Infinite Desire (7 page)

Resting
her hand on my forearm she gives me a small smile, “I think everything’s going
to be fine. He’s probably being a miserable ass because he’s hung over and sore
from his fight with Shayne last night.”

I
hope she’s right. I’m able to relax a little as her words sink in. 

Sitting
on our lounge by the pool I’m basking in the sun, enjoying the warm breeze and quietly
singing along with the music the DJ’s playing up by the poolside bar. This is
exactly what I needed.

Brooklyn’s
in the water with a group of people we met at the pool’s bar. They’re laughing
and hitting a giant beach ball around in the water. I was down there with them
but felt like lying back down and working on my tan. My body is covered in water
droplets, so the normally hot air that feels like a blow drier is pointed
directly on you, actually feels refreshing on my damp cool skin.

Rolling
onto my stomach, I pull out my phone and check my messages. I posted a picture
of Brooklyn and me hanging out by the side of pool earlier on Twitter and
Facebook, and now have a flood of notifications on both social networks. I
laugh at my mother’s comment on the Facebook post, chastening me about making
sure we’re drinking plenty of water because of the hot Vegas heat.

Scrolling
through Facebook, I spot a post by Braxton; it’s a picture of him, Kayden, Jax
and Dixon standing on a cement wall next to NASCAR driver, Chase Kenzington. I
recognize him immediately because Kayden has tons of photos in his
man cave
of them together at racing events at Talladega International Speedway. He’s
wearing his fire suit and Chase’s number 8 car is parked behind him in the pit
box.

The
date and time is today, about thirty minutes ago. With the location marked Las
Vegas Motor Speedway, Las Vegas, Nevada. Its three-twenty-two right now, so I’m
guessing their poker game is now over, and they’re off doing more guy things
with Braxton.

Thinking
about Braxton and his fast approaching nuptials, I decide to text Mya. I’m
supposed to be a bridesmaid in their wedding, but with everything going on with
the whole Nadia thing, I wasn’t sure if I could go through with it and be
around Kayden.

Me:

Hey girl, I wanted 2
send u a quick text to catch up. I’m in Vegas with Brooklyn. We r staying with
the guys in their suite. I’ll b home Wed we can have lunch go over dresses.
Nadia lied about everything. I’ll fill u in on everything when we get together.

Leaning
over the edge of the lounger I grab my water bottle out of the bucket of ice on
the ground. I take a long pull from it before tossing the bottle back into the
bucket. Just as I’m laying back down, my phone beeps as a text message comes
in. Picking up my phone, I see Mya’s texted me back.

Mya:

Awesome!! Soooo happy
things are okay, Braxton called me last night b4 bed and told me u n Brooklyn
flew in. I’ve had my fingers crossed things would work out. Just text me when
ur home. Miss you tons! Xoxo

I
can’t help but smile reading her message; I’ve missed her too. We’ve become
close friends over the last several months and I hate the thought of not being
able to get together for our weekly girl days at the spa, and some tennis and
lunch at the country club.

I’m
pulled from my thoughts when a young girl who looks to be about fourteen walks
up to my lounge. She looks nervous as she knots her hands in front her and
rocks on her heels. “Excuse me?” Her voice comes out soft and sweet. I roll
over and sit up curling my legs behind me.

“Hi.”
I greet her, giving her a warm, welcoming smile.

Twirling
her hair around her finger, she glances over her shoulder at a group of
teenagers sitting on the edge of the pool; they’re ten feet away from where I’m
sitting.

“Are
you Savannah Livingston?” She asks, cocking her head slightly to the right
before flicking her eyes back towards who I’m assuming are her friends.

“Yes,
I’m Savannah.” She must recognize me because of my parents, I guess? Although, I
normally don’t get approach that often by their fans.

Her
face instantly lights up and I notice her eyes roam back to the pool. Then she focuses
on Brooklyn, who’s riding a guy’s shoulders and smacking the beach ball to the
girl I now know is Ashley, who’s also on another guys shoulders. I think his
name is Keith? I’m awful with names.

“That’s
Brooklyn, right?” She asks focusing her attention back on me, but tilting her
head towards Brooklyn.

I
let out a laugh before answering, “Yes, that’s my best friend Brooklyn.”

I
can see the excitement beginning to bubble up inside of her as her eyes begin
to sparkle. She looks from Brooklyn and me, back to her friends. “Oh my God! My
friend Jamie said she thought it was you guys we saw on Twitter; you two were
at the Pool here! We’re
huge
fans!”

This
time I really laugh. Full on laughter escapes my mouth, and I swing my legs
over the lounge onto the hot cement. Standing, I glance questionably at her,
“Really? You’re a fan of Brooklyn and me?”

Grinning
from ear to ear, she shakes her head up and down telling me yes. “I absolutely
love you guys, and your boyfriend Kayden!”

I
raise an eye brow at her as Kayden’s name comes out of her mouth. Is she a fan
of us because I’m Kayden’s girlfriend? And Brooklyn is my best friend?

“I
swear my friends and I have watched your YouTube video like a thousand times!”

Ohhhh,
it’s now coming together. She must’ve watched the video of us singing in
Vertigo, back in Houston. I was in complete and total shock when Reagan texted
me one day telling me to check out the video on YouTube. It had, in a matter of
a few days, hit one million views. It’s been making the rounds all over the
internet. Paparazzi hounded me for days after it went viral asking if I was
going to follow in my parents’ footsteps and make an album.

“You
two were awesome when you sang the
Pistol
Annie’s
song
; then you guys singing
Billy Jean
with
Kayden! It was insane!” She explains enthusiastically. “My friends and I have
it as our ringtones.” She admits shyly. It’s too cute seeing someone so excited
over meeting me. I’m used to running into my parents fans.

“You
are so sweet! What’s your name sweetie?” I wave to Brooklyn, letting her know
to come back over to our cabana.

“Rachel.
And my friends Jamie, Kenzie, Luca, and Tray are over there.” She says pointing
over the teenagers by the pool. “We’re here on vacation for spring break with
our parents. We flew all the way here from Rhode Island.”

“Well,
it’s very nice to meet you Rachel. Why don’t you go get your friends, and we
can all take a picture together. Just give me your email and I’ll send the
picture to you? How’s that sound?”

Jumping
up and down, squealing she nods her head yes and sprints over to her friends.
They’re all exploding with excitement as they make their way over.

“What’s
going on?” Brooklyn asks, flopping down onto the lounger.

Nodding
my head at the group of teenagers heading our way, I tell her, “We have some
fans who want a picture with us.”

Brooklyn
gives me a puzzled look, “Fans? Of us?”

“Yup!”
I answer emphasizing the P. “And not because of your acting, or my parents,” I
laugh. “Get this…they are fans because of our videos on YouTube singing at
Vertigo.”

“Really?
That’s so awesome.”

Brooklyn
stands up beside me, greeting the other kids and giving them all a quick hug. I
can’t help but laugh to myself as the two boys with Rachel look like they’ve
died and gone to heaven being hugged by Brooklyn and me. 

I
ask one of the Cabana boys to take our picture with my iPhone. I use an app on
my phone so Brooklyn and I can sign the picture using our fingers by drawing on
the screen. After getting Rachel’s email, I send her the photos we took and
forward it to Kayden’s phone telling him about the fans we met at the pool.

“As
you know, my fiancé owns this hotel, so I’ll talk to the front desk and let
them know that you guys, along with your parents,” I say waving over to their parents
sitting at a patio set by the bar, “can have dinner on the house tonight at the
hotel restaurant.”

Saying
goodbye, they all head back to the pool and Brooklyn and I head back to the
water. I’m in desperate need of cooling off before we head inside to get ready to
have dinner.

~~~

Walking
out of Planet Hollywood, Brooklyn and I climb into a cab and head back to our
hotel.

“Have
you heard from Kayden?” Brooklyn asks, while applying a fresh coat of lip
gloss.

Glancing
down at my phone, I see no missed calls or texts while we were at Peep Show.

“Nope.
Not since he texted me back earlier when I sent him the picture of us with
those kids by the pool. He just said it was cool and said they we’re hanging
out at the track with Chase before going to gamble some more. He said ‘
I
love you’,
which is a good thing I guess.”

Popping
her lips, and wiping the excess lips gloss off of the corners of her mouth,
Brooklyn lets out an aggravated sigh. “Men. Why the hell are they sooo
confusing? I swear they’re more moody than a woman on
the
rag.”

“That
they are.” I say dryly. “I don’t want to be the nagging girlfriend. I know he’s
here with his friends for their guys’ get-a-way, or whatever the hell it is; I
just wish he would’ve set a little bit of time aside this morning for us to
talk. Do you think I’m overreacting and just being overly sensitive?” I ask, as
our cab comes to a stop outside of Knox Hotel and Casino.

Sliding
the driver my debit card, I pay the
cab fare,
and
exit behind Brooklyn. She glances at me as we enter the hotel; we both nod and
say hello to the doorman as we walk through. Once we’re inside the lobby she
answers me.

“I
don’t think so. Kayden did nothing but text me non-stop when we were in LA.
Telling me he loved you, and the story Nadia sold to the press was completely
fabricated. All he wanted was for you to come home and work things out. Now
you’re here and all because of the shit with Shayne Andrews, he doesn’t even
try to talk this shit out with you?”

“Well
I’m done sitting around Vegas being ignored. It was a frickin’ belly shot for
God’s sake. Him acting like this over that, when it was just us having fun, and
nothing more is ridiculous. If he wants to be pissed off because I slept with
Shayne last Halloween, then I guess I can be pissed about him hooking up with
that snotty bitch Trixie before we were together.”

Brooklyn’s
eyes get big as Trixie’s name leaves my lips, “Eww. Seriously!? He fucked that
nasty skank?” Shaking her head, she has a look of disgust on her face. “I guess
it doesn’t surprise me. He was a man-whore and she loves a guy with deep
pockets and they do run in the same social circle. All of which explains her
rude ass comments to you last night. She was probably boiling over inside with
anger that she couldn’t sink her claws, literally, into Kayden last night
because of you.”

Quickening
my pace, I speed walk through the Hotel to the elevators while Brooklyn takes
long strides to keep up with me. The fact that I’m wearing 4” heels isn’t
fazing me; I’m a woman on a mission, and I need to set my plan into action.

Looking
at the time on my phone, I see it’s almost Midnight. Between having lunch,
going to the pool, out to dinner, then site seeing and watching a show, the day
has gone by quickly.

“I
just sent Jax a text. He said they’re all in the casino playing Black Jack;
they’ve spent the last five hours in the Casino.”

“Good
for them. They can enjoy themselves gambling and drinking. We’re going to go
have our own fun, like we have all day. We’re going dancing.” I say
matter-of-factly, as we step onto the elevator.

After
a quick change and freshening up our makeup, we head down to Vertigo. It’s
packed and the music is pumping out across the club making my entire body buzz
with excitement. Nothing helps me burn off my frustrations like dancing.

“Let’s
take a shot before we go dance.” I love having a slight buzz when I’m dancing;
it makes my entire body slowly connect with the music, allowing it to engross
my body and mind, filtering out the world.

Brooklyn’s
wea
ring
a barely there black strapless dress
and red peep-toe Jimmy Choos. I decided on a tight one shoulder leopard dress
and black suede Louboutin pumps. We both opted for up-do’s since we plan on
dancing the night away, and we know within the hour our bodies with be sheathed
in sweat.

My
phone vibrates, alerting me of a text message while we wait for our shots at
the bar. Taking out my phone, I see it’s from Kayden and I instantly feel my
stomach do flip flop’s. I’ve been on edge all day stressing over how things are
between us.

Opening
the text I smile as I read it.

Kayden:

Sorry been MIA baby.
It’s been a crazy day. We already had the day planned for Braxton. I didn’t
want to bail on him when I flew him here for a guy’s weekend. We r going 2 eat
at the diner in the hotel then IDK what they want to do. I love u. C U at the
suite later?

Me: