we were on the same page.
Graham: Tell me I’m right. I can’t wait any longer. You didn’t cheat, and you did this for me and Chloe?
The wait as she texted back was agonizing.
Soraya: I asked Marco to pretend to be with me. He’s Tig’s cousin. I would never have really cheated on you.
Graham: You should have talked to me.
Soraya: I know that now. It was stupid.
Graham: It was, and I’m going to put you over my lap and spank your ass as punishment later.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: I want to promise you lots of things, sweetheart. But I’d prefer to do that in person. What time will you be back?
Soraya: I’m not sure. I’ll text you when I get back to the condo. Where are you?
Graham: A few blocks away, sitting on a train.
Soraya: A train?
Graham: Don’t worry. It’s immobile. I’m not going anywhere without you.
Soraya: Promise?
Graham: Nothing will keep me from you, Soraya.
I sat in that train for more than two hours waiting. Soraya had said she would text me when she arrived back at the condo, and my patience was dwindling. Unable to sit still any longer, I walked the boardwalk until my phone finally buzzed.
Soraya: I’m back.
Graham: On my way.
Delia’s brother’s condo was on the sixth floor, unit 6G. I pushed the button for the elevator and waited impatiently. The light above the doors slowly illuminated each number as it climbed the floors. The damn thing was crawling and still needed to make its way back down. I couldn’t wait that long. Finding the door to the stairs, I started up the first of six flights. By the third set, I should have been starting to slow down, but instead, I began to take them two at a time. My heart was beating out of my chest, yet I wasn’t even slightly winded. I needed to get to her. At the start of the sixth flight, I full-on ran the rest of the way up. When I reached her floor, I flung open the hall door and continued to sprint down the hall. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins when I arrived in front of unit 6G.
I tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was impossible to relax. My chest heaved up and down. I need to see her so badly.
I knocked and waited.
When it finally opened, I froze for a moment.
Soraya.
God, she was fucking incredible.
She was standing at the door wearing only a hot pink bra and panties, and her tips were dyed hot pink to match. Never in my life had I seen such beauty. I stood there for a full minute, just taking her in. Then, I finally spoke. “What does hot pink mean?”
She looked me in the eyes. “Love. It means I’m in love.”
My eyes closed. For a second, I thought I might pussy out right there at the threshold and cry. I was so fucking happy, my emotions needed an outlet.
“I’m afraid to come in.”
“Why?” Her face momentarily dropped.
“Because there’s so much I want to do to you, so much I feel right now, I’m afraid I won’t be gentle.”
Her cheeks flushed a bit. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to be you. A bossy, stuck-up ass with an unexpectedly sweet side. A dad that is going to love his daughter unconditionally no matter what, and never leave her behind. And a dominant partner in bed who sometimes needs it a little rough. I want all of you, Graham.”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. “Oh, you’re going to get it all, alright. My mouth, my hand, my fingers, my body, my cock.” Taking her into my arms, I kissed her with everything I had.
Between kisses, she apologized over and over again. “I’m sorry for what I did. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“I know you did. Just promise me you’ll never push me away again, baby.”
“I promise.”
I surprised her by lifting her off her feet and cradling her in my arms. “Since you answered the door in that outfit, I’m guessing Delia isn’t here.”
“She has family in Hermosa Beach. She’s staying at a cousin’s for the night.”
“Remind me to send her a thank you gift. Perhaps a car.”
I began walking down a hallway looking for a bedroom. When I set her down on the edge of the mattress, I realized that her foot was bandaged. “What happened here?”
“I fixed my tattoo.”
“The feather one?” She changed the one I had replicated on my chest?
“Yes.”