Free Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) by Danielle Jamie Page A

finally fall into a
deep, dreamless sleep about six and wish never to wake
up.
     
    The front door closes,
waking me up and I hear Brooklyn’s heels clinking across the living
room floor. I hold my breath as I listen to her walk around the
house and finally let the breath out when I her bedroom door
closes. I look at my clock to see it’s almost noon - she must have
stayed out all night. This works out well for me because she’ll
sleep the entire day, giving me time to try and wrap my head around
everything that happened last night. I don’t think I can handle
talking to her right now. I grab my cell phone from my night stand
and turn it on. I had turned it off in the cab last night as Logan
was continuously calling and texting me. He was not giving up on
reaching me, I discovered quickly. I had twenty text messages,
twelve voice mails, numerous emails to my Facebook, twitter and my
personal email inbox. I didn’t want to hear or read any of his
excuses and apologies, so I delete everything without giving it a
second thought.
     
    I instantly regret turning
my laptop on, as soon as my internet opens up I see the news
headlines are filled with “breaking news” headlines announcing my
engagement to Logan Sanders. Pictures from last night are plastered
all over the internet, me looking so shocked, excited and in love.
When I log into my Facebook, my notifications are flooded with wall
posts of congratulations. The whole situation just went from bad to
worse as I realize I’ll have to make a statement to the press about
the engagement being called off. Nothing in my life can ever just
be private! I slam my laptop closed and begin repeatedly punching
my pillow, shoving my face into it I scream until my lungs
ache.
     
    “Screw you Logan Sanders!
All your stupid sluts too,” I scream into the pillow and bang my
fist repeatedly onto my mattress, trying my best to let out my
frustrations without alerting Brooklyn, only a few feet away, “I
hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!” I continue to
scream for a good five minutes until my throat was hoarse. I feel a
small amount of relief wash over my body from releasing pent up
frustrations, even if it wasn’t actually at Logan, to whom every
word was intended.
     
    I spend the rest of the
afternoon sitting outside on our patio, drinking an entire bottle
of wine. It was seven by the time Brooklyn comes strolling out,
finding me drowning my sorrows. I’m just finishing my last glass of
wine and feel thoroughly trashed, even more so than I did last
night on six glasses of champagne.
     
    “Brooklyn…I am sooo happy
you are finally up, now I don’t have to drink alone.” I slur at her
as I lay sprawled out on the outdoor lounge.
     
    “What the hell happened to
you? Did aliens come down and invade your brain Savannah?" You look
utterly fucked-up right now,” Brooklyn blurts out as she runs over
to where I’m sat and plops down at the foot of the lounge. “Why are
you downing an entire bottle of wine? You never drink this
much…EVER.” I see panic consuming her eyes as she stares into
mine.
     
    “Well if you insist on
knowing, I got engaged to Los Angeles' biggest man whore last
night,” I wave my wine glass around in front of me dramatically
pointing towards the Los Angeles skyline that’s twinkling in the
night sky in front of us. “My romantic night turned out to be…well,
not so romantic…I guess you could say.”
     
    “What the hell are you
talking about, Savannah? What happened last night? What do you mean
you’re now engaged to the Los Angeles’ biggest man whore? You have
my head spinning, I need answers...now! No riddles Savannah, just
spit it out already, you’re seriously scaring me!” She runs her
fingers through her hair and looks like she’s about to pounce on me
if I don’t tell her what’s going on as soon as possible.
     
    I pull myself up on the
lounge and fold my legs behind me; running my finger around the
brim of my wine