Stuck-Up Suit by Vi Keeland
“What’s your name?” Chloe climbed up on her chair and kneeled. She was sitting directly across from me.
“My name is Soraya. It’s nice to meet you, Chloe.”
“Soraya?”
“That’s right.” First try.
“I love your hair. Mom, I want to do that to my hair.”
Genevieve picked up the menu. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you Graham’s wife?”
“No.”
“Are you his…”
Genevieve again interrupted her curious daughter. “Soraya is Graham’s friend, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you sit down on the chair properly?”
She shrugged. “But I like sitting on my knees. I can reach things better.”
“Sit. If you need something, and you can’t reach it, I’ll get it for you.”
Chloe pouted but planted her butt in the seat properly.
“Do you remember the time we came here after we landed the Donovan account?” Genevieve asked Graham.
“No.” His response was quick. It was clear he remembered but was trying to move her from the subject.
Lowering her eyes to the menu, Genevieve smiled broadly. “That’s too bad. But I’m sure you remember later that evening.”
“Cracker, what are you going to get?”
“I don’t know yet, Chloe. What are you going to get?”
She scrunched up her entire face and held her pointer finger to her nose in deep thought. “The iced hot chocolate.”
“I take it you’ve been here before?”
“I used to come every week after dance with my dad.” Chloe’s face faltered. She directed her next question to me. “Did you know my dad, too, Soraya?”
“Ummm…”
Graham rested his hand on my knee under the table and responded for me. “She didn’t get to meet your dad, Chloe.”
“You know what my dad would get every week?”
“What’s that?”
She wrinkled up her nose like something smelled. “Coffee.”
Graham set down his menu. He hadn’t even taken a look at it. “I’ll have what you’re having, Chloe.”
She smiled so big, I could almost count all her little white teeth. When the waiter came to take our order, I ordered a frozen hot chocolate, too. Genevieve ordered just coffee. He left Chloe a tin can filled with crayons and a paper kids menu for coloring. She immediately set to work.
“What’s your favorite color, Cracker?”
“Blue.” Graham’s eyes narrowed to the tips of my hair. “Yours?”
“Green. I wanted to paint my room green, but mommy said it wasn’t beckoning of a little girl’s room.”
Genevieve chimed in. “Becoming. I said it wasn’t becoming of a little girl’s room.”
Chloe shrugged and went back to coloring.
“So, Soraya. What do you do?” Genevieve asked.
“I work for a columnist. Ask Ida.”
“The relationship column?”
“That’s the one.”
She fake smiled. “I’ll have to remember that, the next time I’m looking for advice.”
I nodded.
“How did you two meet?”
“Graham wrote into the column for relationship advice a few years back.”
“He did?” Genevieve’s eyes went wide.
Although I thoroughly enjoyed her reaction, I figured it was best not to screw with her too much. “I’m just messing with you. We met on the train. Well…sort of. Graham left his phone behind, and I found it.”
“Graham was taking the train?”
“He did that day.”
Graham squeezed my knee.
“Mommy doesn’t take the train. Daddy and I used to take it together!” Chloe announced factually. Speaking of Liam didn’t seem to upset her as I thought it would. She continued coloring and then her pointer finger returned to her nose. It was clear that it was her thinking position, and it was freaking adorable. “Will you come to my birthday party?”
I caught Graham’s face wilt. He hadn’t known when his daughter’s birthday was. There was so much he needed to catch up on.
I responded. “When is your birthday?”
“May 29th.”
“What kind of a party are you having?”
“A princess party. Will you come?”
My eyes flashed to Genevieve for assistance. “Her party is at our summer home in the Hamptons.”
Chloe interjected, “It’s big. You can stay with us.”
“I was actually going to ask Graham if he wanted to join us, Chloe.”
She made it clear the invitation was not a plus one.
Graham didn’t seem to give a shit. “Soraya and I would very much like to attend your birthday party, Chloe. We’ll see if we can make that happen. Thank you for the invitation.”
When it was time to go, I saw in Graham’s eyes he wasn’t ready to leave his daughter yet. His daughter. It still didn’t seem real. Out in front of the restaurant, Chloe gave me a quick squeeze goodbye and then turned to Graham. He crouched down at eye level on the street and spoke to her.
“Is there something special you want for your birthday, sweetheart?”
Her finger went to the tip of her nose while she looked up to the sky. When she looked Graham square in the eyes and delivered her answer, she couldn’t have known the irony of fate. “I want my dad back.”
CHAPTER 22
GRAHAM
IN A MATTER OF WEEKS, I went from Genevieve being a distant memory to her calling on a regular basis and showing up at my office unannounced.
I took off my glasses and scrubbed my hands over my face before pushing the intercom button. “Send her in.”
Genevieve strutted into my office and planted herself on the other side of my desk in a guest chair.
“We need to talk.”
“Is Chloe alright?”
“She’s fine.”
“Then what are you doing here, Genevieve?”
“I just said we need to talk.”
I slipped my glasses back on my face and dug back into the pile of papers on my desk, not looking up when I spoke. “I’m busy. Make an appointment on your way out.”
She sighed loudly but didn’t budge. “Chloe’s birthday party is a family event.”
“And…”
“You should be there.”
“I told you the other night when we spoke that we would attend.”
“She’s not family.”
“Not yet, no.”
Genevieve looked startled. “You can’t be serious? Saying something like that? How long have you known each other? You have a daughter to consider now. As a father figure, you shouldn’t be introducing our daughter to someone who you barely even know. Chloe could get attached.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“You barely even know each other. What’s it been? A month? Two months?”
“I know her better than I ever knew you.”
“We spent nearly three years together.”
“And yet I never knew the woman you were. The things you were capable of.”
“That’s not fair.”
“On the contrary. I think I’ve been exceedingly fair with you. More so than you even deserve. You slept with my best friend, deprived me of my daughter for more than four years, and now you show up at my office unannounced to insult someone who I care deeply about.”
“She’s not right for you.”
“Let me guess. You are?”
“Well…yes. We’re on the same level, Graham.”
“I don’t think so. I would never have fucked Avery.”
She flinched, but recovered quickly, straightening her back as she spoke. “She has a tongue ring. I saw it the other day.”
“Yes. And it feels incredible on my cock.”
Her eyes narrowed. “It won’t last.”
“Get out, Genevieve. I have work to do.”
“I’m just trying to protect my daughter.”
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“That’s what I said.”
“Out.” I pointed to the door.
“Fine.” She stood. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She huffed off.
That night, I took Soraya out to dinner. Now that I’d squared away with Genevieve that Soraya would be with me for Chloe’s party this weekend, the only thing left was convincing Soraya to go with me. She’d already voiced doubts about going. I didn’t broach the subject during our meal, thinking it was better to ply her with good food and wine and make my move later in the evening.
The last hour I’d spent bringing her to orgasm first with my mouth, and then a second time as we made love, me spooning her from behind. When she let out a relaxed and comforted sigh, I decided it was time. Still behind her, I kissed a bare shoulder and molded my body around hers. “It would mean a lot to me if you came with me this weekend.”
“I don’t know, Graham.”
I nuzzled closer. “I need you there with me.”
“You need time with your daughter. And we both know Genevieve doesn’t like me.”
“It’s important to me. I know you have your doubts. I want you to see that we can still work even though things have changed.”
“Graham…”
“Please?” I asked softly.
“Fine.” She sounded defeated, but I didn’t care. I was selfish enough to take it any way I could get it.
“Thank you. I’ll make it worth your while the following weekend. I promise.”
***
IT WAS SOMETHING I’D BEEN THINKING about doing for a while anyway. With all of the changes happening lately, there was no better time than the present to bite the bullet.
When Louis dropped me off at Tig’s tattoo parlor on Eighth Avenue, I was feeling pumped.
Bells chimed when I opened the door. As usual, it smelled like cinnamon incense and tobacco. Bob Marley was playing. Being here somehow oddly reminded me of my college days.
Tig put out his cigarette and greeted me. “Mr. Big Prick! When I saw your name on the appointment list, I nearly shit a brick. What the fuck? Has she finally driven you to lose your mind?”
“You didn’t tell Soraya I was coming, did you?”
“No,” Delia said. “When you called to make the appointment, you made it clear you wanted it to be a surprise, so we won’t ruin it. Right, Tig?”
Tig led me over to the corner seat. “You have an idea what you’re getting?”
“Yes. I know exactly what I want. I actually attempted to sketch it for you.” Taking a piece of paper out of my pocket, I said, “My drawing skills aren’t as good as yours, but it gives you an idea of what I have in mind.”
Tig lit a cigarette and squinted to examine my attempt at tattoo design. “I recognize this.” He chuckled. “Alright. I think we can do even better. Why don’t you lie down.”
I looked up at him as he prepped the needle. “Has she said anything to you about what’s going on with us?”
He blew smoke. “You mean about your baby mama drama?”
“Okay. You obviously know I recently found out I have a daughter.”
“If she did talk to me about it, I wouldn’t fucking tell you anything, dude.”
“Fair enough.”
Damn. I wasn’t going to get jack shit out of him.
The sting of the needle burned into my chest as he started the design. A few years ago, I would have never imagined getting a second tattoo in my lifetime. But somehow it felt natural to be doing this. It seemed like more than just marking my body. It was art, which in turn was an expression of love. Soraya had a way of getting me to see a lot of things differently now.
After several minutes of watching him work in silence, I blurted out, “I love her, Tig.”
He stopped the needle and held out his hands. “Whoa…whoa. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re her friend. She doesn’t have many close ones.”
“Have you even said those three words to her?”
“No. I haven’t had the right opportunity, but I will. I also get the impression that you still don’t trust me, and I think it’s important that you understand that despite recent developments, I’m in this for the long haul.”
“Look, I’m not gonna bullshit you. I don’t personally trust you. But Soraya seems too deep into this for me not, at least, to take you seriously. If she cares about you, then I’m gonna have to accept it and trust her judgment.
“Okay…well, I appreciate your honesty.”
“Just remember what I said. Don’t break her heart, and I won’t have to break your pretty face.”
I swallowed my anger for Soraya’s sake. “I heard you loud and clear the first time you threatened my life, Tig.” If this guy was anyone but Soraya’s best friend, I wouldn’t have taken his shit, but I didn’t need him badmouthing me.
When Tig finished the tattoo, he applied clear tape over it. I couldn’t wait to show Soraya.
Delia came around the corner. “Since you’re getting adventurous, MBP, I’d be happy to pierce something for you while you’re here.”
“MBP?”
“Mr. Big Prick.”
“Oh, of course.” I rolled my eyes and threw a wad of cash that was triple the amount I owed on the counter.
She took the money and placed it in the register. “So…cock ring? Whattya say?”
A protective shiver ran down through my dick from shaft to tip. Ouch. “Baby steps, Delia.”
“Alright.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t say I didn’t try.”
***
THE NEXT NIGHT, I COULD BARELY CONTAIN my excitement as I headed to Soraya’s for a surprise visit after work. The bandage would be coming off, and I could finally show her my tattoo.
With Chloe’s birthday party this weekend, revealing it to her tonight would be good timing. It would remind her how important she was to me.
I had worked late and made the decision to drop by unannounced with some of her favorite Mexican takeout.
Soraya buzzed me in no problem, but when she opened the door, her mood seemed off.
“Graham….I wasn’t expecting you. Come in.”
Pulling her toward me, I slid my hand down her back and gripped her ass. “Are you not happy to see me?”
“No, it’s not that.”
I placed the paper bag of food on her kitchen table. “I have a surprise for you. I couldn’t wait to come here tonight to show you.”
“What is it?”
Taking off my jacket, I said, “Let’s eat first. I brought your favorite enchiladas from No Way Jose’s.”
Soraya was quiet all throughout dinner. Something was definitely off. I wondered if she was just nervous about going to the Hamptons this weekend.
I took her plate. “Want to talk about what’s bothering you?”
Dodging my question, she said, “Not really. Tell me what the surprise is first.”
It felt odd presenting the tattoo to her when she was in such a morose mood. It wasn’t exactly how I’d pictured this moment, but I wasn’t going to be able to hide it much longer since I had every intention of fucking her out of that bad mood later. She was going to see my chest one way or the other.
“Okay…this is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I finally bit the bullet and had it done. I hope you like it.”
Soraya bit her lip in anticipation as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. My heart was pounding. What if she thought it was creepy? Shit. It was too fucking late. She watched as I tore the tape off.
“It’s still a little red,” I said, oddly nervous.
She covered her mouth. “Oh, my God. Graham…it’s…”
“Do you like it?”
Her eyes glistened. “It’s amazing.” She looked down at her foot. “It’s exactly the same as mine.”
“Of course. Tig did it to match.”
She traced the area around my tat as she examined the tattoo placed strategically over my heart. It was
“I thought the feather was the perfect accent to your name. Our story might have been different if I hadn’t been able to use it to identify you back when we first met. I’m very thankful for that feather.” She was still silently looking at it in awe when I said, “You know, it’s no coincidence that the other tattoo I had was nowhere near my heart. You’re the only woman who’s ever fully owned it.”
Tell her you love her.
Why is it so damn hard to just let it out?
Because you’re afraid she won’t return it.
Her hand was still tracing the tat. I covered her fingers with mine to stop the motion and to get her attention. “Soraya…I Io—”
“Graham, I’m late.”
Late?
“What?”
“I’m late.”
“You’re late? What do you mean? Late for what?”
“My period. I’m late. I’m scared.”
I blinked several times. “You think you might be pregnant?”
“I’m on the pill. It’s unlikely, but I’m never late. So, I’m worried. I just looked at the calendar and realized it today.”
Well, now her bizarre mood made total sense.
“Could there be other reasons to explain it?”
“I read that stress can cause a delay sometimes. So, I’m hoping that’s what it is. This is the last thing you need right now.”
“You’re worried about me?”
“Yes. Of course, I am! You’re just coming to grips with having one child. This would be too much.” She buried her face in her hands. “Too fucking much.”
I moved her hands down from her face and pulled her into me. “Soraya, I agree the timing wouldn’t be ideal, but make no mistake about it, the idea of you carrying my baby brings me nothing but happiness. I don’t think you’re ready…no…but if it happened, I would look at it as a blessing.”
She looked up at me. “Really?”
“Yes…really.” I cupped her cheeks, smiled and repeated, “Really.”
“Thank you for saying that because I’ve been so scared to even mention it.”
“Don’t be scared. You never have to go through anything alone again.”