Infinite Desire (10 page)

“Well
I have the car ride over to the airport to make up my mind.” Is all she says
before grabbing her luggage and leaving the room.

“Ugh.
You can be so stubborn.” I mumble under my breath, following her out.

~~~

The
paparazzi got wind that we were all in Vegas and have been staked out in front
of the hotel for the last twenty-four hours. Thank God I slipped on some
sunglasses before leaving the hotel, because it was like a fire storm of lights
as soon as we stepped out the door. They were yelling at Kayden and me asking
if we were back together. He snaked his arm around my waist and flashed them
his mega-watt smile before telling them, “Yes we are, and soon enough she’ll be
Mrs. Kayden Knox.”

Kayden
had one of the Knox Hotel Escalades bring us to the tarmac. The ride to the
airport was definitely awkward. Kayden and I sat in the first row, Dixon sat in
the back row alone, and Brooklyn sat shot gun. I spent the entire ride curled
up in Kayden’s arms, relishing in the fact that I’m here with him. Vegas had
some good moments, but I am ready to get home, get back to work and begin planning
my wedding with Kayden. First thing on the agenda is picking a wedding date.

As
soon as the car stopped beside Kayden’s jet, Brooklyn quickly jumped out. She
doesn’t go inside though, and I know she’s contemplating going inside the
airport and buying a one-way ticket back to Los Angeles.

The
anger boiling inside of me gives me the courage to say something to Dixon.
Kneeling on the leather seat I spin around and face Dixon. The driver is just
opening the door for us as I begin tearing into him. Kayden steps out of the
SUV, but stands in the doorway watching me, “If Brooklyn ends up going back to
LA, instead of Galveston, I swear to God Dixon, I’m going to kick your ass! If
you don’t love her, why the hell did you marry her? You knew she was in love
with you and what breaking her heart would do to her, but still you do this? If
you want an annulment, fine. But don’t treat my best friend like one of the
sluts you pick up in the clubs back in Houston, because I will not allow it!
She deserves more than that.”

I
don’t give him the privilege of responding back to me. As soon as I say what I
have to say, I’m out of the car and looking for Brooklyn. I need to make sure
she’s coming home with me.

After
a lot of convincing, I’m able to get Brooklyn to agree to come back to the
beach house. I promised we’d stay far away from Dixon, and that the flight
would be over before we know it.

Brooklyn
and I chose to spend the flight in the jets suite, lying on the bed, watching
mean girls for the millionth time. Half way through the flight I hear Dixon
yell out in pain and then Kayden asking him what the hell was wrong with him.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I leave Brooklyn sitting on the bed, and head
out into the cabin of the plane to grab us some snacks.

Standing
behind the row of seats all four guys are sitting at, I rest my hands against
the cool leather and peer over Dixon’s shoulder. I slide my eyes from Kayden
back to Dixon and with curiosity in my voice, I ask, “What’s wrong? I heard ya
yelling out in pain a few moments ago?”

Dixon
snaps his head to Kayden glaring at him as if he’s telling him to not say a
word, which only peaks my interest. I quickly give Kayden the look that says
you
either tell me, or I will have to torture it out of you
. I smile as I see
Kayden flash Dixon a sympathetic look before spilling it, “Dixon here, got
trashed last night, and got a tattoo at the shop in the hotel!” Kayden drawls,
clapping Dixon on the shoulder.

“You’re
a pussy whipped asshole, you know that right?!” Dixon yells with annoyance in
his voice. He tips his head back and drains his beer, his Adams apple bobbing
up and down his neck. Slamming the bottle down, he stands, storms off and shuts
himself in the bathroom.

“What’s
up with the Dixon’s temper tantrum?” I ask, making my way around the seats and
plopping down onto Kayden’s lap. Jax and Braxton divert their attention away
from me and back onto the movie they’re watching. Immediately letting me know
that they’re lips are sealed. Rolling my eyes, I focus back on Kayden. “Well?”
I ask, tugging on the collar of his shirt and sealing my lips over his for a
kiss. Pulling away I give him my biggest smile, “Come on! What did he get for a
tattoo? Is it something really, really stupid? That’s why he doesn’t want me to
see it?”

Raking
his fingers through his hair, Kayden sucks in a sharp breath between clenched
teeth. For a second, I think he’s going to keep quiet and not tell me.
Seriously, how childish is Dixon being? It’s just a tattoo! A drunk tattoo none
the less, so it has to be hilarious.

Lowering
his voice, and pulling me tightly against his chest, I momentarily become
distracted by Kayden’s cologne consuming my senses and his warm breath on my
neck. I will myself to focus, soon enough we’ll be home and alone once again.

“Dixon…tattooed
Brooklyn on the inside of his right bicep.” Kayden says totally knocking me off
of my axis.
I was not expecting that
!

My
mouth falls open and I stammer as I try to form words, I begin giggling
uncontrollably, when I get nervous I laugh…a lot. “What!? He did what now? Does
Brooklyn know?” I fire off my questions at rapid speed.

Kayden
finds my state of shock amusing and a husky laugh escapes him too. “I don’t
know. He said they went together after eloping. I still can’t believe that shit.
They were totally shit-faced, so he doesn’t think she remembers.

“That
asshole! Did you bust his balls? After all the shit he said on the plane ride
back from the Bahamas’ about you tattooing my name on your ribs, I’d give it
back to him tenfold.”

“You
bet your sweet fuckin’ ass I busted his chops. I was getting him all riled up
before you came out, but I think all of this is still sinking in. My aunt and
uncle are going to kick his ass, that’s for sure. No prenup! My aunt’s going to
flip-a-fuckin’ lid! He’s shaking in his fuckin’ boots right now.”

Oh
damn. I didn’t even think of that. Jumping off of Kayden’s lap, I spin around
and face Jax; I need to say something because I can only imagine how
uncomfortable he must be. “How are you holding up Jax?” I ask, giving him a
sympathetic smile.

Taking
a pull from his beer, he smiles back as he gazes at me over the bottle. Resting
the bottle on his thigh, he finally says, “I’m good mate, don’t ya worry one
second ‘bout how I’m doin’. I didn’t expect any less; I’m not blind. Brooklyn
is an amazing girl, and if the timing was different, maybe we could’ve went
beyond friends with benefits. But I don’t regret any of the time I spent with
her.” His Australian accent is just so darn sweet, I can’t stop myself. I pull
a shocked Jax in for a quick hug.

“You’re
so sweet Jax. I know you’ll find a girl someday who’ll be totally smitten with
you. How could she not? Your drop dead gorgeous and have an accent that makes
all the girls swoon.” I giggle as he raises an eyebrow at my compliments.
Smacking his chest, I pull away and glare down at him, “Don’t you give me that
look Jaxson! You’re a fine catch.”

Braxton
chimes in, “uhh ohh, she used your full name, shit just got serious.” I notice
the sarcasm and amusement in his voice and dramatically roll my eyes at him,
huff out a breath of air and act annoyed.

“If
ya say so.” He laughs again. Turning to Braxton, he elbows him and with sarcasm
in his voice says, “Ya hear that mate, I make girls swoon with my accent.” This
time we are all laughing as Dixon comes out of the bathroom. He gives us all a
look and asks, “What’d I miss?” Which just causes us all to start laughing all
over again?

After
we regain our composure, I pull Dixon into the kitchenette area to talk to him
in private. After a lot of talking and him listening, I convince him to go in
and talk with Brooklyn. I can see he cares about her; unfortunately, Dixon and
Brooklyn both are afraid of commitment. They just have to realize that a
monogamous relationship isn’t as bad as they think it is.

Anyone
with two eyes can see the fireworks that go off when they’re together. They can
rile each other up like no one else can, and they keep one another on their
toes. I’m terrified that he’s going to shatter her heart into a thousand
pieces, but I think they’ll always wonder what if, if they don’t at least try
to see where things could go.

“Can
you believe it’s been a month since Vegas?” Brooklyn asks, as she takes a sip
from her sweet tea.

I
take a bite of my grilled chicken sandwich, and wash it down with my ice water.
“I know, it feels like it was just yesterday. I can’t believe Monday was yours
and Dixon’s one month wedding anniversary.” I laugh as Brooklyn rolls her eyes
at me, and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Who
knew I’d be celebrating one month of marriage; I thought for sure we’d have had
our marriage annulled the second we landed back in Houston.”

I
spot Mya walking in out of the corner of my eye, and spin around to wave to
her. “Hey, bride to be! You ready to get your shop on?” I tease, as she walks
over with a tote full of bridal magazines and plops down in the chair between
Brooklyn and I.

We’re
having lunch at the country club with Mya to go over wedding stuff. Brooklyn
and I are bridesmaids, so we’re deciding on our dresses today. Doing all this
wedding stuff with Mya is making me anxious to start working on my own wedding.
Kayden and I talked a little over the last few weeks since coming back from
Vegas and decided we want to get married as soon as possible, so we’re planning
an August 23
^rd
wedding, two days before Kayden’s birthday. That only
gives us April to the beginning of August to organize it, so I hired a
well-respected wedding planner that Mya referred me too. I have an appointment
with her this Monday at our house in Sugar Land to go over what I’m wanting.

Gladly
accepting a glass of water from the waiter, Mya takes a few sips through her
straw before diggings the books out of her bag. “This wedding is running me
ragged. I swear it keeps getting bigger and bigger every freakin’ day!
Braxton’s mama has invited everyone and their brother. We have over
five-hundred guests that are just family plus all the team mates of his and
friends from college. If you’re smart, y’all will do a small wedding, because
I’m two seconds away from pulling a Brooklyn, and dragging Braxton to Vegas to
elope.”

We
all instantly burst out laughing as she calls eloping to Vegas,
pulling a
Brooklyn
. That’s freaking hilarious! “Well, I tried to get Kayden to pull a
Brooklyn as you say,” I slide my gaze to Brooklyn, and flash her a smile before
focusing back on Mya, “but he’s dead set on giving me my dream wedding. I
really don’t care about all the hoopla that comes with a wedding; I just want
to be married.”

Brooklyn,
now deciding eloping was the greatest idea in the world chimes in, “Yea eloping
wasn’t the most romantic way to get married, especially seeing that we were
both drunk, and only remember it because of the picture they kindly gave us.”
She muffles a laugh and continues, “But I finally got Dixon to admit he loves
me even if he was trashed, hell he even tattooed my name on his body! So I’ll
gladly take whatever I can get!”

Mya
shakes her head, and looks at Brooklyn with a look of awe on her face, “I still
can’t believe you two are married. When Braxton told me, I thought he was
joking! I figured Dixon would be the next Hugh Heffner, living in a house full
of plastic bimbos until the day he died. But I think he is attracted to you
because you’re nothing like the skanks he usually goes after. You challenge him
daily, and don’t take his crap.”

I
can’t help but agree with Mya. When I first met Dixon, I thought he was just
another rich playboy who loved the chase and once he got Brooklyn into his bed,
he’d be done with her. But he surprised me and continued to pursue her.

Their
relationship was definitely unorthodox. They would hook up, and then go their
separate ways. Brooklyn had her hands full with Xander, Dixon and Jax, but once
Xander went on the road with his band, she was only hooking up with Jax and
Dixon. I thought for a while she was going to maybe settle down with Jax
because she
and Dixon stopped talking after
the Bahamas’ trip. Then when Zak attacked her, I thought Jax showing up in LA
sealed the deal
between them. But
as soon
Dixon caught wind that things were getting serious between Brooklyn and Jax, he
began texting her again. Brooklyn didn’t have the will power to brush off
Dixon’s advances; she is just as addicted to Dixon as I am to Kayden. There’s
just something about our Beaumont men. 

They
both enjoy the freedom of casual dating, and I know for Brooklyn and probably
Dixon too, they had no problem keeping their options open. They never had to
deal with jealousy because they never allowed themselves to become emotionally
involved with the people they were sleeping with. Something happened between
them over these last five months, because gradually I saw Brooklyn starting to
develop real feelings for Dixon. It was changing from just wanting to be with
Dixon because of the hot sex, and the enjoyment she got out of chasing the bad
boy, to falling for him.

I
think Dixon was feeling the shift in their relationship too, and that’s why in
the Bahamas’ he was such an ass and treated her the way he did. He was
terrified of feeling the things she was causing him to feel, so he pushed her
away before things went from fun to serious. With Dixon and Jax being friends
and
Jax working for Kayden, it made the whole
situation that much more complicated. I know Brooklyn was torn between the
feelings she had for both men, and the predicament it would put Kayden and I
in, plus, both Jax and Dixon. At the end of the day, I think Jax was too nice
of a guy.

“So
how are things with the hubby? Is he slowly coming around to the whole marriage
thing?” Mya asks Brooklyn, while flicking through a bridal magazine full of
colored tabs sticking out, bookmarking pages she wants to show us.

Leaning
back in her chair, Brooklyn pushes what’s left to of her Alfredo around her
plate. The waiter returns with the chicken salad Mya ordered and she slowly
chews on a piece of cucumber as she listens to Brooklyn. I’ve already had this
discussion with Brooklyn multiple times over the last four weeks, so I skim
through the bridal magazines while Brooklyn brings Mya up to speed on her and
Dixon.

“Things
with Dixon are getting better. We’ve been dealing with his parents; they had
their attorney draw up a post-nup…I guess that’s what it’s called since we’re
already married. Anyhow, they want me to sign it agreeing that if we ever
divorce, I won’t take all his billions away from him.” Brooklyn says rolling
her eyes with sarcasm in her voice. “I know Dixon and I are a pretty crazy
couple, but I’m not sure it’s necessary.”

“That’s
putting it lightly.” I mumble, and a small laugh escapes me as Brooklyn shoots
daggers at me with her eyes.”

“Shush
Savannah.” Brooklyn snaps at me but I can hear the laughter in her voice as she
says it. Leaning on her elbows and flicking through one of the other books,
Brooklyn turns her focus back to Mya, “I think as long as we both give this
relationship one hundred percent, we can truly live a happy life together and
not have to worry about divorce and all this money crap.”

Closing
the magazine, I give Brooklyn a questionable look, “The thing is, if you are in
a committed relationship, you won’t cheat. Can we say the same for Dixon? I
want to have faith in him but I’m scared that he’ll try for a while, and then
give in to his whoring ways and break your heart. Then I’ll have to break his
dick.” Mya chokes on her water and starts drawing attention to our table.

Brooklyn’s
features instantly change from carefree to pissed off, “If I remember correctly,
Kayden was just as big of a man-whore as Dixon was. He changed because he found
you. You’re enough for him so I have to believe the same is true for Dixon.”
After a moment, Brooklyn looks me in the eye and in a whisper, states simply “I
can’t worry every time he goes out with his friends or on a business trip that
he’s boning the first girl to bat her lashes at him. I can’t go there; I have
to have faith to keep my sanity”.

Giving
her a sympathetic look, I say, “I’m sorry. I’m just really annoyed with him
still with the annulment crap he pulled in Vegas. I want to believe he loves
you and has it in him to be faithful. I’m just skeptical because I love you and
don’t want to see you hurt the way I did after what I went through with Logan.”

Mya
rests her hand over Brooklyn’s and smiles at her, “I see where Savannah’s
coming from.
Love
is a crazy wonderful thing;
you sometimes gotta take a chance and see where life goes. It’s about time
Dixon settled down, his mama’s gonna want grandbabies at some point.” She
laughs as Brooklyn’s eyes get as big as saucers at the mention of babies. I
choke at her words. Dear God, the last thing they need is babies right now.

“I
love him, I really do. Believe me, I’ve never loved anyone before; I used to
laugh my ass off at Savannah and her happily ever after crap she’d constantly
ramble on about, but only because I didn’t understand the emotions. I never
believed there was a guy out there that would make me want to commit to one
person for the rest of my life.”

Mya
and Savannah nod their heads in agreement as they listen to Brooklyn, taking in
everything she’s saying and how serious her tone has gotten. Mya leans her
elbows on the table towards Brooklyn, “Braxton and I have been together since
high school, and we could care less about a pre-nup. I think many hate the idea
of one because it’s like your assuming your marriage won’t last. But it’s a way
to protect your finances. We decided on doing one, writing up what we would
want to split if we, God forbid, ever divorced. We agreed instantly on
splitting everything in half. I think you just need to talk with Dixon, let him
know how you feel and what you’re comfortable agreeing with. Communication is
so important; you don’t want to start a new marriage off with hostility or
doubts between you two over something so petty.”

After
all this heavy conversation we all agreed we needed some fun, so we paid for
our lunch and headed to the bridal boutique to try on some of the dresses we
liked. I even found a few wedding dresses I wanted to try on. I’ve only got two
months to get my dress and my bridesmaid’s dresses picked out, so I might as
well kill two birds with one stone.

~~~

Mya
picked out a gorgeous wedding dress; she’s going to take Braxton’s breath away
on their wedding day. It looks like a dress straight out of a Disney princess
movie.

Brooklyn
and I picked out our bridesmaids dresses and got fitted. Her wedding is May 17
^th
so she was relieved we finally agreed on the dresses we liked. They’re doing
the Houston Texans colors, so we’ll be wearing red satin-one shoulder dresses
that stop above the knee, and blue suede pumps with big white dahlias in our
hair.

I
looked over the bridal dresses the boutique had, but nothing caught my eye as
the
dress to wear when I become Mrs. Kayden Knox. The ones I liked that were in
the bridal magazine, they of course didn’t have. I decided to wait and look
around some more when I go back to LA, and then have the dress shipped here to
be fitted. I still have to choose what I want for my maid of honor and
bridesmaid dresses. I know I want something short and country looking since the
wedding will be on the beach and the reception back in Sugar Land. 

After
saying goodbye to Mya, Brooklyn and I head out to Brooklyn’s jeep. She’s
supposed to stop by a woman’s farm to possibly purchase a Labrador puppy from
her. She said the house is too lonely with me living with Kayden now at his
beach house, so she’s considering buying a dog to keep her company.

Even
though she and Dixon are married they’re still living separately, and taking
things slow. He’s been spending the weekends at the beach house with her, but
staying at the suite he has at Knox hotel during the week for work. She’s still
flying back and forth to LA but because her role on the soap is a small one,
she usually films her scenes for the week Monday and Tuesday then comes back to
Texas Wednesday afternoon every week.

Today’s
Friday, so she’s excited that Dixon will be there tonight; she wants to
surprise him with a puppy. We’re throwing a huge party at the beach tomorrow
night to officially celebrate our engagement along with Brooklyn and Dixon’s
marriage. It’s been nice spending the last month being hermits and laying low,
but I’m ready for some fun, and nothing is better than bon fires and friends.

Following
her GPS, Brooklyn pulls up to a long dirt driveway thirty minutes later. It’s a
dog’s paradise here, nothing but fields and fields of green grass. The dog’s
not going to know what to do when it realizes it’s new home is on a beach with
only a little bit of grass surrounding the house.

The
house is a modest, two story white farm house with a big red barn off to the
side of it. A large tractor’s busy tilling the field beside the house. Brooklyn
parks behind a large, white F-350 and we both jump out of the jeep to make our
way towards the large porch. Just as we’re walking up the steps, we hear a
woman’s voice greeting us from behind.

Spinning
around, we find who I’m assuming is the lady selling the dogs. She looks to be
early fifty’s and greets us with a big sincere smile. Holding out her hand she
introduces herself, “Hello, I’m Darla. Are you here about the Labs’?” She asks,
shaking each of our hands.

Brooklyn
speaks first, “Yes, we are. I’m Brooklyn; I talked with you on the phone.”