Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) (7 page)

“My parents are here, I’m
going to go over and say hello,” I whisper into Brooklyn’s
ear.

Brooklyn is slow dancing
with Reagan, “Okay, you want me to go with you?” she
asks.

“No, stay with Reagan, I’ll
be right back.” When I approach them, my parents are talking with a
few of Logan’s models and actresses. These women look like Greek
goddesses. All the models are five feet ten or taller and almost
all of them look like they should eat a burger before they
completely vanish. I love being slim, but there’s a difference
between being slim and fit and being just so thin that you look
like skin on bones.

“Hey Mom, Dad. So what do
you think? Logan’s party planner did amazingly, this place looks
magnificent.”

“That it does,” my mother
replies, “It literally took my breath away when we walked
in.”

“Logan’s party seems to be
a success; the press are lining the street trying to get shots of
anyone who arrives. I imagine we will be seeing all of this on the
gossip blogs tonight.” Dad exclaims as he walks over and hugs me.
“By the way Savannah, you look wonderful tonight; I imagine you
took Logan’s breath away.”

“Thank you Dad.” I say, my
cheeks flushing about ten shades of red.

I talk with my parents for
just a few more minutes before I decide to go find Logan. I’ve
hardly seen him for more than a few minutes at a time tonight
because he has so many guests to see.

*****

Chapter 5

*****

I spot Logan with a group
of co-workers discussing God knows what over glasses of scotch.
When I approach him, every guy he is talking to avert their eyes
towards me. One of the men, whom I only met a few times, I believe
his name is Jacob, has his mouth curled up in a wicked grin and his
eyes are scanning me up and down. It made my skin crawl.

“Logan you sure hit the
jackpot with this one” he grins, elbowing Logan in the ribs, “If
she was my girlfriend I would never leave the bedroom.”

“Hey, jackass that is no
way to speak about a lady.” One of the other guys says, seeming to
come to my defense. Yet the way his eyes are screaming for me
suggests he agrees with his friend. I feel like I need a shower
after spending a few seconds with these sleaze balls.

“Thank you Derrick, I think
Nathan has had one to many scotch on the rocks tonight. He has a
loose tongue that can get him into some serious trouble.” Logan
turns towards Nathan and raises an accusing eyebrow at
him.

“How’s my lovely Savannah
enjoying the party?” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist and
pulling me into him.

I turn my head towards him
and look up into his mesmerizing gaze. Even surrounded by these
idiots, just looking at Logan could put my mind at ease. “I’m
having a lot of fun. Brooklyn, Reagan and I have been spending most
of the night dancing and admiring all the different masks and
outfits. It’s going to be a tough one deciding who has the best
costume.”

I hear someone shout my
name somewhere behind me and spin around to spot Megan Nelson
walking out of the ladies room. Megan is Logan’s number one client,
she is the star of the biggest movie this year, and is subsequently
on everyone’s list for “best actress” at the Academy Awards this
year. She is five feet six with long, black hair falling just below
her shoulder blades and a body many would pay thousands of dollars
to have. Her naturally beautiful high cheekbones, plump lips and
almond shaped chocolate brown eyes are to die for.

Every guy in the place
watches her as she sashayed over to us, “Oh. My. God. This party is
amazing!” She quickly hugs first me and then Logan, careful not to
spill her glass of champagne. “People really went all out with
their costumes didn’t they? I feel bad for wearing this little
black dress and mask, I’m underdressed to say the least.” she
giggles.

“Believe me, you are not
underdressed, you have every guy in here salivating over you. If I
swung that way, girl I would be all over you.” I say as Megan’s
eyes sparkle with glee.

“Okay Savannah, if you
think I look so hot lets test your theory. Let’s see how quickly I
can get a man to sweep me off my feet. I’m in the mood for some
good elevator sex, if you know what I mean?” Winking at me, she
grabs my hand and yanks me across the ballroom. I glance back at
Logan and shrug my shoulders. Well, at least we got to spend a few
minutes together before another distraction popped up.

Reagan and Brooklyn soon
come to find by the bar. I smile at Reagan who is eyeballing Megan
from behind and mouth, “She wants hot elevator sex”, his eyes grow
as big as saucers and he gives me a thumbs up. Before I know it
Reagan and Megan were all over each other, heading out towards the
lobby.

Brooklyn comes over to our
table and hands me another glass of wine, “You look like you could
use another drink,” She smirks at me, mischief gleaming in her
eyes, “Plus, I’m not getting drunk on my own.”

“What can I say? I wouldn’t
be your best friend if I let you drink alone.” With that we tip our
glasses back and start laughing, “This party sucks, seriously.
There is nothing but snotty anorexic bitches who have done nothing
but look daggers at us all night. To top it off, I’ve been hit on
by a hundred sleazy ass men all night. I swear Reagan is the only
guy in this place who isn’t a major douche and that’s putting it
lightly.” Brooklyn rants, leaning onto the table and resting her
chin in the palm of her hand.

She was right. I’ve never
in my life had so many women look like they despise me. I feel like
I’m in a snake hole surrounded by vipers ready to sink their teeth
into my and fill me with their venom. “I thought I was the only one
who noticed, every woman in here besides my mother and Megan seems
to be giving me the death stare.”

“It isn’t just you, believe
me I noticed too. This place is full of some catty bitches tonight.
I think all the alcohol just fuels them with liquid courage.
Believe me I will not hesitate to knock a bitch out if they say one
cross word to you or I.” Brooklyn shoots a look at one of the girls
standing by the bar, she was dead serious. Brooklyn may look sweet
and innocent, but she can be a scrappy bitch. I have seen her knock
out a few women in clubs and I would not want to be on the wrong
side of her, that’s for sure.

Logan and my parents soon
join us at the table to eat; dinner is so exquisite that I shock
myself and manage to eat half my plate. Logan seems nervous
throughout dinner; he’s been acting odd all night actually. I
assume his nerves must be getting the best of him, this is a huge
night for him, it’s understandable.

Logan finally breaks away
from his socializing and dancing with me for a few songs. It’s nice
being able to just lay my head against his chest and enjoy this
night with him. It seems since we started dancing though, that the
attitude I’m getting from all the women here is getting worse,
mainly Logan’s, they’re acting like I’ve stolen the last celery
stick from the veggie platter or something. It’s getting beyond
ridiculous; I haven’t spoken more than two words to these people
since I met them over the four years. A few happen to
“accidentally” bump into me while walking to the bar to get drinks.
I will do anything to take my mind off the high school drama
transpiring at this party, I was way over my three drink rule, but
I didn’t care if I got totally slammed tonight.

Logan hands me my drink and
looks at me sympathetically, “I am sorry I haven’t been able to
spend much time with you tonight, I hope you’re not too upset with
me.” He reaches for my hand and brought it up to his mouth, gently
kissing it and sending chills up my spine.

“I understand; I’m just
happy that your night is going so well. I hear a lot of buzz going
on the closer we are getting to midnight. People really want to get
their hands on those court side seats.” I wrap my arms around him
and pull him in for a hug, “I cherish every moment with you, Logan.
I’ve had a lot of fun tonight, Brooklyn has kept me busy, so was
Reagan earlier, but him and Megan seemed to have gotten lost
somewhere in this hotel.” I say sarcastically and roll my
eyes.

Everyone starts gathering
onto the dance floor, preparing to shed their masks and for the
announcement of “best costume”. Every man in the room has their
fingers crossed that either they or their partners would win; they
wanted those Lakers tickets badly.

I spot Brooklyn trying to
maneuver her way through the crowd. She wasn’t exactly hard to find
with that hot pink dress and mask. “I’m glad I couldn’t care less
about basketball, these people I think would sell their first born
child for the chance to meet Kobe Bryant,” she says as she leans
over and rests her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.
“I was outside trying to get some air that is thick with despair”
she giggled. I heard them announcing it was midnight, so I ran my
ass back inside. I cannot wait to get this itchy mask
off!”

“You’re such a drama queen,
Brooklyn Abigail Bennett, but you are right, these things itch
something awful. I’ll probably have red blotches all over my face
when I finally get to take this damn thing off.” Grabbing her hand,
we wait as they counted down. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” and
together we tear our masks off. I look over at Brooklyn and see a
look of pure panic in her eyes, her mouth is partially open, as if
she’s trying to speak but nothing will come out. My stomach
immediately starts turning and I can feel panic boiling in my
veins. Then a spot light points at me, as I look around at everyone
behind Brooklyn, they’re all covering their mouths and pointing at
me. Oh. My. God…did I really get red and blotchy from wearing my
mask? Each second that passes feels like an eternity.

I feel Logan pull on my
hand and I spin round to find him bending down on one knee. Oh no,
this cannot be happening. I despise attention, and right now the
entire room has their eyes on me, burning holes into my skin. I
feel faint am certain I’m going to pass out and embarrass myself,
and Logan. Is he seriously doing this RIGHT NOW?!

I find my mother and
father’s faces in the crowd and they’re both beaming with pride.
The man they care so much for is finally proposing to me. I’m
suddenly blinded by flash bulbs going off all around me. Great,
this is going to be all over the news tomorrow. I always imagined
this moment being romantic and intimate, just between Logan and I;
not surrounded by glaring women and a ton of strangers that I
didn’t know.

I force a small smile on my
face and stare down into Logan’s eyes, he looks so nervous. I can
just imagine all the thoughts bouncing around in his head right
now. I take in a deep breath, and slowly let it out trying to find
the strength to say something, anything. All I can get to come out
of my mouth is, “Logan?”

“Savannah Elizabeth
Livingston, will you do me the honor of becoming my
wife?”

I glance around at everyone
watching me and try to swallow the lump in my throat. I reply
simply with, “Yes.” Logan jumps up and sweeps me up in his arms
kissing me passionately. Not caring at all about the thousands of
people all around us. His rules about PDA have just flown out of
the window, as I agree to be his wife. Caught up in the moment I
return his kiss and when he finally sets me back on the ground my
head is spinning. I suddenly feel another set of arms wrap around
me, I recognize the perfume. It’s my mother.

“Oh, I am so excited, it
has been so hard keeping this a secret from you sweetie, Logan
asked your father earlier this week for your hand in marriage,
isn’t that the sweetest thing? Very old fashioned.” My father
stepped around my mother and pulled me into a hug. “Congrats
sweetie, you’ve found an amazing man. I know Logan is going to make
you very happy.” He kisses me on the cheek, and walked away to talk
to some paparazzi, probably wanting the first statement on my
engagement.

“I cannot believe this
really happened,” I manage to spit out. I glance down at my hand,
regarding the massive diamond sitting on my left ring finger. It
looks to be a three carat, princess cut diamond, surrounded by
smaller diamonds in platinum gold. “The ring is beautiful… I pray I
don’t lose it.” I laugh nervously.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I
imagine he has insurance on it, so if you do somehow misplace it,
he can get a new one.” We talk for a few more minutes as people
walk over and congratulate. I feel like I talk to more people in
that ten minutes, than I did the rest of the night. I need to get
away from these people and their prying questions, so I excuse
myself, feigning the need for the ladies room.. I just start
walking towards the bathroom when Brooklyn jumps in front of me and
drags me inside.

“What the fuck just
happened?” Brooklyn spits out through clenched teeth, with a look
of pure shock and rage pouring out of her eyes. “I cannot believe
Logan pulled a stunt like this Savannah. I am telling you, this
proposal is nothing but a big publicity stunt! Logan knows better
than anyone, the perfect way to ask you to marry him would have
been at the ocean, just you and him. Not. Like. This!” She quickly
wraps me in her arms and whispers into my ear, “You don’t have to
agree to this Savannah. I know you would never want to hurt his
feelings, especially in front of all of these people.”