“Hey saucypants,” she said, over-exaggerating her saccharine tone.
“Um, hi.” My awkward reply received a giggle from Stacey.
“Whatcha need?” Concern laced her voice.
“I’m in the hospital, and Rebel hasn’t been answering,” I started saying.
“Oh my god!” I heard her screaming in the background. “Rebel, get the fuck up! Coen is in the hospital! Get the hell up, babes!”
“Stacey, calm the hell down. You’re going to freak her out,” I chastised, worried about my girlfriend’s health. Girlfriend. Was she my girlfriend? We’d never really had a label discussion.
“How could she ignore you? You’re hurt, and oh my god, are you okay?” Her constant fearful squeals echoed in my ears.
“Stace. I’m fine.” My commanding voice finally settled her.
“Which hospital?”
“Sunny Ridge General,” I muttered.
“California?” she grumbled.
“Yeah, just stay home and let Red know I miss her. And please tell her I need to hear her voice. I realize she’s scared about he-who-must-not-be-named, but I fucking miss my woman.” I groaned, realizing how hurt I felt from the space she kept between us.
“Aw, caveman misses his lady,” she cooed. “Rebel you’re such a cuntcake. Poor Coen misses you.”
“Stace, really, don’t call her that.”
“She calls me worse shit all the time,” Stace argued as if that made it all better.
“I’ve got to go, Stace. Handle your shit,” I jested, hanging up before she could argue with me.
My knee hurt like a mother fucker, and I’d be out of commission for at least three months. Robert let me know almost immediately that I’d lost my contract and sponsorship. They gave it to the newbie asshole who had been after my job for a while.
The irony of Robert forcing me to take this long job and then telling me I lost everything with Fox Motorsports sparked anger inside of me. I absolutely had known something was wrong, and now, he'd shown his colors. They were fucking black with a glow of green and full of greed, and it very well could ruin my career.
A beep sounded out to my left.
Dude, WTF. Why didn’t you tell me?
Yeah, I hadn't told Conor. He'd be pissed.
Another ring, a call from Rebel this time.
“Hey, princess,” I cooed.
“Coen, I’m so sorry. I haven’t left my bed. I’m terrified to even leave my house.”
Best not be ignoring me, asshole. Another from Conor.
“It’s okay, I’ll be okay.” I tried my best to console her. “I’ve got to go, the doc is here.”
“I love you,” her soft voice full of regret.
“I love you too, princess.” She hung up, no goodbye included.
I played her first response in my head again. That dude really fucked with her head, and not flying out to see her burned even hotter in my mind.
Before I could respond to Conor, my doctor came in.
“Mr. Kidd, we need to discuss surgery for your damaged meniscus. You have a severe tear and a dislocation of your patella…”
My doctor droned on about all the damage and years of abuse I’d taken to my knees, but all I could think about was the fireball redheaded woman who wasn’t here.
“We’re going to insert an arthroscope into your…”
I cringed at the little information I’d soaked up, only absorbing that it’d be a long journey to recovery.
“Mr. Kidd? Mr. Kidd? How would you like to proceed?”
“Let’s get this shit over with,” I responded. I ground my teeth, acting as if this weren’t the most life-changing surgery I’d ever have. . Sometimes you just needed to relive being a kid, and I inwardly laughed. “Can you do root beer for the anesthesia?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I’m ready.”
“Ma’am, he’s asleep. Please don’t disturb him,” I distinctly hear a small woman’s voice. There were more muffled sounds and a beeping faintly above me.
“He’s my husband.” Her stupid whiny fucking voice grated in my ears. Fuck. What the hell was Felicity doing here? Why would she ever lie and say we were married? Why would they believe her?
Can I pass out now? My body begged for sleep, for any type of rest. I’d just had surgery for my gnarly accident.
I tried opening my eyes, but they felt so goddamn heavy from the anesthesia. A hand touched me. Fingers trailed my torso, feeling like little jackknives to my skin. They weren’t welcome, yet they kept touching my flaming skin.
My eyes finally peeked past my lids. I still felt groggy.
“Stop fucking touching me,” I growled out, knowing the whore was doing something wrong.
“Oh, baby, you are okay! Oh my goodness, I was so scared!” Her high-octave voice made me pinch my eyes shut again.
Why did my head hurt so badly? Water, I needed water.
“Shut the fuck up, Felicity,” I groaned, straining to grab my throbbing head. Her voice used to make me smile, and now, her voice made me extremely annoyed.
“You poor baby.” She started with more touching I didn’t want. “I missed you so much.” Her sickly-sweet tone dripping with a hidden meaning I couldn’t grasp, only making me more nervous for her intentions. Her unsolicited hands grabbed at my face. “The baby is doing well,” she cooed, straddling my lap.
“Get off of me,” I groaned. I tried pushing the nurse button, but my limbs were heavy with the medication. “Nurse!” I called out.
My body froze, tense as I realized she was trying getting a reaction out of my dick. I might be a man, but she no longer turned me on.
Flash, flash, click, click. I raised my eyebrows. What the hell was she doing?
“Are you taking photos of me?” my jaw tightened as I ground my teeth together, bringing another painful sensation. I couldn’t muster the strength to push her off of me.
This couldn’t end up well, no matter the direction she desired to take it. Fuck! My stomach tightened. “Get the fuck off of me before I push you off.”
She leaned toward me. Her once sweet hibiscus scent now vomit inducing wafted through my nostrils and caused me to gag. Her lips touch mine, and another click and flash streamed out.
I couldn’t handle her abuse. I pushed her off. “Get out!” I reached for the nurse button again, but she was quicker.
“Not too fast, sugar. Haven’t gotten all that I need.”
“Haven’t you already done enough?” My blood boiled.
Felicity was never up to any good. She climbed awkwardly on my lap once again, I scrambled to push her off again as she grinded her hips in me, “That’s right, baby. Just like you like it,” she moaned with a smile.
“Nurse!” I yelled again. I shoved, and she fell flat on her ass, remote now available to be pressed. I clicked it several times until an attendee came in.
“Are you okay, sir?” she asked, concern etched all over her face.
“This woman attacked me. Get her out of here!”
Felicity was bound to stir shit up. She had to have taken photos. No doubt she would send them to Red. Fuck! I gripped my head which still pounded excruciatingly.