Indestructible Desire

by Danielle Jamie

  Wiping away my tears, I smile at Kayden as he digs a small black velvet box out of his shorts. “I was so nervous; I forgot to take the ring out!” He blurts out as he nervously pops open the box, and pulls out the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen.

  Sliding it on my finger, I take in the beauty before me. A three carat princess cut past, present and future rings. With infinity loops on each side. Every inch is covered in diamonds, and is almost blinding with the sunset glistening off of it.

  “This is perfect Kayden. If I could design the perfect wedding ring…this would be it.” Taking his face between my hands, I pull him in for one more kiss. “I love you Kayden, and I cannot wait to be Mrs. Kayden Knox.”

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  Chapter Twenty Two

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  My 25 birthday has definitely been the most memorable so far, and it’s not even over yet. Walking hand in hand with Kayden we enter my party. I can’t wait to announce to every that we’re engaged. Looking over at the far corner where everything’s set up, I spot everyone.

  “You ready to party until you drop baby?” Kayden asks squeezing my hand, and smiling down at me with his mega white, all teeth smile. Immediately calming my nerves.

  “I was born ready!”

  After two hours of dancing, having an amazing dinner, we all huddled around as we waited for my birthday cake to be rolled out.

  We announced our engagement with a toast before dinner. It’s was the most amazing feeling, seeing everyone I care about so over joyed for us both. My mom, Brooklyn, Mya and Rebecca all cried when I told them about my afternoon, and the proposal. I have a sinking feeling that they all new about it, since they didn’t question me leaving them at the pool earlier. After Kayden sent me the mysterious text to head up to our penthouse suite.

  My dad and Kayden are so close, it melts my heart seeing them together talking and laughing. Everything seems to be perfect right now; I just can’t help but be afraid that something’s going to happen to ruin our happiness. Every time things seem to be perfect, not too soon after the other shoe soon drops.

  “Hey birthday girl! Whatcha going to wish for, seeing that you pretty much have everything a girl could ask for?” My mom asks wrapping her arm around me.

  Reagan can’t help but chime in, “Make a wish for me, I need a sugar mama that’ll keep me in Gucci and Prada suits for the rest of my life.”

  Slapping Reagan on the arm, I shake my head in disbelief at him. “You make enough to keep yourself in overly priced suits for the rest of your life! Stop looking for girls in bars, and maybe you’ll finally find the one.”

  Brooklyn burst into a fit of laughter, “Seriously Savannah do you hear yourself? This coming from the girl who met her now fiancé in a bar?”

  “Hey, if you want to get all technical, Kayden and I actually met at Envy. We just later on met again at a bar.”

  It’s bittersweet having everyone here right now. All of my friends, my parents. I love it, but then I also hate it because I know after tonight, we’ll all be going our separate ways again. I’m just grateful I get to celebrate becoming engaged with all the people I care most about in this world.

  Piling around the outdoor sofa, we watch as the waiter pushes my cake out. Its hot pink and leopard with sparklers sticking out of the top of it. Just as she’s parks my cake in front of me and everyone starts to sing happy birthday. I notice a very familiar voice singing along with everyone over a microphone.

  Turning to look towards the outdoor stage by the bar. My jaw hit’s the floor as my eyes take in the person singing on stage. Dustin-freakin-Lynch! I absolutely love him! I got to meet him once last year at an award show I attended with my parents. He’s so sweet and beyond sexy! Kayden always refers to me as angel, and him my cowboy, from his song. So Kayden having him here on my birthday, and the day we became engaged…its perfect.

  “Oh. My. God!” I shriek and stair at the stage in shock.

  “Dustin Lynch is singing you happy birthday!” Everyone screams out as we all watch in awe at the gorgeous country singer up on stage with his acoustic guitar.

  Kayden flashes an impish grin at me as he stands, and takes me hand pulling me to my feet. “You’re just full of surprises tonight.” I finally say as the shock slowly begins to wear off.

  “That. I. Am. Now blow out your candles and make a wish!” Slapping me on the butt playfully Kayden steps back, giving me room to stand in front of my cake.

  Closing my eyes I take in a deep breath, and blow out my candles. Making my wish, I stand up and happily except all the birthday wishes and hugs from everyone.

  “Now let’s get this party started!” I shout out tossing back a shot of whiskey. “Let’s make my first night being twenty five, the most kick ass night of my life!”

  “Slow down their cowgirl. Before we go all balls to wall, you owe me a dance.” Taking my hands in his, Kayden walks me over to dance floor beside the stage. After signaling to Dustin Lynch, he begins to strum the first song Kayden ever sang to me. Cowboys and Angels.

  Snuggling into his chest, I let my tears of joy fall freely from my eyes, as I think back to that night. Kayden and I sitting by the fireplace sipping on glasses of wine. Laying there on the floor as I listen to his sweet Southern twang sing to me. It was the first of many amazing and memorable nights with Kayden. I can’t wait to spend forever with him, creating many more memorable evenings together.

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  The last two weeks since we flew back from Hawaii has been hectic to say the least. Between Kayden working night and day on his wind energy project with Dixon. Me flying to LA once a week, working on stuff to get it ready for next months issue. Then moving everything into Kayden’s beach house in Galveston. I’ve barley had a second to breath! Brooklyn is sad that that she’ll be staying in the beach house by herself. But I reassured her I’m only ten houses down. Plus she got a call back for a small roll on a soap opera in LA, so will be flying back and forth to LA weekly to film.

  We had a photographer come to Galveston last week, to do our engagement announcement photos. They’ll be going into the mail to everyone this week. I’ve been bombarded by friends, family and co-workers with congratulations.

  The news of our engagement spread as fast as a wild fire. The morning after my party, the news of our engagement was all over the web, and TV. This past week we were on the cover of every gossip magazine. The world has gone crazy over the news of the most eligible bachelor getting engaged.

  Hanging the last of my clothes up in my closet, I finally feel like I’ve accomplished something. I’m officially all unpacked. I can’t wait until its warm enough outside to spend every day laying out on the beach with Brooklyn. Lots of summer nights sitting by the fire and enjoying drinks with our friends.

  “I still can’t believe you moved in here. You could’ve stayed at our beach house you know. Just jumped back and forth like you were.” Brooklyn says plopping down on the plush pink chair in the center of my walk in closet.

  Walking over to her, I sit on her lap and wrap my arms around her. “I’ll still see you all the time; we’re only a few houses apart! I imagine you and Jax would like some privacy, am I right?”

  Pursing her lips at me, she lets out a loud puff of air before tossing her head back against the couch. “I suppose you’re right…it’s just we’ve lived together for seven years. It feels weird seeing your things gone from your room.”

  “Believe me, you’ll love not having me there, now you can go all OCD and not have to worry about my messy ass destroying all your hard work.”

  “Whatever. I still don’t like it. But it is what it is. Kayden stole your heart, and now he’s stealing my best friend.”

  Giggling, I stare at Brooklyn dumb founded. “Oh cut the dramatics, little miss actress. You could win an Oscar with this performance you’re putting on for me.” Rolling my eyes at her I climb off of her lap and grab my jacket.

  “Get your whiny ass up; we need to hurry so we’re not late for our kick boxi
ng class.”

  Dodging the rain we sprint from the beach house to Brooklyn’s jeep. I don’t want to dirty my pretty new car driving it in the god awful rain. Jumping into the passenger seat, I toss my umbrella into the back seat, and crank up Florida Georgia Line’s, Cruise.

  “God. We so gotta see these guys in concert, like soon!” Brooklyn’s says reversing out of the driveway.

  “Well your birthday is coming up girly! So what do you say? We go spend your big Two-Five with the hotties from Florida Georgia Line?”

  “Hell-mother-fuckin’-yeah!”

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  Leaving our kick boxing class, I ask Brooklyn to swing by the grocery store. I’m PMSing big time, and in desperate need of some chocolate. Walking through the candy aisle, I fill my shopping basket to the brim with all kinds of chocolaty goodies. From candy bard to chips-ahoy cookies, I’ll probably gain five pounds, but it’ll be so worth it.

  Walking up to the check out line, I start setting my items on the conveyer belt. I stop dead when I see the cover for the new In Touch Weekly beside the check out line. On the Cover is a picture of Kayden and some girl I’ve never seen before. They’re sitting together at a bar, and the headline reads. “My wild night in Paris, with Kayden Knox.”

  “What the fuck is this!” Brooklyn snaps the magazine from the shelf before I can.

  “I don’t know.” I say in a daze, shaking my head. I’m snapped back to reality when the cashier asks me to please pay because their’s a line forming behind me. Taking out my debit card, I quickly slide it through and pay for my items. Grabbing my bag, I dart out of the store and into Brooklyn’s jeep.

  A few moments later Brooklyn’s sitting in the driver’s seat. Breaking every speed limit as she drives back to the beach house. “I don’t believe that shit for one minute Savannah, and neither should you. That man loves you; anyone who’s not blind can see that!”

  I can’t contain my sobs as the words bounce around in my head. Kayden was in Paris just before my birthday. Would he cheat on me? Then the next day ask me to marry him? I don’t know what to think. I never in a million years thought Logan would cheat on me. Man didn’t I get a big fat slap in the face that night. I never had a clue that Logan was cheating on me.

  Kayden has been so open with me. Allowing me to look at his phone whenever I’m feeling moody or insecure. I have his twitter and Facebook passwords, and he has mine. We agreed on being completely open and honest with each other like Dr. Wilcott had suggested. He’s not given me one reason to doubt his devotion to me. I know better then anyone how people can sell false stories to the press.

  “You need to talk to Kayden before you doing anything rash Savannah.”

  “Your right, I’ll talk to him as soon as he gets home tonight.”

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  Chapter Twenty Three

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  Kayden

  After spending the entire afternoon in meetings, I’m happy to finally have a second to breathe. I had to skip lunch for a phone conference with China. So now that I have a few free minutes, I want to run down the street and grab something to eat. Exiting my office, I head down the elevator to the lobby. Stepping into the lobby, there are people everywhere. It’s busy for a Thursday afternoon.

  “Crappy day isn’t it.” I say to the doorman as I step out into what is now a torrential downpour. Sprinting to my car, I jump into the back seat.

  “Jesus, I’m out there one second and I’m drenched!” I say sliding into the back seat escaping the rain.

  Turning to look at me Jax has a serious look on his face. I don’t like that look one bit. Every time Jax looks like this he has something bad to tell me. “Yeah mate, this weather really sucks. But I guess we need it, after the drought we’ve been having.

  “Yeah…I suppose.” Stare at Jax, I contemplate prying whatever it is he has to say out of him. But decide I better feed myself first.

  I ordered my sub before leaving the Beaumont Industries building, and told them I’d tip whoever was willing to bring my food out to my car, very well. I don’t want to get more wet then I have to. There’s nothing worse then sitting in a stuffy office with the AC cranked all afternoon while wearing a soaking wet suit.

  After finishing my sub, I decide it’s time to ask Jax what’s going on. “Are you going to tell me what’s got you looking like you’re chewing on something sour?”

  Parking the car out front of the office, Jax turns and looks at me. Immediately sending chills down my spine. “Did you sleep with someone when you were in Paris?”

  What the fuck did he just ask me? The real question here is what the fuck is possessing him to ask me this? “What! No! Why the fuck would you even ask me that Jax?”

  Sliding his hands over his face, I can see he’s struggling with telling me what’s going on. “Jax. Why would you ask me that? I would never…I mean never! Cheat on Savannah. You of all people should know this! You’re one of my best friends for Christ’s sake!”

  “Don’t you think I know this? You don’t think it’s killin’ me havin’ to ask my best mate these questions?” Reaching into the passenger seat, Jax grabs something and then tosses it into my lap. Looking down at the magazine laying there I feel like all the air just got sucked out of the car. Picking it up I read the cover, and flick through the magazine, trying to find the article.

  “This is a bunch of shit! I met this girl in Paris. But nothing happened! She was there with Giselle. Fed me some shit about being a huge fan and wanting to take a picture with me. I swear to you Jax, that’s all that happened. I love Savannah, and I would never cheat on her. I just asked her to marry me! Do you seriously think I’m that fucked up? That I’d propose to her the day after sleeping with someone behind her back?”

  My mind is spinning right now as I try to process all of this. I feel like someone just smashed a brick over my head. Digging into my briefcase I find my bottle of aspirin. Quickly washing them down with my bottle of water. I already know, they won’t even come close to touching the headache I now have. Nothing will make me feel better until I get this fixed.

  Pulling out my cell I text Savannah, telling her that the story out right now is complete BS. I’ll fix this. Dialing the woman head of my PR, I make it clear I want this story retracted. I want them to find this woman and make her confess to everyone that this is all a big ass lie.

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  Savannah

  Laying on the couch, drowning in a tub of mint chocolate chip ice-cream and chocolate chip cookies. I stare at my cell. Kayden text me a little over thirty minutes ago telling me he knows about the story, and not to believe it. I just don’t know what to believe. I know there has to be some truth to the story. Seeing they have pictures of them together. Photos don’t lie, and they’re both all smiles.

  “Will you wipe that sad look off of our face?!” Brooklyn shouts at me sitting down on the couch beside me. “This is all one big fat lie. I know it and you should to Savannah. We’ve been around this shit for so long. You know half the crap they print is half truths.”

  “I’m trying! It’s just after everything I went through with Logan; I don’t know what to believe. I never thought he would cheat, and he was screwing half of Los Angeles!”

  “I new Logan was douche bag from the moment I met him, so him cheating was only a shocker for you Savannah. Kayden on the other hand. He’s nothing like Logan! That man has eyes only for you, and if you can’t see that, there’s something seriously wrong with you.” Snapping the ice cream from my hand, Brooklyn gives me the look of death. Her eyes are burning hot right now with anger.

  I spent the next thirty minutes staring at the clock on the wall, watching it slowly tick by. Each second that ticks by, I find it harder and harder to breath. I hear the roar of Kayden’s raptor pulling up to the house and my heart literally stops beating.

  “That’s my que to leave!” Jumping to her feet, Brooklyn gives me a sympathetic smile and heads out onto the deck.

  I feel like my stomach is in my thr
oat as I wait for Kayden to enter the house. Twisting my fingers together, I stare down at my lap, as I hear the front door open.

  Kayden slams the front door, making me jump. Turning to look at him, he looks like a complete mess. Tossing his dress coat onto the chair, he runs to the side of the couch. His hair looks as if he’s ran his fingers through it over a hundred times on the drive over. His face is red and flushed with anger.

  As soon as our eyes lock I lose it. I fall apart, curling into a ball on the couch I cry so hard, my head is pounding, my throats burning, and stomach is doing summersaults right now.

  Pulling me off of the couch and into his lap, Kayden hugs me tightly against his chest. “Please don’t cry. It’s not true, please baby. I swear to you it’s not true.”