Fighting His Love

Secrets Come Out

**Savannah's POV**

I wake up and sit up quickly, which was a big mistake because my head starts pounding. I take a look around and I see that I am in a hotel room. The penthouse I think. Looking out the floor to ceiling windows on the right, I see the tops of other buildings around. How did I get here? Why am I here? I try to remember anything useful, but I keep coming up blank. I lay back down, and let my throbbing head rest against the pillows and think. 

I remember getting dressed, then heading out the door. I ran into Damon, he wanted to see me in case I bailed on him again. I remember trying on dresses and buying the ones he didn't like. I had steak. He was staring at me. Oh my gosh. 

I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the side, I went to open the bedroom door, but stopped when I heard shouting. 

"I knew you were cheating on me, I f*****g knew it!" A woman screamed. 

"Oh shut up, Daniela. I never cheated on you. You were the w***e in this marriage not me!" I heard Damon's voice shout louder. "Now, keep your voice down, she's resting."

The woman laughed and I could hear her heels clacking around in the other room. I wanted to get out of there, but the only way out was through them and I had a feeling my presence would make things a lot worse. 

"Oh God forbid, I wake up your little w***e!" The woman's voice boomed again. 

I heard something smash against a wall and shatter. A vase perhaps. "You are trying my patience, woman. Now get out!"

"And you are trying mine, husband." She yelled back. 

After a few moments I heard a door open and slam shut. Damon's foot steps came closer and closer to the door so I sat on the bed and waited. When he came through, his eyes met mine and he looked defeated. He came into the room and leaned against the wall, never taking his eyes off me. 

"How are you feeling?" He whispered. His voice was so soft, not like before. 

I took a few moments to really think about how to answer. I felt like crap. My head hurts, I feel sick, and weak. I also feel really angry. So this whole time he has been hitting on me, kissing me, he has been married! He is no different than Bryson. 

"Savannah?" He asked. Eyeing me, probably wondering if I am crazy since I have just been staring at him this whole time. But to be fair all he has done is stare back. "Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath and threw myself back onto the bed. "You're married." It wasn't a question. It was a fact. 

"Yes." He simply said. "Not for long though." I sat up on my elbows and looked at him. His body was tense, but he was trying to seem relaxed. "We sign divorce papers in two weeks. She keeps rescheduling, which is driving me crazy. She is trying to find time to somehow get out of the prenup she signed. Since she had affairs, she isn't entitled to anything from me."

Affairs? Plural as in more than one? That really sucks. I sat up and then stood up, having to grab the bed post to steady myself. He started to walk towards me, but I put my hand up. "I'm fine." I took a few deep breaths and then finally looked at him. He was now standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. "You kissed me, and you're married." I whispered. I was still amazed at the audacity. "You told me yesterday that you have been in love with me for ten years, but you are married." I laughed at the irony. "I was married to a cheater, and now one says he is in love with me."

His eyes grew cold and angry. "I'm not a cheater. Even when I was a bit of a man w***e in high school, when I was in a relationship I never looked at another girl." A small smile was playing on his lips. "Well that was a lie, I always looked at you."

I rolled my eyes. "You kissed me, that makes you a cheater."

"Daniela and I were already separated." He shrugged. 

I shrugged back. "You were still married. Separated is not divorced."

He took a deep breath in annoyance. "Well, I am sorry that I made you feel like I am a cheater, but I swear throughout my marriage I was 100% faithful."

"Not emotionally faithful." I pointed out. "You can't be married but be in love with me for ten years, and you say you've been looking for me? Why would you be looking for another woman while married?"

Damon smiled and shook his head. He looked at the floor and then back up to me. "You're right, I suppose. It was wrong of me to date Daniela and then marry her when I was still in love with you. It was more wrong to continue to look for you even after I was married. I guess I just wanted to see if you were happy and loved." He laughed a deep laugh. "Though I have to admit, if I did find you I couldn't lie and say I wouldn't have had gotten a divorce just to have a chance with you."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't bully someone you love."

His jaw clenched and he walked closer until his face was just inches from mine. His cologne filled my nose, and I could feel his body heat radiating off of him in waves. "I never mistreated you." He growled. 

"You had everyone else do it for you." I snapped back. 

He grabbed my face in both his hands and looked dead in my eyes. "I never mistreated you, or had anyone do it for me. I told everyone to leave you alone, but they wouldn't. I really tried. Even after I told your brother how I felt about you, I thought he would be happy since we were best friends and he knew I was a good guy deep down. But instead he was furious and he started to fight me. I never hit him back though, I only tried to dodge and protect myself."

I felt sick all over again. I didn't know if I could trust Damon, and definitely cannot trust him over Elliot. Then again, why was Elliot always so adamant about me staying away from him. After they fought in high school, and word got around that Damon lost his shot at a football scholarship, I wanted to apologize, but Elliot told me never to speak to him. I thought he was protecting me since he said he was the one who got everyone to bully me, but maybe I was wrong. It was surprising at first, being told that Damon was the cause of all the torment I endured. He was never mean to me, and even made me laugh sometimes when he would visit. But then again, it didn't make sense that someone like him would be nice to me. I was only sixteen when I found out my crush was the reason for everyone bullying me, I immediately was hurt and angry. I felt stupid and naïve, and also had no reason to question what my brother said. 

"Savannah?" Damon whispered as he rubbed my cheek. 

"I need to go." I said as I tried to walk passed him. Damon wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back to him. I shrugged him off and stepped away. "You said what you had to, now please give me my space as you promised."

He looked hurt, and disappointed, but he put his hands up in surrender. "I'll give you your space. Reach out to me when you are ready. There is a car out front with your shopping bags, I'll alert my driver to take you wherever you want to go."

I nodded and left his hotel. Once outside, a man was standing by a car and waved to me. "Miss Savannah?"

"Uh, yes that's me." I answered. 

He politely opened my door, and I was settled by the time he got in the drivers seat. I gave him my address and looked out the window to watch the city go by. I never imagined I would stay in the same place forever, but here was home. When I left for college, I couldn't wait to be back. Now that I am here, and so much drama has been happening, I feel like running away from it all. New York has always been the perfect place in my eyes. The lights, the busyness, the people. The way the streets looks during the holidays. I don't think I could ever imagine life anywhere else. 

Before I knew it, the driver announced we were at my apartment. I thanked him and gathered my things and went into my building. I rode the elevator alone, and when I checked my watch I saw that is was already 4:30pm. I had just a little over an hour to get ready for dinner with Santi. I didn't even feel much like going, but I didn't want to be rude and cancel last minute. 

I got inside my apartment and went to dump my bags on my bed. I quickly ran into the bathroom, stripped, and showered. Once out I let my hair air dry as I tried to find what to wear. There was a few dresses I bought for tonight, but wasn't sure which to wear. I guess you could never go wrong with the little black dress. I can wait until he gets here to see what he is wearing so I know if I should wear flats or heels. 

I put on the black dress I set aside. It was a spaghetti strap dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was body hugging and stopped mid thigh. I'm pretty sure if my butt and thighs weren't so big, it would reach just above my knees. My hair was almost dry so I decided to give it a quick blow out with my 2 in 1 styler. Basically its a brush and a hairdryer. The barrel is huge so it adds a lot of volume to my hair. After about thirty minutes my hair is done. I sit on my vanity and go for a simple look. Winged eyeliner, mascara, a little blush and lip gloss. 

I went in my closet to find which shoes I would wear. I pulled out my back flats that were open toed and had a band around the ankle, and my 4 inch high heels. The heel is a little thicker, they are closed toed and have a platform to add some height. I hope I can wear the flats, I haven't walked in high heels like that in so long, I might hurt myself. 

My doorbell brought me out of my thoughts, and the butterflies started to fly around in my stomach. I don't know why I was so nervous. Its dinner with a friend. Nothing more. Just dinner. I checked my reflection and saw that I looked pretty damn good. 

I went to open the door, but stopped when my phone rang. "One sec." I yelled. I quickly checked my phone and saw that it was Santi. I laughed and answered. "I'm coming. I'm coming."

"What?" His confused voice filled my ears. "I was just calling to tell you I am running a little late."

"Yea right." I giggled.

He laughed too. "Why is my being late funny?"

I was so confused. "If you're running late, then whose at my door?" I whispered. But sadly I think I already knew the answer. I went to check the peep hole and there he was. Damon. "Damon?" I groaned. Why did he have to show up now? "I'll call you back."

"Savannah, don't open the door." Santiago's voice was serious and rough. "I'll be there in five minutes just wait." 

"It's fine, I'll see you when you get here."

"Don't hang up!" He yelled through the phone. 

I rolled my eyes and told him to calm down and that I will be fine. I hung up and answered the door. "What are you doing here?"

Damon's eyes raked over my body, and I instantly felt like he was stripping me with his eyes. "You look beautiful." He whispered. He took a step forward, but I put my hand up to stop him. 

"Damon, now is not a good time." I said and started to try and close the door. He stopped it with his foot, and I slowly opened it a little. "What?"

"Date?" His voice was deep and agitated.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Yes, I have a date."

He pushed open the door further with his hand and  stepped inside. "With your cop boyfriend?"

I shook my head in confusion. "What do you mean?" He closed my front door and locked it. "Damon, please leave."

He walked further into my apartment and sat on my couch as he looked up and down my body again. "You really do look beautiful. I have to say, I am actually really happy you brought that dress, but disappointed you brought it for him." 

"How did you know Santiago is a cop?" I questioned. "Are you stalking me or something?"

Damon laughed deep and loud. "No." He shook his head. He crossed one leg over another, and leaned back. He was really starting to annoy me with how comfortable he was getting in my home. "After you left the hotel, I went to my office building just a few blocks away. Officer Cruz decided to show up with a couple of his cop buddies, in uniform, to tell me it would be wise to stay away from you." He chuckled a little. "I don't take too kind to threats, but I am more upset that he caused a bit of a scene in my workplace. Imagine three officers coming into your office, all looking like they are about to apprehend a murderer or something. My employees saw how hostile they were to me and some even suggested I file a complaint."

"Please, don't." I begged. "Santi meant well, he doesn't know you apologized. I asked him to help me file a report after you sent me those emails, but I was 100% clear that I did not want him to do anything else. He was not supposed to go to you like that."

Damon looked angry, but was trying to hide it. He wasn't doing a very good job. "Is he who you want?" I looked at him confused. "Officer Cruz. Is he the man you want to be with?"

I took a deep breath and sat in the arm chair across from him. I wanted to cross my legs, but thought it would be better not to give him any sort of view. "Damon-"

"I love the way my name sounds coming out of your lips." He whispered. He licked his lips slowly and groaned. "I wonder what it would sound like if you moaned my name."

"DAMON!" I yelled. How could he make everything so dirty! "As I was trying to say, I don't want anyone. I don't want to be with anyone. Not Santi, not you. I just got divorced, I don't want anything serious right now."

There was a loud banging on my door. "SAVANNAH! SAVANNAH! OPEN THE DOOR! SAVANNAH ARE YOU OKAY!!" Santi was yelling on the other side. 

I stood up to answer it, and saw that Damon made no move to leave. I opened the door and Santi pushed past me. When he saw Damon sitting on the couch, brushing off non existent lint from his chest, he was furious. 

"Ah, officer Cruz." Damon said cheerfully, still not moving. He looked like he belonged on my couch, in my home. "Fancy seeing you here. You look so different out of uniform, and without your hand on your gun."

My stomach tightened at his words. Santi had his hand on his gun when he threatened Damon? Why would he do something I specifically told him I did not want. "LEAVE." Santiago yelled. 

A smile spread across Damon's face. "When she tells me to."

Both men looked at me. Searching for an answer. Waiting.