Page 20 of Risking it All

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Sawyer

It was a natural instinct for me to wake up early. Even after I had been up fucking and eating pussy and ass for half the night, my eyes popped open before the crack of dawn. The void I felt told me that I was alone, although I was still in Iris’s room.

The first thing I did was roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand. Chris had called me twice, and I had a missed call from Derrick. I didn’t have time for either of them at the moment. As capable as my team was, they had become reliant on having me micromanage their every move. I admit that it was mostly my fault since I was always on them, but damn, I couldn’t even spend the night getting pussy without them on my line.

I sat up on the side of the bed and noticed the words thank you scribbled on hotel stationery. Well, I’d be damned. I had been thanked for my services before but never on a notepad from my own business establishment. I smiled in spite of myself as I picked up the note. I turned around and pulled the sheets back in search of my boxers. Once I spotted them, I grabbed them and tugged them on before I plopped down on the bed to unfold the note.

Sawyer, thank you for the perfect night. It meant more than you could ever know. For just a little while, I got to forget about what was waiting for me outside of this place. Thank you for making my last night one of the best I’ve ever had.

Z

Z? The smile on my face disappeared as I tried to decode her cryptic letter. Who the hell was Z, and what did she mean by her last night? Instead of beating my head up about what she could possibly have meant, I stood up and finished getting dressed. I noticed that her overnight bag was still on the couch. Even her heels were still near the door where she kicked them off last night. Why leave a note if she was still here? I couldn’t make sense of it, but I had to pee like a bitch. I was headed out, but I decided to use the bathroom in her room before I headed up to my own suite. I swung the bathroom door, and my legs almost gave out when I spotted her naked body slumped over in the tub, halfway submerged in water.

“Iris!” I shouted as I rushed over to the side of the tub.

Two orange prescription bottles lay on the floor next to the tub as the words from her letter came flooding back into my mind. Thank you for making my last night the best I’ve ever had.

“No, no, no, baby, what did you do?”

Both the water and her body were still warm as I lifted her out of the tub and laid her body on the floor. Thank God Nicholas made us take CPR every other year, or else I wouldn’t have known what the hell to do. Once I had her on the floor, I checked her pulse. I could barely feel it, but it was there. Since she was breathing, I started chest compressions, hoping to keep her heart pumping long enough to save her.

“Come on, Iris, baby. Don’t do this to me,” I begged as I continued to press down on her chest.

After a few rounds, I checked her pulse again, and thankfully, it felt stronger. That made me feel comfortable enough to take my hands off her. I turned and picked up the pill bottles scattered on the floor. I recognized one of the names from my own prescriptions. I’d been taking an antidepressant since I was a teenager. The other was an opioid. I tore my phone back out of my pocket and called Chris back.

“It’s about time you call me back. What if I⁠—”

“Bring Narcan to room 726.”

“What the fuck, Saw? Do you need me to call 911?”

“Bring your ass to 726 now!” I barked.

I threw my phone, lifted Iris’s head, and shoved my fingers down her throat, hoping to make her throw up. She gagged weakly, and I rolled her over onto her side, hoping to help facilitate her empty her stomach. Too many minutes later, I heard pounding on the door. Reluctantly, I left her side long enough to let Chris in the room.

“What the fuck, Sawyer?” he asked.

I didn’t have time to talk, so I snatched the vial from his hand and rushed back to the bathroom.

“Stay with me, mama. Please don’t do this to me,” I urged, holding her head still. I administered the contents of the container, making sure she inhaled it all. She gasped and coughed hard as her eyes popped open. She looked around the bathroom wildly but didn’t speak.

“What did she take, sir?”

I didn’t notice paramedics coming into the room until they were pulling me away from her and getting on the floor.

“I don’t know. These, I guess. I found these bottles on the floor,” I said, holding up the pill bottles as they crowded around her and went to work.

Suddenly, I was aware of Iris’s nakedness. I snatched a towel down from the rack.

“Cover her the fuck up!” I ordered, shoving the towel between them. I hated to see her lying there helpless and naked in front of a room full of men.

“We got it, sir. Let us make sure she’s stable first.”

“I don’t want to hear that shit. Cover her the fuck up.”

One of them took the towel and draped it over her naked breasts as they continued to work. Standing to my full height, I put my hands on my head, pacing back and forth as I wondered what the hell was going on right now.