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

glass, I tell Brooklyn everything. It actually
feels exhilarating to get everything out there in the open for her
to hear. Having all this pain from last night bottled up inside was
tearing me apart. No amount of wine could numb the pain I was going
through. The man I had loved and planned on spending the rest of my
life with, betrayed me, ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped
on it repeatedly.
     
    When everything is hanging
in the air and Brooklyn has processed what happened, she just sits
there in a daze in front of me. She closes her eyes and drops her
chin to her chest, it’s rising and falling quickly and I know she’s
trying to keep herself calm to be strong for me. I’m blessed to
have her as my friend; I don’t even want to know what life would be
like without her in it. It’s hard enough losing Logan but I think
losing her would be unbearable. Finally after what feels like an
eternity, she looks up at me with the most terrifying looking I’ve
ever seen on her face before.
     
    “I’m going to kill that son
of a bitch. He thinks he can sleep with any little tramp that will
spread her legs while he’s professing his love to you? What the
fuck is wrong with him? Proposing to you last night in a room full
of women he has had sex with, while he was with you? He is screwed
up; he literally has to have mental issues! I’m going to go to his
suite, chop his dick off and force feed it to him.”
     
    “Brooklyn, I appreciate you
wanting to seek revenge on Logan for this, but it is not worth our
time or energy. I would love nothing more than to castrate
him…believe me, I would, but it won’t help the pain go away. I want
to forget he ever existed. It’s so hard because everything I do,
everything I hear and see reminds me of him.” I can feel tears
trickling down my face one after another and part of me can’t
believe I have any tears left in me to cry.
     
    Brooklyn reaches across the
lounge and wraps me in her arms, petting my hair and crying into my
neck. We sit there for almost half an hour, just holding each other
and crying. I’m grateful to her for being here for me, listening to
me vent and letting me get everything out of my system.
     
    We talk the rest of the
night, curled up on the couch, watching reality TV on-demand; it’s
exactly what I need. We discuss what I’m going to do about the
press and telling my parents. I’m terrified to tell my mom and dad,
especially my dad. He’ll most definitely go all ‘southern’ on
Logan’s ass, driving to his suite and shoving a twelve gage shot
gun in his face and threatening to blow his head off his shoulders
for breaking his little girl’s heart. The idea makes me smile and
it’s the first time I’ve smiled since yesterday evening.
     
    Brooklyn suggests I tell my
parents and have their PR team handle the press, then I can just
write a small statement saying the engagement has been called off
and it’s a personal matter, which I do not wish to discuss. Giving
the press any other information would just lead to them hunting
down Logan and his models, meaning I would have to deal with seeing
my personal life plastered all over gossip magazines for the world
to see.
     
    Logan tries contacting me
every day for the entire week, trying to get me to agree to see
him. He wouldn’t take a hint, he even came to our house and pounded
at our door, begging for me to let him in and give him a chance to
explain. Brooklyn took much joy in threatening to have his ass
arrested for harassment if he tried to come here again. She was my
rock right now, the only thing keeping me from falling apart
completely. I stay off my laptop because I can’t bear to read all
the congratulatory emails I’ve been receiving from everyone, they
were just another painful reminder of my betrayal.
     
    I call my parents on
Tuesday, following a voice mail from my mother that threatened to
come to my house if I didn’t call her back. I guess Logan has shown
up at theirs earlier