Stuck-Up Suit - Vi Keeland Page 0,73
blue so that Graham didn’t think I was going off the rails.
When Chloe spotted Graham, she made a beeline toward him. “Graham Cracker!”
He knelt down with his arms open as she ran toward him then pretended to fall back when she threw herself into his arms. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
When she pulled away, she looked up at me. “Hi, Soraya.”
“Hi, Chloe.” I bent down. “Can I have a hug, too?” We embraced, and she kissed me lightly on the cheek. Her mouth was sticky from the cotton candy.
She wrapped her little arms around Graham’s neck again. “Will you come chase us?”
“Of course. You’re the birthday girl. Whatever you want. Why don’t you go back to your friends for a minute? I’ll be right over, alright?”
Chloe nodded enthusiastically and ran over to rejoin the other girls.
He stood up. “Are you okay if I leave you alone with the wolves for a bit?”
“Of course. We’re here for Chloe. I can deal with the rest of ‘em.”
He whispered in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my neck. “I’ll make it up to you later in a big way. I promise.”
Graham ran over to Chloe, and I watched amused as he took direction from her. Completely at her disposal, he ran in circles chasing the girls around. He towered over them. He was playing the role of some kind of monster. I chuckled as he dropped to the ground and let them clobber him. It was like he’d been attacked by an explosion of pink chiffon.
I couldn’t help thinking that maybe the possibility of being pregnant with this man’s child wasn’t the worst thing in the world. The more I watched him out there, the more I realized I wanted to share a life with him. But it would never be uncomplicated; Genevieve would always be a part of it.
A conversation happening diagonally behind me turned my attention away from Graham and the girls for a moment.
“That’s Graham Morgan out there.”
“Yes. You know the story, right? That Graham is really Chloe’s biological father?”
“Worst kept secret in the world if you ask me.”
“Apparently, everyone knew but him.”
“Crazy.”
“Imagine. One woman and two good-looking guys like that.”
“Sounds like one of your books, Elise.”
“I know, totally.”
“I guess Morgan went off the deep end for a while after Genevieve left him for Liam. Cut ties with a lot of people. He was really in love with her. Apparently, after he found out about the affair, he was so heartbroken, he came down here and shattered half the windows in this house.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No.”
“Wow. I’d have an affair just to see Stanley get half that passionate about me.”
“Gen’s paid for her mistakes, poor thing. Widowed at such a young age. We all acted foolishly when we were young. She didn’t deserve this predicament.”
“Well, it’s nice to see him here for the little girl.”
“I wonder if they’ll reunite for the sake of their daughter. They make beautiful children together.”
“That would be a happy ending to a tragic story, wouldn’t it?”
The only happy ending he’ll be getting is from me, bitch.
A few minutes later, I’d been so preoccupied thinking about what those women were saying that I hadn’t noticed Graham sneak up behind me to plant a kiss on my neck. The gossipers had taken notice, though. Their eyes were practically bugging out of their heads. Their little happily-ever-after fantasy was quickly challenged by Graham’s public display of affection with someone they probably assumed was working the party.
I couldn’t help myself when I turned to them and smiled. “Plot twist.”
Graham looked confused but didn’t question me about it.
He examined my face. “How are you holding up?”
I put on my best happy smile. “Good.”
“Chloe wants to open her presents, so I’m gonna head out to the car to get them.”
“I’ll help you.”
Graham and I made three separate trips back and forth to retrieve all of the gifts. When we returned, Genevieve was placing a massive cake that was shaped like a ruffly dress down on the table. All of the little girls swarmed around it like flies.
Genevieve had hired a professional photographer. When it was time for Chloe to blow out her candles, she waved for Graham to come around and get in the picture.
The photographer had Genevieve and Graham pose for several pictures with Chloe. The sight made my stomach churn because my mind kept replaying what those women were saying. It wasn’t that I didn’t want Graham in the picture next to his daughter, but seeing him so close to