Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (18 page)

I feel horrible for blowing
up, but Eloise had to have known I would react this way. She was
thoughtful enough to tell me herself at least and not let me find
out by seeing it on TV, or even worse, coming from Logan while
sharing on E!News.

Eloise sets her hand over
mine and looks at me sympathetically while she speaks, “He’s just
trying to extend his five minutes of fame; that’s the reasoning
behind this. He’s been getting tons of publicity from this whole
ordeal and it’s helping movie sales for his clients and bookings
for his models. It’s sad but true, that’s how our business works.
Publicity is publicity and people love a scandal.”

“He should be taking
responsibility for his actions and not just running around telling
everyone that what he did to me is okay. Trying to pass the blame
on to an addiction instead of facing the truth, he is such a
cheating piece of shit.” I’ve never actually sworn in front of
Eloise, well loud enough for her to hear me anyway. I didn’t care
at that moment because my emotions were overtaking any sense I had
to hold back.

“If you need to talk, I’m
here for you. Remember Savannah, you have a lot of people on your
side. Right, onto happier things…we have to finish up the editing
for the January issue. I have to hand it in to the publisher by the
end of next week; I already turned in the Most Influential Men
section since it was a huge portion.”

“Okay, when did you want me
to go over everything?” I ask in between bites of my
omelet.

“I’ve just emailed
everything to you and I figured you can work on everything
throughout the week while you’re here and then just email
everything back to me when you’re done. Let me know your opinion on
the articles and if there’s anything you feel should be added. You
have a keen sense of fashion for girls your age, so I really want
your feedback on the article we did for the
Hottest Trends for Spring Break 2013
.
We have some of the season’s hottest bathing suits, sandals,
clothes, and purses… all that kind of stuff.”

*****

Chapter 13

*****

I talk with Brooklyn about
everything that’s happened with Kayden and Logan, before heading
out to the salon. She rants for a good thirty minutes about what a
pathetic piece of crap my ex was.

Brooklyn will be flying in
to spend the week with me tomorrow, and it can’t come fast enough.
I need her to help distract me from the mess of my life. Even if I
only get to pretend for a week that Logan doesn’t exist, it will be
worth it. When I get back to Los Angeles next week, I’m going to be
entering a storm of complete chaos. I’m dreading the next
conversation I’ll be having with my parents…having to once again
rehash everything and discuss how to deal with Logan and this whole
Celebrity Rehab ordeal.

The salon Quinn referred me
to was fantastic, they do an amazing job on my hair, good enough to
let me don a fake smile and make everyone believe I’m completely
over Logan Sanders. My mind in reality however, is totally
confused, last night with Kayden is making me want him even more,
but the effects of everything with Logan is causing my brain to
scream at me to stay away.

When I arrive back to the
hotel, Reagan is just coming in from the pool.

“I hate you,” I glare at
him as he walks alongside me towards the elevator.

“What did I do?” he
retorts, snapping his head around to me as he pushes the
button.

“I have spent the last four
hours in treatments, getting my hair, nails and face beautiful for
tonight and you lay out at the pool the entire time. It’s not fair,
men have it too easy.”

“Hey! I just worked hard on
my tan for tonight,” he jokes, poking me with his elbow. “So how
was last night…? Things looked pretty hot and heavy between you and
Knox at the club, and I noticed you disappeared for a
while.”

“A girl doesn’t kiss and
tell Reagan,” I say winking at him as we step into the elevator. A
few other people get in with us, cutting Regan’s pleas for gossip
short.

He walks me to my room so I
can get ready before the limos arrive, “Don’t think I’m finished
with you Savannah, I will get you drunk tonight and make you sing
like a canary,” he laughs, turning to look back at me as he walks
towards his suite.

“Oh Reagan, sorry to burst
your bubble but that will not be happening.” I say to a look of
pure annoyance on his face, before sliding into my room to work on
my makeup.

I spin around in front of
the mirror admiring my gorgeous, teal cocktail dress, placing my
fingers on the gold shimmer waistline. I had the salon do a cute,
loose braid that started at my left temple and wrapped around the
back of my head leaving all my hair in big curls that stopped at
the bottom of my back. I’m wearing white shimmering eyeshadow that
contrasts with the thick black flick along the top of my fake
lashes, with bright blue liner across the bottom of my eye, which
really makes them pop. I want all the attention here
tonight.

I keep my jewelry simple and
choose a large, diamond cocktail ring, gold bangles and a silver
double heart pendant necklace that is outlined with diamonds. I
know there will be press all over the place so I want to make sure
I look nothing but fabulous. A main part of our job at Envy is
looking the part. Eloise always drilled in all of her employees
heads, to never leave your house looking nothing but
fabulous
.

I send my mother a quick
text before I head downstairs to the limos,

Me: I’m heading out to the
party for Envy’s Most Influential Man Issue. I wanted to see when
would be a good time to video chat. I gotta tell you something
about Logan. I want you to hear it from me.

I only make it to the lobby
when she replies,

Mom: Savannah, please tell
me you are not getting back together with him…

I roll my eyes with
annoyance; I need to watch how I phrase things. I cannot believe
she would even let that idea cross her mind. I would…Never…go down
that road again. I reply quickly as the limousines are already
waiting,

Me: OMG NO! I cannot
believe you just asked me that, we’re not back together…nor will we
EVER get back together. He signed up for a stupid television show
where he’ll be discussing his numerous affairs :/ I g2g but will
ttyl xoxo

Kayden had sent over three
stretch limos, which made it a lot easier than all twenty of us
trying to get cabs. He really had thought of everything.

The closer we get to the
club, the more my nerves are beginning to get to me. I’m beyond
nervous about seeing Kayden, I don’t know whether he’s angry with
me for slipping out while he was still asleep this morning. I don’t
even know if he’ll act anything but professional tonight, will he
just pretend as if nothing had happened between us?

“Earth to Savannah,”
Rebecca says, snapping her French manicured fingers in front of my
eyes and jolting me back to reality.

“Oh…what?” I shift in the
seat and turn to face her. She looked gorgeous tonight, too. Eloise
would be pleased with our choices I thought to myself

“I asked you how last night
went, but you were off in la-la land,” she laughs, “I said…I saw
you leave with Kayden last night, sooooo did you?"

“Did I what?” I say, trying
to play dumb. Why was everyone so damn fascinated with my sex
life?

“Oh. My. God…You did!" She
dramatically smacks her hands on the leather seats beneath us! “You
got to experience sex with the world’s most sought after bachelor!”
She stops talking for a moment to regain her composure, “You know
every girl in America would kill to be you right
now.
”
She inched
closer to me, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

All I can do is smile back
at her and listen to her ramble on about last night, “I knew it,
the way he was watching you all night, it spoke volumes.” I’m so
grateful that everyone else is so consumed by their own
conversations to pay any attention to ours. All I need is
more
people gossiping
about my life.

“I’m surprised he didn’t
ask you to be his date to the party tonight,” she says as she gazes
at me with a confused expression on her face.

Oh God, here we go. Now
because of one night, everyone will assume we’re a couple. This
just went from bad to worse. Everyone who has a brain knows Kayden
doesn’t date, he has casual, meaningless sex with women…nothing
ever extends past that. Plus I have made it very clear enough times
since September that I have zero interest in getting into another
relationship.

“We’re not dating and we’re
not a couple…so I see no reason for us to come here together. That
would just make others assume things that were untrue.” The more we
talk about Kayden, the more I can’t stop myself from thinking about
him…about last night.

“Well his loss. So do you
think last night was a one-time thing?” She was persistent, I give
her that.

“I don’t know, I guess
we’ll know after tonight. I haven’t heard from him at all today, so
as far as I know he’s done with me. I presume he’ll move onto his
next conquest later,” The words hurt more saying them out loud,
than they did when I said them in my head.

Before I have to think any
more about it, mine and Rebecca’s cells start to beep
simultaneously. We fish them out and open them, although I wish I
hadn’t. I watch the TMZ video post of Logan outside
The Ivy
this evening. A
TMZ reporter was talking with him about Dr. Drew. Just when I
thought my life couldn’t get any worse, I’m proved wrong. I can’t
believe this has gone viral now. Vertigo is going to filled with
reporters focusing on me instead of Kayden or the magazine. If he
didn’t already hate me, he certainly would by the end of the night.
This is going to mean one giant media circus.

Rebecca leans towards my
ear and whispers into it trying her best to not draw attention to
us, it looks like no one else here had received the alert yet,
“Don’t let it get to you Savannah,” she says, rubbing my arm
soothingly. I take a deep breath in and try to hold back
tears.

“Just please don’t leave my
side…I need you to help me stay strong tonight,” I say with a small
smile, “I will not allow Logan to ruin tonight for myself,
Eloise…or Kayden.” I say as we prepare ourselves for the firestorm.
Paparazzi line both sides of the red carpet with determination
burning eagerly in their eyes, I put my head down and repeat the
all-important “no comment” until I get inside the club.

I make it safely inside
Vertigo, smiling, waving and trying to ignore the most ignorant of
questions from the press. Over the last few weeks I have had many,
so called
friends
speaking to the gossip magazines with inside information on
how I am handling my break-up from Logan. Thankfully Eloise spoke
with everyone at Envy and informed them that they were not to speak
a word to anyone about my personal life or else their contracts
would be terminated.

The paparazzi have even
been chasing my parents all over their U.S. tour, throwing in
comments about how sorry they were for me, believing that if they
show some sympathy, my parents would sell my story. It’s situations
like this that make me happy to work for a respectable
magazine.

Rebecca and I search
through the crowd of people and after a few minutes we find Reagan.
He hasn’t wasted any time and is flirting with a gorgeous blonde at
the bar. Rebecca orders me a whiskey sour and sets it down in front
of me, sending my mind racing back to last night. I think the
cherry trick caught Kayden, hook, line and sinker.

“Is it hot in here? I’m
dying and I am wearing practically nothing,” I laugh, fanning
myself with my hand. Rebecca starts giggling at me as I press my
ice cold glass against my chest.

“Umm…No. It’s perfectly
comfortable in here Savannah. Is a certain someone from last night
causing your body temperature to rise?” She smirks at me, resting
her hands on her hips as she slides onto the chair at the bar and
sips her Hard Lemonade,

“Well, as a matter of
fact…Yes,” Those were all the details she was getting out of
me.

“I don’t get you Savannah,
if I had been the one beneath Kayden Knox last night, I would be
shouting it from the rooftops. That man is a tall glass of freakin’
hotness!” Now she was the one fanning herself.

“Stop imagining him naked!”
I giggle, slapping her arm playfully.