After a lot of persuading we finally got into the party. I guess Vertigo is only open to guests who are on the list to attend. It’s some big UFC party for an upcoming fight next weekend. Brooklyn flirted our way through the line since the bouncer could care less that I’m engaged to the owner of the hotel.
The club is packed and it’s only nine p.m. I can’t believe some of the people who are here. I know UFC is a popular sport, but wow! Some of the biggest names in Hollywood are here tonight. My jaw drops when I spot the UFC poster hanging above the DJ. Staring down at me is Shayne…my random one-night-stand from last Halloween. Who just so happened to be in LA partying last night! No wonder he said he knew Kayden.
“Want me to go grab you a drink?” Brooklyn shouts in my ear, snapping me out of my state of shock.
Turning around I stare at Brooklyn with my eyes wide, the music is so loud it’s impossible to have a conversation without yelling to one another. Grabbing her arm and ignoring her question, I point my finger towards the DJ and the massive banner with Shayne on it.
I give Brooklyn my, ‘Oh FUCK!’ look as I try to process that tonight may not go as planned.
“Holy shit! Shayne Andrews is Shayne…LA Shayne?! He’s a UFC fighter?”
Grabbing her hand I drag her into the bathroom of the night club. Pulling her down onto the circle couch in the corner of the room, I rest my face in my hands. “Oh. My. God, Brooklyn. What am I going to do if I find Kayden, and he wants to introduce me to the guys the party is for? What do I say, oh hey, I already know him because he handcuffed me to his car and fucked my brains out last Halloween?!”
Brooklyn not holding back laughs and tells me, “Your life is more juicy then the damn soap operas Savannah. You just can’t make this shit up!”
Dropping my hands onto my lap, I drag my gaze from the tile floor and lock eyes with Brooklyn. “I’m glad you find this whole thing so entertaining.” I say with a little more attitude then I planned, but I am royally pissed off right now. I am sick and tired of the freaking paparazzi constantly in my face. It’s only a matter of time before they realize we’re in Vegas. Then they’ll be back to shoving cameras in our face, and making up some more stories about us.
Gripping my shoulder and shaking me playfully, Brooklyn flashes me a small smile, “Listen, that’s just worst case scenario. This place is bursting at seams with people. I highly doubt you’ll see Shayne. Hell, it’s going to be hard enough tracking down Knox in this place tonight.”
I guess she’s right; the odds of seeing Shayne are pretty slim. This place is insane, and more than likely he’ll be sitting in a VIP booth the entire time drinking expensive champagne, while being surrounded by ten bimbo Barbie’s.
“You’re right. I need to stay sober and alert tonight, so let’s go to the bar, and I’ll grab myself a water. I am not letting anything get in the way of Kayden and me again. I just want to find him, and get the hell outta hear.”
Standing I adjust my dress, check my make-up in the mirror and working up the courage to head back out into the club, praying that tonight doesn’t turn into a drama fest!
Standing against the bar, I watch the Go-Go dancers dancing beside the DJ while waiting to order our drinks. Brooklyn’s texting away on her phone while I’m scanning the club for any sign of Kayden.
The dance floor is directly in front of us, and is jam packed with people. I can’t help but think back to last year when we came to Vegas. It was just Brooklyn and I while Logan stayed back in LA for work. We had a blast doing a girls weekend. Gambling, dancing until four in the morning with total strangers. It was carefree fun. Its crazy reflecting back on my life a year ago, compared to what it is now. I was with Logan, and settling for what I thought was love. Before Kayden, I had no idea what true love felt like.
I’d take this crazy insane life, over a quiet peaceful one any day. As long as I’m with Kayden that’s all I care about. He makes all the trials and tribulations worth it. I know we’ve both made mistakes and been through a lot, but I believe our love is strong enough to make it through anything.
“Oh shit…you’re not going to like this, but things just got a little more complicated.” Brooklyn says with panic in her voice, snapping me out thoughts.
Taking in a sharp breathe, I prepare myself for whatever it is Brooklyn has to tell me. “Oh god, what now?” I ask leaning against the bar and watching Brooklyn as she reads whatever it is she’s looking at on her phone.
I am two seconds away from ordering a shot of Whiskey, because I’m in desperate need of something to calm my nerves. To top it off, Kayden has yet to text me back; which is totally unlike him, he always responds back to me no matter how busy he is.
Stepping closer to me, Brooklyn squeezes herself between a group of girls shouting their order to the bartender. “This is not good…god damn blood suckers, will do anything for a story.” Shaking her head and looking as if she’s ready to kick the crap out of someone, she holds her phone up in front of me so I can see what’s got her fired up.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I shout snatching the phone from her hands and scrolling as I speed read the story written about me. “Seriously, can I not go one freakin’ day without my name on this damn blog!”
Brooklyn gives me a sympathetic look, but before she can say anything the bartender finally asked her what she wanted to order. Sliding my eyes back to her phone I read the words that will most likely ruin my night,
‘Savannah Livingston shows Kayden Knox his betrayal isn’t getting her down. She was spotted late last night in Knox’s LA night club no less, partying it up with a sexy up and coming UFC fighter. Shayne ‘Knock Out’ Andrews who has a fight against heavy weight champ, Juan Riviera next Saturday in Las Vegas.’
Of course the picture plastered across the top of the story…Shayne taking a belly shot off of me last night! I swear I could kill Brooklyn right now. I never should’ve let her drag me up onto that bar. At the time I was so confused with everything going with Nadia claiming she slept with Kayden, that I was doing anything to distract myself from the mess my life was.
“Do you think Kayden’s seen this yet?” Brooklyn asks handing me my water.
Letting out a long sigh, I hand her back her phone. I’m done reading their half-truths and over exaggerated lies. Of course, they threw in the drama with Giselle, Logan, and her skanky lying friend Nadia. I love how “witnesses” saw firsthand all the crap that went down last night, but couldn‘t get a fact straight for the life of them.
Hopefully my PR can clean this mess up, and Nadia keeps her word and tells the truth to everyone; letting the world know she lied. Everyone will know how low Giselle and Logan sank to try and break up Kayden and I. Paying someone to sell a false story to Magazines, It’s just pathetic and wrong on so many levels.
Knowing Shayne is here had my stomach doing flip flops already, now it feels like it’s been tossed into a blender, and put on high speed. With this story being leaked and the press making it look like I hooked up with Shayne last night; there’s a whole new storm in the horizon.
“Well it may explain Kayden not responding to the text I sent earlier. I told him last night I talked to Nadia and she told me everything was a lie. He was fine, I told him I’d be heading to Galveston and see him when he got back from Vegas.”
“We’ve gotta clear this shit up pronto!” Grabbing my hand Brooklyn drags me away from the bar. We zigzag through the crowd of people dancing, after being groped by a sleezball, and then a couple getting hot and heavy bumping into me, spilling my water almost down the front of me. We finally make it where the VIP entrance is. There’s two bouncers observing who enters the restricted area, because there’s some big name celebrity’s here tonight.
Vertigo is packed and pitch black, the only lighting is the strobe lights, which is making it even harder to search for Kayden, Dixon, Jax and Braxton. After getting past Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we make our way through the VIP section. Stopping for a moment, we scan the area looking around at the tables of people. Thankfully everyone‘s to busy partying to notice us staring at them.
“Kayden knows better than anyone to not believe shit he reads on Tinsel Town blog, but that picture…like the one of Nadia and him, may hurt your case a little. And we know Knox has a temper, so let’s pray he doesn‘t run into Shayne tonight.” Brooklyn says as she continues looking for the guys, All I see is a bunch of old men surrounded by young bimbos doing anything to land their sugar daddy for the evening.
“I don’t see Kayden anywhere Brooklyn. I think we should text Dixon, see where they are or Jax…I really don’t care anymore. I need to find Kayden and fix this.”
Looking defeated, and silently agreeing with me, Brooklyn digs her phone out of her bag. I feel someone brush by me, their cologne smelling all too familiar. The sounds of overly excited women beside me flood my ears, turning around my eyes fall onto Shayne. He’s with a group of girls who look like they belong in Hugh Heffner’s Playboy mansion.
Fan-fucking-tastic. I divert my eyes to the floor, spinning back towards Brooklyn. Gripping her shoulder, I push her and shout into her ear, “Go…now!” Tripping over her 6” stilettos, Brooklyn flashes a pissed off look at me as she catches herself on the stranger in front of her.
Too freaked out to care, I keep moving, “Shayne is right behind me, move your ass now!” I shout as I walk past her grabbing her wrist, pulling her behind me, I move as fast as I can and get away from Shayne before he recognizes me. I’m now grateful for this place being pitched dark, because that was almost disastrous.
“Damn it Savannah! I practically snapped my frickin’ ankle! Shayne’s here? What the hell? Does he have a freakin’ GPS on your ass or something.” She spits out as she tries to keep up with me.
With panic coursing through my body, I maneuver through the crowd trying to make my way out of the VIP area. Looking behind me I spot Shayne joining a group of people at a table. Seriously, I cannot escape this man!
Looking over at Brooklyn, I try to speak, but my voice shakes as my heart tries to slow back down to normal, I take in a few quick breaths before finally speaking. “I don’t know but I swear out of all of these people I run into Shayne, literally bumped into each other. Thank God he didn’t realize it was me and try to talk to me. I just need to find Kayden and clear everything up.”
Making our way across Vertigo, we try to look around for Kayden and the guys. Dixon texted Brooklyn back saying they are here and just got a table. She had to tell him that we’re in Vegas so he wouldn‘t think she‘s being a stalker and checking on his every move.
He also confirmed to Brooklyn what I already knew; Kayden has seen the pictures from Vertigo in Los Angeles last night. Between being hung over, and so stressed out, I feel literally sick to my stomach. I’m about two second’s away from bolting out of here and just waiting for Kayden back in Texas.
“Dixon said they’re on the far end of the VIP area, since we know Shayne is sitting with his posse at the beginning of the VIP, we’ll go around the other way. Try to avoid another run with him.” Taking my hand, and giving me a sympathetic smile we make the walk back to the VIP lounge.
Every step I take, the more nervous I become. Knowing Kayden is ignoring me and rightly pissed off is ripping me apart. I should’ve done a lot of things differently over the last several days. Now I just hope and pray Kayden will have more faith in me then I had in him.