Free Infinite Desire by Danielle Jamie Page B

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