“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 burrows 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’, it 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 me, “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 Savannah 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, and 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; 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 out whatever the hell is shoved up his ass. 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 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…yuck! 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 immediately 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 reddened 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 Trixie’s 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 attack 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 wi
th a cocky grin plastered across his face. He’s 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?” Raking 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 and 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 crowd. There are people dancing by the tables, making it hard to get through. With alcohol coursing through my veins, my head is foggy with every step I take, my entire body feels off balance. I feel like a ping pong ball bouncing off 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 L.A. last night. There are 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. My anger is sobering me up quickly. Savannah sees 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 were 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.
“Are 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 down to the floor.
Slamming his empty bottle down onto the table beside him, Shayne focuses his attention back onto me. “If you want to get all territorial Knox, I can do that too. I take from the way you’re talking, that 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 hand shakes against my skin. The electricity that sparks between us the moment our skin connects is overwhelming. I’ve ached for her touch the 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, 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.
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 it is 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, Shayne releases his hold on my shirt, and then he looks at me and at everyone who’s accumulated around us. Sliding his hand over his buzzed head, Shayne finally begins to speak. He 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 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 fist with his face.
“You’re fuckin’ dead!” I scream as I block a punch he throws at me after the shock of being punched wears off. Fisting his shirt in my hands I rip him off the table he fell back onto. Blood is pouring out of hi
s nose, and the corner of his mouth. Spitting some of it 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 nerves and into my ear. Massaging my mouth, I flash him a small smile, “Come on Shayne, I know you can hit better than that!”
From somewhere behind us, I can hear Savannah and Brooklyn screaming at us to stop, 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 that 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 shit is going to be viral within the hour, but I don’t give a flying fuck at the moment.
I feel a pair of hands pulling me off Shayne; I spin around to find one of my bouncers dragging me away from him. Another pulls Shayne off of the ground and escorts him out of the VIP area.
Looking around the crowd, I no longer see Savannah anywhere. Now that the show is over, the crowd slowly returns to their tables; looking up, I spot Dixon and Braxton making their way towards me. I wipe my mouth and stain my ripped white t-shirt 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 stalk 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 pound incessantly.
Memories of Savannah dancing to this song play in my mind like a movie. Swaying her hips to Scream and Shout, she climbed onto the stripper pole in our limo and gave me the show of my life. Never was I so consumed with desire for a woman. Ever since our first night together, I’ve been addicted to her taste, her touch, I am like an addict who needs his next fix.
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