Letting Go

by C.J. Baty

Letting Go - C.J. Baty - The Knight's Club
Editions:Kindle - First Edition: $ 2.99
Pages: 93

Calypso knew he looked good. He loved bright colors, makeup, and most of all, high heels. The higher the better. The sassy mouth and self-assured man he presented to the outside world wasn’t how he felt on the inside. At the Knights Club he hide the self-doubt and depression. Until, Benedict Hart walked in bringing all his old demons back to life.

Benedict Hart was a high-priced gigolo. It’s not what he started out in life to do but it paid the bills. Meeting Calypso at the Knights Club turned his world upside down. The man was sexy, smart mouthed and completely sure of himself. He made Benedict want things he hadn’t thought about in years. Losing a dear friend spurs him into action, but will his past get in their way?

The Knights Club hosts a group of characters diverse in every way, but they are family. Xavier Knight watches over them as if they were his children. And, like most families, things don’t always run smoothly.

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Excerpt:

Thirsty. He was so damned thirsty. When had he walked through the desert and swallowed half of it? The other thing he noticed before he opened his eyes was it didn’t hurt quite as bad to move. Opening them slowly, the first thing he saw was the sunshine pouring in the window.

He blinked several times to adjust his vision. There was a buzzing noise filling the room and a rhythmic beat coming from one of the machines beside the bed.

A hospital room. He was in a hospital room. His left leg felt heavy and his lower back hurt, but there was no shooting pain like before. Had he dreamed that? No, there was no way he had dreamed that pain or the feel of Ben’s hand. Wait. Ben. No one was holding his hand now. He turned toward the sound of a door being pushed open.

“Well, damn. It figures you’d finally wake up when I stepped out to get a cup of coffee,” Ben said as he leaned over the bed to kiss Calypso on his forehead.

“How do you feel?”

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“Thirsty,” Calypso answered but his voice sounded rough.

“Hold on. I’ll buzz the nurse and maybe they can bring you something,” Ben said pushing the button on the side of the bed.

A young black woman wearing scrubs appeared in just a few moments. She took Calypso’s vitals, carefully lifting his arm and listening to his heart. She smiled at him.

“Thirsty,” Calypso repeated.

“I know, honey. I’m going to get you some ice chips and see what the doctor thinks you might be able to handle,” she said patting his arm gently.

“My dick hurts,” Calypso stated.

She laughed, “That would be the catheter. Your kidneys are bruised. It was necessary while you were unconscious.”

“I’ll let the doctor know he’s awake,” she said to Ben before she left the room.

It was only a few minutes until she came back with a cup of crushed ice and a can of 7up.

“Let him chew on the ice for a while. If it stays down and he’s still thirsty he can have the soda,” she told Ben. Then asked Calypso, “Want to sit up?”

He nodded, and she pushed several buttons until he was able to look at Ben sitting in the chair beside the bed.

She whispered to Calypso before she left, “He’s a keeper. Whatever you do don’t let go of this one. He hasn’t left your side in days.”

Days? Calypso thought to himself as Ben spooned the ice into his mouth.

“Days?”

“It’s Tuesday. Eddie and Mitch Singleton jumped you on Friday night.”

Calypso raised his hand to his temple and felt the bandage there. He stared at Ben. Memories came rushing back but they were all jumbled together, and it made him dizzy to think so much. He shut his eyes to stop the room from moving.

“You have a mild concussion. The doctor kept you sedated to help your body heal and to keep you from moving. You probably have a sore throat from all the screaming and cussing you were doing when they first brought you in. That was probably another reason they put you out.” Ben laughed and kissed his hand playfully.

Calypso was feeling a little better with some fluid in him and even though his throat was sore, he had so many questions.

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About the Author

CJ Baty lives with her very patient husband and two encouraging adult children. The recent move to include a second home in Tennessee has fulfilled one of her life long dreams. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.

The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to Fan Fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected. Publishing her own stories has been a highlight in her life. It just goes to prove, you are never too old to follow your dreams!


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