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I rip him off the table
he fell back onto. Blood is pouring out of his nose, and the corner of his
mouth. Spitting some of it onto the floor, and wiping the rest away onto his
shirt, Shayne stares me down. He throws another punch, this time connecting
with my jaw. Instantly pain courses through my nerves and into my ear.
Massaging my mouth, I flash him a small smile, “Come on Shayne, I know you can
hit better than that!”
    From
somewhere behind us, I can hear Savannah and Brooklyn screaming at us to stop,
but right now my entire focus is on the piece of shit who fucked her. I know it
was before us, but it still pisses me off that he continues to pursue her.
    The
next few seconds go by in a blur; we end up on the floor, each taking punch for
punch. The entire VIP area has formed a circle around us, and I know for a fact
this shit is going to be viral within the hour, but I don’t give a flying fuck
at the moment.
    I
feel a pair of hands pulling me off Shayne; I spin around to find one of my
bouncers dragging me away from him. Another pulls Shayne off of the ground and
escorts him out of the VIP area.
    Looking
around the crowd, I no longer see Savannah anywhere. Now that the show is over,
the crowd slowly returns to their tables; looking up, I spot Dixon and Braxton
making their way towards me, I wipe my mouth and stain my ripped white t-shirt with
blood.
    “What
the fuck was that!?” Dixon screams at me as security follows us to my office.
    Giving
him a, don’t fuck with me look, I ignore him and stalk towards my office
door. My head is too fucked up to process all this shit right now.
    I
can hear Braxton and Dixon talking behind me as we push our way through the
crowd on the dance floor. The sound of Britney Spears and Will-I-Am bumping out
of the speakers makes my head pound instantly.
    Memories
of Savannah dancing to this song play in my mind like a movie. Swaying her hips
to Scream and Shout , she climbed onto the stripper pole in our limo and
gave me the show of my life. Never was I so consumed with desire for a woman.
Ever since our first night together, I’ve been addicted to her taste, her
touch, I am like an addict who needs his next fix.
    I
can’t blame Shayne for wanting her…Fuck; any man with half a brain would want
her. The fact that someone I’ve known for so long is the person trying to take
her away from me is more than I can take.

Chapter Three
    Savannah
    Exiting
the club with Brooklyn not far behind me, I try to clear my mind of the crap
bouncing around inside my head. My ears are ringing from the loud music, and my
heart is pounding profusely against my chest from what just transpired in there.
It’s taking everything in me not to turn around and kick Shayne’s ass myself.
It was not his place to divulge our past indiscretion to Kayden. The shock and
hurt in Kayden’s eyes, as Shayne said all those details about our night together
last Halloween, killed me.
    I
had to get out of there ! Seeing Kayden covered
in blood, and knowing this entire thing is my fault, is making me wish I’d
never come to Vegas.
    The
sound of Brooklyn’s heels smacking off of the marble floor snap me out of my fog,
“Savannah! Friggin’ A! Will you slow down? These heels weren’t exactly made for
running!” Brooklyn huffs at me, grabbing my arm and squeezing it until it hurts,
she slows me down.
    “Sorry
B; I just needed to get the hell outta there. Coming to Vegas was not a good
idea. Allowing Shayne to take that shot off of me last night was a huge
mistake! I can’t get a freakin’ break. My life is nothing but one big train
wreck.”
    My
body is betraying me as a single tear escapes and falls off my cheek onto the
floor. My entire body is humming as anger, sadness and frustration consumeme. I’m completely numb. 
    People
are coming and going through the hotel and staring at me as I make my way
towards the elevators. I bet they are none too shocked at my appearance…this is Vegas. Here people go crazy and