Heart of Dixon(37)
I am so excited to see what the next four weeks bring.
I've been back in Houston for less than twenty-four hours and already Dixon is blowing me off. He's pissed I haven't spoken to Jax yet. I tried to explain to him that I've been in L.A. all week on the set of As the Days Go By. I want to talk to Jax in person not over the phone or through text.
He texted me ten minutes ago saying he was too tired to come to Galveston so he'll just see me tomorrow. That'll give me time to tell Jax that the whole exclusive situation isn't working for me.
Thankfully, Savannah agreed to go to kickboxing today even though she's PMSing because I have some serious frustrations to work out. Nothing works better than kicking the shit out of someone. Sparing is a huge stress reliever for me.
We're leaving class right now, and already I'm feeling a little better. I keep trying to find the courage to confess to Savannah what happened in Maui with Dixon. I know she’s team 'Dixlyn,' as they would say in celebrity or soap opera couple slang. Though every time I try to tell her, I chicken out, which is insane because I'm the most blunt, 'say it like it is,' person you'll ever meet.
Right now, we're heading into the grocery store to grab some chocolate and ice cream. The perfect remedy to help us girls get through our lovely visit from Mother Nature.
After loading up the cart with enough junk food to make a dentist cringe, we head to the checkout. Savannah decides to look through the magazines to find a bridal one to skim through and get some new ideas for hers and Kayden's wedding.
As we're waiting in line and looking at the magazines at the beginning of the checkout line, one catches our attention because it has a photo of Kayden, in a three piece suit standing in his office at Beaumont. In the bottom corner is a smaller picture of him and some dark haired girl sitting in a bar together.
Savannah’s started to set all of her items on the conveyer belt when I read the caption. In big letters, it says across Kayden's photo “My wild night in Paris with Kayden Knox.”
“What the fuck is this?!” I ask Savannah as I snatch the InTouch Weekly off the rack.
“I don’t know,” She says, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Her face has gone pale, and I notice her eyes glossing over.
We check out our stuff and hurry back to my Jeep. The second we climb in, I start it up, speed out of the parking lot and head towards her and Kayden’s 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!”
We've seen enough of these bogus fifteen minutes of fame stories to know to only take them with a grain of salt. But because of the damn picture of Kayden and this new upcoming model Nadia, who've I've now nicknamed twatwaffle bitchface, Savannah is convinced it just might be true. I've reminded her over and over that he takes pictures with girls all the time. It means nothing. It's just a story to get her face on magazines. With Logan, I knew right away he was a douchebag. But with Kayden, he has proven time and time again he's the real deal. I believe he is innocent. Sadly, Savannah doesn't.
Breaking down, Savannah begins sobbing in the passenger seat as she buries her face in her hands. “I’m so scared Brooklyn. I don’t know what I’ll do if the story is true. I barely recovered after Logan did this to me. I know I won’t if Kayden betrayed me too. I love him with everything in me.”
“You need to talk to Kayden before you do anything rash Savannah,” I tell her sternly. I feel bad yelling at her, but she needs to open her eyes and think clearly not with emotion. Because I, for one, don’t believe this shit for a single second. I will track this bitch down and beat the truth out of her if need be.
“You’re right; I’ll talk to him as soon as he gets home tonight.”
Savannah and I sat on her couch stuffing our faces until Kayden got home from work. I tried the entire time to talk some sense into her, but she is so confused about everything because of how badly Logan fucked her over. That douchebag has scared her for life, thanks to him being the biggest man-whore in all of Los Angeles.
As soon as Kayden walked through the door, I could tell he already knew about the article. He looked raging fucking mad. I don’t blame him. People are messing with his life and hurting Savannah in the process. All for five minutes of fame?
I left them to have some privacy and sat out on the deck overlooking the ocean. Not long after, Savannah came bursting out onto the deck, slamming the front door behind her.
“Can you book us flights back to Los Angeles, please. I need to get out of here for a few days.” She says between sobs.
Jumping to my feet, I wrap her in my arms, “Sure. Anything you want, bestie. We can go back to the beach house, and I’ll book our flights. So I’m taking it things didn’t go well inside?”
Stepping away from me, Savannah wipes at her teary eyes, “I feel so awful. He was begging me to stay. Pleading with me to stay here by his side and fight the story. He said he’s going to sue her for lying about all of this. I just don’t know what to believe. I told him that, and he threw Logan in my face saying that Logan fucked me up so much that I can’t see when someone is lying to me or telling me the truth! He told me he’s been open and honest with me about everything in his life and now at the first sign of trouble, I’m running away. Before I knew what was happening, I slapped him across the face.”
Giving her a sympathy smile, I rest my hands on my hips and let out a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know what to say, Savannah. I know hitting Kayden wasn’t right. But I also see where you’re coming from. Logan is a sensitive subject. There’s just too much going on right now for you to be able to think rationally. We’ll go back to L.A., hunt this bitch down. Find out the truth. Which I know in my gut, Savannah, Kayden is telling the truth. That man loves you. I knew from the start that Logan was a piece of shit dressed up as prince charming. But Kayden, I can see as plain as day, that man worships the ground you walk on.”
“I hate this. I told Kayden I needed a few days to deal with all of this. Thank you for being here for me.”
“Anytime. What are best friends for? Believe me, if needed, I will break out my can of whoop ass on this bitch. I will find you all the answers you need. Don’t you worry.”
I sent Kayden a text letting him know I'd do my best to help get to the bottom of this. The model was in Paris with Giselle, from what Kayden has told me. The second I heard her name, I knew she had to have something to do with this. She's been determined to steal Kayden from Savannah since they got together. She has a serious obsession with him and has been a major bitch to Savannah since her, and Kayden got together.
Dixon, of course, got pissed at me again because I told him Savannah wants to go to her parents’ house in Los Angeles for a little while to try and clear her head and hopefully track down Nadia and Giselle.
I seriously can't catch a break. All of this is happening at the worst possible moment. I love Dixon. I'm afraid all of this will drive him away and back to his man-whoring ways.
After a week of talking to some of my model friends, I found out both Giselle and Nadia are in fact in Los Angeles. One of them gave me her cell number, but she has sent all my calls straight to voice mail and refused to return any of them.
No shocker there. The home-wrecking tramp can’t face us and tell us the truth about what happened. She’d rather destroy other people’s lives just to help a friend.
I'm hoping fate will finally be on our side and help us find the answers Savannah needs so, she and Kayden can move on with their lives together. After talking with her a few days after the article went live, Savannah agreed she thought it all sounds fishy. But until she hears from Nadia herself, she can't go back to Texas.
Jax and Dixon both texted me letting me know Kayden is trying to keep it together and give Savannah the space she needs, but he looks like shit after baking in the hot Texas sun all day.
He's been texting her every single day telling her he loves her and that none of the accusations are true. I hate seeing two people I care about hurting because of someone else’s selfishness.
Savannah and I are just leaving the set of As the Days Go By when my phone starts vibrating in my back pocket. I still have my ringer off so have no idea who it could be. Pulling my phone out, a small smile stretches across my face when I see it’s a text from Xander. Even though we’re keeping things platonic, we still catch up here and there. I love hearing about his life on the road as a rock star. He’s going to be famous one day I know it.
Xander:
R U in LA?
I quickly type back a reply as I climb into Savannah’s mother’s car that we’re using while here. Savannah shifts it into reverse and heads towards Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. We have a lunch date with Reagan before going home and getting ready to go out to Vertigo tonight.
Me:
Sure am! I’m heading to lunch now then Vertigo tonight 4 some drinks & dancing. U in the city of Angels 2??
Xander:
Sure am. We have a concert here tomorrow at the House of Blues. I didn't know if you wanted me to set a ticket aside 4 u?
I text him back telling him ‘hell yes!’ Before letting him know we were almost to the café so I’d text him later on tonight to get all the details.