Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (8 page)

“I’m okay, really I’m fine.
I admit it’s not my dream proposal, but he had his heart in the
right place. He probably wanted to make this night special. It’s a
really important night for him and his company. I don’t think he
would ever use me to get more press time for this party. That’s
ridiculous, he wouldn’t do that.” I feel like I am trying to
convince myself as much as I am her.

When we walk out of the
ladies room, Logan was waiting for me, my mother must have told him
where I was. He links his fingers between mine and leads me over to
the lobby. There was press everywhere, “They want a statement on
our engagement,” he grins, flashing his pearly white teeth at
me.

“What about the
announcement for the winner? Shouldn’t we be in there while they
pick the winner?” I ask, mainly as an excuse to get away from the
press, I couldn’t care less who wins.

“It’s fine. All the guys
from my agency are in there, along with the guys from Sunset. I
think they’ll survive without us.” He quickly turns back towards
the paparazzi and their probing questions.

They want to know if we’ve
set a date set, if this was a spur of the moment proposal, or had
been planned. Perhaps the most shocking question of all is whether
I’m pregnant. Would I seriously be downing flutes of champagne all
night if I was? After what feels like an eternity we’re finally
finished with the fire storm of questions and head back inside to
the party. It was only around twelve thirty, but I imagine people
will be partying until the early morning hours. I find Brooklyn
leaning against our table, talking with Reagan and Megan. They
finally decided to rejoin the party, after the drama of Logan’s
proposal.

Logan’s phone is buzzing in
his pocket and I can tell he wants to answer it, “You can get that,
I’m going to go show off my ring to Reagan and Megan they haven’t
had a chance to see it yet.” I kiss him quickly on the cheek and
head over to them. I glance back at Logan and see his face turn a
deep red as a consequence of the text he’s reading; I hope it’s
nothing serious. He’s having such an amazing time and I don’t want
anything to ruin his night.

“What the hell Savannah? I
leave for what? An hour? To come back and find out you’re engaged?”
Reagan grabs my hand. I glance at Megan who looks in awe over my
giant rock.

“I’m sorry! You’re the one
who ran off for hot elevator sex with Miss Megan over there.” I say
winking in her direction.

“That is a big ass
diamond!” Megan squeaks as she admires it up close. You are one
lucky bitch, you know that right? I swear every woman around here
wishes they were you right about now... The future Mrs. Logan
Sanders.”

“Well I am definitely not
wishing that, I would rather walk across hot coals than marry him.”
Brooklyn blurts out. All this champagne has gone straight to her
head.

Megan and Brooklyn glance
over my shoulder, both wearing puzzled expressions. I turn around
to find we are being approached by one of the many women who has
been staring me down all night. She stops a few feet away and
extends her hand out to me, she was holding a hotel key
card.

“Logan is in room 267, he
asked me to bring you this and to have you meet him there.” She
says dryly with a phony smile plastered across her face. I take the
card from her well-manicured fingers and as soon as I did, she
spins on her heels and stomps away.

“Well that was odd,”
Brooklyn says, watching the woman walk away, completely confused.
“Well you better go see what lover boy wants, he probably booked a
suite for you two tonight.”

“You have a ride home?” I
ask Brooklyn. She came with Reagan, but it looks to me like he’ll
be leaving with Megan. “If not I’ll go up and talk to Logan, let
him know you need a ride home and I can have his driver take you
back to our place?”

“I’m fine.If Reagan can’t,
I can always call a cab. I’m bored out of my mind anyways, I think
I’m going to go to Vertigo and have a few drinks.”

I smile. “Okay, as long as
you’re sure. I’ll see you in the morning I guess.”

We all say our goodnights
and I zigzag through the crowd of people that still fill the
ballroom. When I finally make it to the lobby, I slip off my heels
and carry them to the elevator -my head is spinning from all the
champagne and I really don’t feel like spraining an ankle tonight.
I walk past a couple getting hot and heavy against the wall by the
elevators, they are so wrapped up in each other they don’t even
acknowledge me waiting there.

Finally I hear the
electronic tone and the doors slide open, I quickly step inside and
push the button for floor twenty six. On the way up, I lean against
the wall of the elevator in an attempt to try and stop the small
space from spinning, knowing that in the morning I’m going to wake
up with the world’s worst hangover. I glance down at my left hand
and admire my engagement ring, watching it twinkle under the bright
lights. I always imagined getting engaged to Logan, but never in a
million years thought it would be this soon. We’ve been together
for four years, but he always said he didn’t want to settle down
until after we were both stable in our careers. There’s no way of
knowing if he wants a long engagement or a wedding in the near
future. I guess we have a lot to talk about, but not tonight,
tonight we will celebrate.

The elevator came to a stop
and the doors open up to a group of people dressed in nightclub
attire waiting to get in. I excuse myself and squeeze past them,
heading down the hallway to Logan’s room. My head is still foggy; I
haven’t been this drunk since my days at UCLA and it’s making
fumbling through my purse to retrieve the key card more difficult
than usual. I find it and shakily slide it in to see the light
flick to green. At least I’m alert enough to get into the room, I
laugh to myself. I bet I’m a sight to see, walking around the
Roosevelt hotel barefoot and stumbling around with my heels and
clutch in my hands.

I enter the room and look
around the suite, Logan isn’t in the living area. He must be in the
bedroom setting up our romantic night. I cannot wait to be with
him… a week without sex is killing me. My vibrator just isn’t
cutting it. I start towards the bedroom door when something catches
my eye, a pair of women’s, red high heels sitting by the couch, and
a lipstick marked glass of champagne. Panic instantly starts
running through my veins, like ice sending chills all over my body.
I am sobering up quickly, as my stomach starts to twist into
knots.

I slowly tip toe over to
the door of the bedroom and stop in front of the door, my hand
hovering over the doorknob. This cannot be happening, someone must
have slipped something into one of my drinks and I’m just
hallucinating. I can hear a woman giggling on the other side of the
door. A million thoughts begin to flood my brain. Maybe Logan gave
the room to one of his business partners to use

and I got here before he
could let me know. There has to be a logical explanation. A man
doesn’t pledge his love to a woman in front of thousands of people,
and moments later cheat on her, does he? That only happens in the
soap operas Brooklyn watches. Not in my life.

I finally let out the air
I’ve been holding in my lungs. I didn’t even realize I was holding
it as I listened to the noises and voices on the other side of the
door. I freeze when I recognize Logan’s voice, telling her to go
deeper. This is not happening. This is not happening! I just keep
saying those words over and over in my head as tears begin to fill
my eyes, feeling like acid on my skin. Taking a few deep breaths I
finally regain my composure and turn the doorknob, I don’t think
there is any way I can prepare myself for what I am about to see. I
just need to open the door quickly and face what I find on the
other side of it, stalling will not ease the blow I am about to
face.

*****

Chapter 6

*****

My entire body shakes as I
push the door open. As soon as I step into the bedroom my feet
freeze to the spot and I can’t move. It feels like I’ve been sucker
punched in the stomach and I can’t process what I’m seeing. I can’t
move or even breathe. My eyes are locked on the bed, where Logan is
laying, still dressed in his tux. Between his legs lies a red
headed woman with long wavy curls obscuring her face. She is in her
bra and panties, with my fiancé’s dick in her mouth.

I finally snap back to
reality and slam the door against the wall with a forceful blow
that echoes across the room. The red head sits up quickly and Logan
snaps his head towards the doorway, his eyes landing on me in a
combination of panic and fear. The girl turns towards me with a
smile creeping over her face, “So glad you could finally join us
Savannah.”

“What the fuck are you
talking about Cara?” Logan barks at her as he sits up, fixing his
pants.

I can feel the tears
pooling in my eyes again and I’m trying so hard to speak, or
scream, anything, but the lump in my throat will not go down. I
feel like I’m about to be sick. Panic has consumed my entire body;
I should have just walked away. Why did I come into this room? I
knew what I would find. I cannot believe this is actually happening
to me.

A single tear streaks down
my cheek. I’m finally able to mutter out a, “What?” to, I guess her
name is Cara, otherwise known as the red headed slut who was just
giving my fiancé of about an hour, a blow job. In a room I thought
was booked for a romantic night to celebrate our engagement, no
less.

Logan looks like he should
have steam pouring out of his ears, “What did you just say? I want
answers NOW!” He yells.

She turns towards him and
nonchalantly remarks, “I said it was about time Savannah got here,
I sent Amanda down to the ballroom to give her the key card to the
room after I sent you that naughty little text,” a devilish grin on
her face, “I figured that since you’re engaged to her now, she
could join in on our sexual rendezvous.’

Logan leaps off the bed and
runs towards me, grabbing my hands. I’m frozen again, trying to
process the idea that this was all set up and the fact that it’s
not just tonight that my boyfriend has been sleeping with this
woman.

“Savannah, it’s not what it
looks like. She seduced me, preyed on my weaknesses. Please,
say
something!
”

“You really don’t want to
hear what I have to say,” I manage between breaths, my words
shaky.

“Come on Logan, did you
seriously think I would just sit back and continue to be your ‘fuck
buddy’, once you got engaged to this bitch? You had the nerve to
propose to her at the party, in front of me and who knows how many
other woman you’ve screwed.” She slides into her dress and stands
to stare at Logan, her hands resting on her hips, “I knew right
then and there I was going to make you hurt as much as I was
hurting, so…I booked this hotel room, asked Amanda to help me get
Savannah up here. I knew as soon as I sent you a picture of me
here, ready and willing to fuck your brains out, you would come
running back to me. Your predictability and weakness for sex helped
me make this plan a reality.”

“You...stupid…bitch!”
Before I can blink Logan is in her face and I’m scared of what
he’ll do. I’ve never witnessed him be violent with any woman
before, but he was so angry right now that there was no telling
what he would was capable of.

“STOP IT!” I scream at
them, “I don’t care who did what tonight. I loved you Logan and to
know that you could ever do something like this to me…it’s…it’s
unbearable!” I take a few more steps into the room, walking towards
him and Cara. I look her in the eyes with such intensity that if
looks could kill, that bitch would be on the floor. “You want him
so bad, you can have him. I’m done.” I grab the ring Logan gave me,
the one that was supposed to symbolize love, trust and commitment,
when in reality it was nothing but a fancy ploy to cover up his
lies and betrayals. I yank it off my finger and toss it at his
chest.

He catches it and,
stuttering his words, begins to plead for me to wait and give him a
chance to explain. I’d heard and witnessed enough in the last ten
minutes to seal our fate for a lifetime. I was done with Logan
Sanders and as I walk out of the bedroom, I vow to never set myself
up for this kind of heartbreak again. The tears run down my cheeks
in rapid streams as I run to the elevator, pressing the button
frantically and pleading with it to open. I hear Logan yelling my
name down the hallway as he runs towards me and I close my eyes in
an attempt to drown out the sound of his voice. A voice I cherished
until about five minutes ago. A voice that now causes instant
nausea to wash over my body. The doors finally open and I jump
inside, pressing the button for the lobby. Just before they close
Logan appears, pressing his hand against the door, and forcing them
to stay open.