Stuck-Up Suit(50)

Monday night I had to go out of town, up to Boston for a quick meeting early Tuesday morning. My flight was delayed, and I was sitting in the airport reading the paper. Before Soraya, I started with the business section first. These days, I turned to Ask Ida, before catching up on the market watch. Between soap operas and now reading an advice column daily, I was fast becoming a *.



Dear Ida,

My mother was recently remarried. Bill, my new stepfather, has a nineteen-year-old son, whom I had never met until three weeks ago. Alec was away at college and came home to live with us for the summer. The problem is, I’m extremely attracted to Alec. I’m pretty sure the attraction is mutual since the sexual tension is so thick, sometimes it’s hard to breathe. Is it wrong to be with my stepbrother?

-Gretchen, Manhattan



Dear Gretchen,

While technically you are not blood-related, there is still a familial connection and many people will frown upon a relationship between the two of you. By your writing the letter, I suspect you think it’s not right to be with Alec, and you’re looking for someone to give you permission to go against your own beliefs. My advice to you is to be true to yourself, and the rest will fall into place.



I texted Soraya.

Graham: I’d f*ck you even if you were my stepsister.

Soraya: LOL. You read the column?

Graham: I do. I like to figure out which ones you have a part in responding to.

Soraya: How can you tell which ones I responded to?

Graham: I just can.

Soraya: Did I write today’s response?

Graham: Do I get a prize if I answer correctly?

Soraya: I thought I gave you your prize last night.

Damn. That she did. For a few minutes, while she was sucking my cock, I thought about getting my own tongue pierced just so she could feel that cold metal ball on her clit. My staff would surely think I’d lost my mind entirely if I walked into a Monday morning staff meeting tripping over my words with a swollen, bedazzled tongue. It was bad enough this morning I was smiling in the middle of the meeting when my mind wandered.

When I didn’t respond right away, Soraya knew what I was doing.

Soraya: You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?

Graham: I am. And it makes me want to leave the airport and blow off my morning meeting. Blow off for a blow job?

Soraya: Perv. So…did I write any part of the response to poor Gretchen today?

Graham: Not one damn word.

Soraya: Very good. What about yesterday? The woman who was stealing from her elderly uncle’s change jars?

Graham: Prisons are filled with people who started with petty theft.

Soraya: OMG! How did you know? That was literally the only sentence she kept from my response.

Graham: I know you.

Soraya: That’s a little bit scary!

Tell me about it. I’m scared f*cking shitless these days.

My flight had just begun boarding when my phone buzzed in my hand. At first, I thought it was another text from Soraya. My smile dropped seeing Genevieve’s name flash on the screen. I considered not answering it, but then I realized it could be about Chloe.

“Genevieve.”

“Graham. How are you?”

“Busy. Is everything okay with Chloe?”

“She’s fine.”

“What do you want then?”

She sighed loudly into the phone. “You’re going to have to learn to speak civilly to me. I don’t want our daughter exposed to the way you bark at me.”

“Our daughter? You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you? The test doesn’t come back until Wednesday morning.”

“It’s just a formality for me. I know in my heart she’s yours.”

“How f*cking nice for you. Perhaps you could have shared that little bit of information a little earlier. I don’t know…say…four years ago?”

“Stop yelling at me.”

“Stop calling me.”

Another sigh of frustration. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear this woman had balls. Giant ones, bigger than her head.

“Listen. I’m boarding a plane. I need to hang up.”

“Where are you going?”

“That’s none of your damn business. I’m hanging up, Genevieve.”

“Wait. I called for a reason. I want to be there when you get the results on Wednesday morning.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“It’s the opposite of yes. Perhaps you should have tried saying it four years ago when my best friend told you to spread your legs.”

“Graham…”

“No. We’re not a happy family waiting on the stick to show a plus sign. I’m waiting to find out if you’ve robbed me of four years of my daughter’s life. Either way, it won’t be a Hallmark moment, and you won’t be sharing it with me.”

“I’m coming to your office on Wednesday.”

“I’m warning you not to.”

There had been muffled sounds of traffic in the background, and they suddenly quieted. “Genevieve?”

The bitch had hung up on me.





CHAPTER 19


SORAYA



GRAHAM WAS SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING the results of the DNA test today. Even though he hadn’t specifically asked me to be there, I wanted to surprise him. He said the results were due in sometime before noon, so I took the entire morning off from work.