Save Me: A TAT Novella by Melanie Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

me, before looking back at the door. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
     
    He just nods and Carrie bows her head, defeated and leaves the room.
     
    Just us now…
     
    I sit there in a comfortable, but worried silence. My arms are folded over my chest and I make it clear I’ll kick it all night if I gotta, until he is ready to talk or whatever. I do as him, stare out the window knowing what it looks like down there.
     
    “There are fans fucking everywhere, down the block and across the street.” I say. I don’t know why I chose to tell him, but I’m glad I did because an almost smile comes over his face.
     
    “Press conference go okay?” He asks and I nod, but still say yeah. Don’t know why I’m who he wants if we are gonna talk about work…kinda more Cal’s thing. Right now I could care less about work, but Cal, even in the midst of devastation, Cal was built to fight for the dream.
     
    It’s silent again and I’m okay with that. Maybe I’m the easiest one to be around. Carrie and Chad, are both equally tattered over this, Cal would be like an ADHD kid without his meds if he had stuck around…I’m the chill one.
     
    So we sit, looking out the window, listening to the blood pressure cuff as it goes off every twenty minutes. We sit as nurses come in and check the machines and mark their charts, making sure he is okay.
     
    It’s one nurse though, she must have been new because she comes in- in bright pink scrubs with fucking Hello Kitty on them. She is smiling like it’s fucking Christmas, and asking us how we are. “My name is Tiffany, I’m just here to pop in and make sure you aren’t hungry or thirsty.” She is looking at us both with big smiles, Noah is ignoring her bright and bubbly stare, and I see sweet Tiffany keep that smile in place before looking at me.
     
    I am holding back the laughter at this sweet pea trying to bring a positive vibe, because she isn’t picking up the fact this room is dark and that darkness isn’t going away anytime soon. She is still staring at me, like those creepy marionettes that smile like serial killers, and it’s getting disturbing. I shift and break the eye contact, and lean forward. “I think he’s okay hun.” I keep my voice down and look to Noah hoping she’ll get the hint he doesn’t want her here.
     
    But Tiffany isn’t catching on and damn it, but this little thing probably hasn’t read the chart to know what he has been through, and that in and out is the ticket for patient Beckett. “Awe, c’mon not even an ice cold apple juice?” She says in that sickly sweet voice that couldn’t be fake if she tried. No, this girl was all sugar and not a speck of spice. Almost felt bad for her.
     
    Almost.
     
    But my boy needed to see there was still some life inside of him and I hoped like fuck this never got back to Cassa. I let the swagger of wealth and attention take over and looked at little Hello Kitty Tiff, and winked before licking my lips and stared her down, lust and nasty hard core fucking in my eyes. She went pale and dropped the smile.
     
    Poor girl didn’t know what or who I was and was in no way equipped to handle it. I was about to make it worse. “How about you come over here pretty thing, sit on my lap and tell me more about this ice cold juice.”
     
    I wink again for good measure. Noah heard that tone of voice, the same one I used for the two years I was without Sass, on any groupie willing to suck my dick. He looked shocked out of his mind.
     
    Good, fucker needed to remember there were still good times.
     
    “Um…its, uh, juice.” She says stumbling over her words and it’s taking everything for me to not bust up laughing.
     
    I moan slightly and lean back, dropping my ankle over my knee and adjust myself… lingering between my legs. “Mmmm, I love juice, but I like it hot and wet. Think you could get me some hot, wet juice Tiffany?”
     
    She is such a dark pink; that even her scrubs blend in with her blush,