I talked with Brooklyn about everything that’s happened with Kayden and Logan before heading out to the salon. She ranted for a good thirty minutes about what a pathetic piece of crap my ex is. She was begging for all the juicy details about my evening with Kayden, and was none too thrilled when I wouldn’t divulge anything to her besides it being the most amazing sex of my entire life.

Brooklyn will be flying in tomorrow, but has to fly back out on Monday. Even though she’s only going to be here one day, I’ll take it. I need her to help distract me from the mess that is my life right now.

When I go 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.

I went to my hair appointment after I left the spa, and thankfully they did an amazing job. I’m so happy that Quinn was able to refer a place for me to go; the last thing I need is a bad salon experience on top of everything else I’m dealing with.

With my hair all done, and my make-up done to perfection, I’ve successfully fooled everyone I’ve ran into today. I have them all believing I’m completely over what Logan Sanders did to me and having a raging time here in Houston. The reality of the matter is that I’m a total mess on the inside.

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; leaving me feeling like my entire body is in the middle of a civil war right now.

Pulling up to the hotel, I pay for my taxi and with fast strides make my way into the hotel lobby. Reagan is just coming in from the pool. He’s wearing nothing but board shorts and a towel draped over his shoulder. All the girls are staring with their mouths agape. I have to admit he’s pretty freakin’ hot, but I could never have anything but a platonic relationship with him. It’d be like kissing my brother…umm, no thank you.

“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 far 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 laugh, winking at him as we step into the elevator. A few other people get in with us, cutting Reagan’s pleas for gossip short.

Stepping off of the elevator, we make our way down the long corridor to our hotel rooms. Stopping in front of my room, Reagan loops his arm around my waist giving me an impish grin letting me know this conversation isn’t over.

“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 yell over my shoulder; I can’t help but laugh at the look of pure annoyance on his face.

Walking into my room, I slam the door and toss my purse onto the bed. Stopping at the closet, I take out my dress lay it on the bed. Crawling on my knees, I look over the assortment of heels spread out across the closet floor.

I filled an entire suitcase with just my shoes; you can never bring too many. Picking out my black suede ankle boot stilettos, I head into the bathroom and get to work on my makeup.

It’s time to get my ass in gear and get myself beautified. Before I know it, the limos will be lining up out front to whisk us over to Vertigo for the Envy party.

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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 decided to go with white shimmering eye shadow 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 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. The main part of our job at Envy is looking the part. Eloise has drilled into all of her employee’s heads, to never leave your house looking anything 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 has sent over three stretch limos, which made it a lot easier than all twenty of us trying to get cabs. He really has 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 if he’s angry with me for slipping out while he was still asleep this morning or not. I don’t even know if he’ll act anything but professional tonight. Will he pretend as if nothing has 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 looks gorgeous tonight, too. Eloise will 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, so 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 says, inching closer to me, and smiles 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 too 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’ll 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 be 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 will 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’s the one fanning herself.

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

“Okay! Geesh don’t get all physical on me, but come on, you gotta see that this is something to be proud of!”

“Oh yeah, really something to be bragging about…Guess what everyone? I just became another notch on Kayden Knox’s bedpost. I think NOT!” I roll my eyes at her as she glares at me.

“I would be a notch on his bedpost any day, along with any other hot blooded woman on this planet. You won the jackpot last night, and if you play your cards right, I bet you a hundred dollars that you could be doing it all over again tonight.”

I set my glass down on a napkin, trying not to feed into Rebecca’s insanity. Kayden will more than likely leave here tonight with beautiful models, which are far more deserving of his affection. I was shocked I hadn’t seen him yet; he was probably avoiding me…just wonderful!

I glance around the night club which looks totally different than last night; the decor is beautiful, and anyone who is anyone is here.

“Looking for someone Savannah?” Rebecca asks sarcastically, startling me and making me jump,

“What? No,” I feel the heat rising to my face, “I'm just looking around; this place looks so different compared to last night. I didn’t think there would be so many people here.”

“Oh, cut the crap,” Rebecca playfully pushes on my arm, “I know you’re trying to spot Kayden.” She can see right through my lame lie. “You’ve got it bad, girl; I don’t believe a word you say when you try to play it off as nothing.”

Was last night a one-time thing? Is he pissed at me for sneaking out during the night without so much as a goodbye? To top it off, my love life has peaked the media’s interest; when today is supposed to be all about him and Envy.

“I really don’t know.” I gulp down the rest of my drink and slam the empty glass on the bar. My life is one gigantic disaster.