Page 62 of Mercy
Turning around she walks back to the door and leaves me standing with my mouth open and my cock stiff. She turns her head back to me and winks at me before walking back through the door. I watch her disappear and shake my head as I walk around to the driver’s side and get in, preparing to see my son.
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I walk into the On-Call Room, and Xander comes over to me as I walk through the door.
“Don’t you have anywhere else to drink?” He smirks at me.
“I should find another place, this bar is owned by an asshole.”
He laughs and slaps me on the back, “What can I get you?”
“Whatever is on tap is fine. I’ll grab a table, I’m meeting Nash here but he’s always late.”
“I’ll send my waitress over shortly.”
Walking past the hostess stand I find an empty booth and take a seat.
A redhead walks over and hands me my beer, “Your beer, doctor,” she drawls seductively as she sits the glass on the table. “Can I get you anything else?” she asks.
“No, my son can order when he gets here.”
She nods and touches my hand, “If there’s anything you need, please let me know.”
“All of my other needs are provided to me by my girlfriend, thank you,” I say as I retract my hand from hers.
“Of course,” she says as she walks away.
I wait for about ten minutes before Nash walks through the door looking like absolute hell on legs.
Twenty-Two
LIAM
His hair is disheveled,he hasn’t shaved in at least a week, and he’s shaky as he sits in the booth across from me.
“Nash, what the fuck?”
He averts his gaze; he won’t even look at me.
The waitress comes over and he looks her up and down like she’s a slab of meat.
“What can I get you?” She smiles at him.
“I’m in the mood for a redheaded slut. Know of any?”
“Jesus, Nash. Just get him a beer,” I say with a bite.
He taps his fingers on the table as if he’s nervous.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“I need money, dad.”
I swear, that’s all he wants to see me for anymore. “For what?”
He rubs his face with both hands, “Stuff.”
I pull out my wallet, it’s business as usual with this kid, “How much this time?”
