Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,69
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.”
“Our daughter.”
“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