and swaying with me to the music. At first I think it’s Kayden, but then a familiar cologne fills my nose. It’s not Kayden’s but it smells a whole lot like Logan’s. I feel warm breath laced with Jack Daniels on my neck.

“I can feel your body reacting to my touch Savannah, I know you still want me.” Logan slurs in a low murmur into my ear as he runs his hands along my thighs. I panic and instantly freeze. Trying to process the fact that I’m not dreaming, this is really fucking happening. Logan is in Drip and putting his grimy fuckin’ hands on me. Was me busting his nose and telling him I’m done with him not good enough the first time?

Finally regaining my composure I jump out of Logan’s embrace. Not before some fuck head snaps a picture of Logan all over me. Just fan-fucking-tastic! I knew something wasn’t right; he has been following me all night, and who knows when else since he’s been in town.

I look around but Jacob is nowhere to be found, he either is off in another spot dancing or maybe went back to our booth. Logan stalks towards me as I’m trying to make my way through the crowd. “Savannah, you need to stop this. Stop fighting your feelings for me! I know you love me still. We can get past this.”

“Logan you need to get away from me, or this time I will not hold back!”

“You don’t understand how painful it is watching you with that guy. Seeing him with his hands all over you, kissing you. You’re MINE!” Logan shouts at me grabbing my arm. I’ve never witnessed Logan drunk like this before, and for the first time in my life. I’m actually scared of him, and what he might do.

The music is so loud no one seems to notice or care what is going on, besides the annoying asshole snapping my picture every five fuckin’ seconds. “Can you stop taking my picture? God…damn it!” I snap at the guy with the cell phone shoved in my face, following me as I try to get away from Logan. “And you!” I say yanking my arm out of Logan’s grip. “Let go of my arm, before I kick you in the balls so fucking hard you will be fishing them outta your God damn stomach!” I start taking longer strides, trying to make my way over to Kayden, and hopefully get away from Logan. I don’t think he is stupid enough to follow me over there, where there are about ten guys who all look like they could be football linemen. I look back quickly, but don’t see Logan anywhere. It’s like he vanished into thin air. I know all too well that he is still here, but where I have no idea.

The idiot with the camera finally got the hint and stopped following me. I’m dreading tomorrow; I already know he will sell the freaking photos to some sleazy magazine for a quick buck. Make money off of a situation that will be misconstrued and twisted every which way. They will make it out as if I’m hooking up with both Kayden and Logan while I’m in Texas. “FUCK!” I shout out in frustration.

I finally make it back to our table, not even knowing that I’m crying because I have so much anger raging through my body. I’m in complete shock and I think my body is in overload trying to process everything that just occurred. It doesn’t help that I’m drunk and can barley concentrate on walking let alone figure out what the fuck just happened.

Kayden’s eyes fall upon me as I stumble over to him. I have tears running down my cheeks dripping onto my chest. Everyone is now staring at me, just wonderful. Jumping to his feet Kayden pulls me to him looking at me with panic in his eyes. “Savannah! What’s wrong baby? Where the hell is Jacob?!”

I am now in a full fledge sob fest. My chest is shaking. I am not even that upset that Logan showed up here. I can handle Logan. I am freaked out by the fact that he is pretty much stalking me. To top it off now there will be photos all over the damn place; plastered on magazines and blogs everywhere of Logan and me together on the dance floor, and then fighting.

Kayden doesn’t know what he signed up for when he asked me to be with him. I am more trouble than I’m worth. He has a business to worry about. Not stress over what the press is saying about our supposed love triangle between Kayden, Logan and I. Logan wanted me and the ability to be with anyone else he desired. I don’t think any amount of therapy will fix that. I don’t know why he isn’t getting it through his head that we’re
done.

Taking in a few deep breaths to try and calm down my panic attack I’m finally able to speak. “Logan…he’s here!”

“Logan is here? In Drip?! Does that fuck head have a death wish! Did he hurt you?” Kayden begins scanning the crowd trying to see if he can spot Logan anywhere.

“No, he grabbed my arm when I tried to get away from him, but he didn’t hurt me. I felt like someone has been watching me most of the night. I was dancing with Jacob, he disappeared somewhere I don’t know where. Next thing I know I feel someone come up behind me and start dancing with me. I…I thought it was you!” My cries overtake me. I can’t find the words to tell Kayden about the photos that were just taken of Logan and me. He will really lose it.

Walking over to the booth Kayden sits me down. “Stay here…Sam, Beau, J.R. come with me. I gotta look for Logan Sanders. That piece of shit has gone too far. It’s about time someone taught that dickhead a lesson!” Leaning down to kiss me, Kayden brushed away the tears from my cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. Zak will sit with you.” Turning to Zak, Kayden tells him if Logan shows up over here to text his cell, and not to let Logan out of his site.

I sat with my elbows resting on my knees, and my face buried in my hands. “Un-fucking-believable.” I say in between sobs. I am finally calming myself down, but now I feel like I’m going to get sick. The anticipation of not knowing what is going on is killing me. If Kayden has found Logan, what will happen once he comes face to face with him?

“Logan is the ex that I keep hearing about huh?” Zak says sitting down beside me.

“Yeah, I take it you’ve read about my love life drama, or heard all about it on TV. It’s embarrassing and extremely annoying at the same time. I just wish sometimes I could live a normal life. Boy and girl break-up; friends, family, and people in your town maybe fuss over it for a few days, but by the end of the week it’s old news. Not with my life, everyone wants to just drag this shit out. It has been months, and I still have to have the worst night of my life shoved down my throat twenty-four-seven.”

“Yeah I can see how that can be hard. I guess us normal people; take our average life for granted. I don’t think I could handle people judging my life every second of the day. Thinking what you wear or who you’re dating is a topic free for them to scrutinize.”

Rolling my eyes I turn to look at Zak, “Yeah it’s stressful, that is why I’m a freaking mess right now…some idiot was snapping pictures of us on the dance floor. I thought Logan was Kayden at first when the guy took pictures of us and then followed us through the dance floor snapping pictures as we fought. So I won’t be shocked to see them all over the news tomorrow. Sleazy magazines pay good money for a juicy story and photos to boot.”

Pulling me against him Zak rubbed my arm. It felt odd having him be affectionate and caring towards me, seeing I barley know him. I start scanning the crowd looking for anyone else ready to pounce on me and take my picture now with Zak.

“People wish for fame and fortune, but they don’t realize the price we pay is bigger than any amount of money we have. Don’t get me wrong I love my life style that I get to live thanks to my mom and dad. But sometimes you wish you can just be normal for just a little while.” I say letting out a small laugh, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Yeah true, but it sucks for those of us who are struggling money wise. A few thousand in my pocket would make all that seem like a tiny annoyance.”

I let out a small groan, “Only people who don’t live the life I live say that. Believe me after a while it gets old.”

Zak is just about to say something when we hear shouts from across the bar. “Oh Shit! I think Kayden found Logan!” I shout jumping up from my seat and rushing towards the commotion. With Zak behind me we run through the bar to where everyone has formed a circle around Kayden and Logan. Kayden towers over Logan by at least three inches and in the muscle category there is no competition. Kayden wins hands down. This could get ugly and fast.

“What the fuck is your problem bro!” Logan screams at Kayden who’s centimeters away from Logan’s face, with Logan’s shirt fisted in his hand.

“My problem
bro
is that you can’t get it through your fuckin’ head to stay the fuck away from Savannah!”

I don’t know if it’s because Logan is drunk, but he doesn’t seem to be fazed at all with Kayden being two seconds away from pounding his face in. I’m just standing here taking in the scene unfolding in front of me. Security is trying to get through the crowd, but people seem to wanna see a good fight and are making it impossible for them to get through.

“Last I knew it wasn’t illegal to sit in a bar and have a drink. It’s just a coincidence that Savannah happens to be here.” Logan said raising his hand up to grab onto Kayden’s shirt.

I let out a small gasp, I would love to see Logan get the shit beat out of him, but the last thing I want is Kayden hauled off in handcuffs because he got into a bar fight.

Kayden let out a deep chuckle. The more angry he is getting the thicker his Southern drawl is becoming. “Coincidence? If you would have dragged your sorry ass back to Los Angeles days ago you wouldn’t be able to run into her here! Nice black eye by the way. My baby has a mean right hook.” Kayden glances at me giving me a wink. Even from across the room, Kayden is able to help me feel at ease.

“Don’t call her baby! Savannah is mine! You are just a speed bump along the way. It won’t be long and she will be crawling back to me; begging for me to take her back!”

“You are a fucking lunatic you know that? You fucked every whore who would willingly spread her legs for you! That’s not love, and believe me Savannah is quiet satisfied with our relationship. She will not be running back to you
ever
. So, Don’t. Hold. Your.Breath!” With those words Kayden takes his first swing. Logan stumbles back a few steps but doesn’t go down.

I am gripping Zak’s arm to the point where my nails are digging into his skin. I glance to the other side of Zak and notice Jacob is back. “Holy shit what’d I miss?” Jacob asks Zak. “Is that Logan Sanders? Kayden is knocking the shit out of?!” He says spitting out his beer out.

“Yeah, that dick shit followed Savannah here and practically attacked her on the dance floor because she won’t take him back. That dude is seriously fucked up.”

I try to just zone them out and focus my attention on Kayden. Security is getting closer and the cops are outside, there blue and red lights are reflecting on the walls of the night club. I instantly wonder where Brooklyn is and if she has left yet, or is still here and trying to find me. I pull out my cell phone to try and text her quick.

Before I type I see Logan taking a swing at Kayden connecting with his cheek. Rage consumes Kayden and he grabs Logan’s shirt with both hands lifting him off the ground, pressing him against the wall.

“You have one more chance to get the fuck outta here and head straight to L.A., it’s your choice! Just know this, if you don’t walk out that door when I set you down. I will not hold back any more. You think those punches hurt? Those were fuckin’ love taps. When I’m finished with you, you’ll be shittin’ out teeth for a fuckin’ week!”