Made by Us: Giselle and Liam's Story (The Made Series Book 3)

by Werts, Candace Nicole

  “Don’t you own a shirt?”

  He laughs, but I’m not joking. To keep my mind off his chiseled body, I start eating my yogurt.

  “Since I’m going to be gone for two weeks, I thought we could turn off our phones and spend the day together.”

  Turning off my phone that will mean I could miss a text from Ethan.

  Reluctantly I say, “Okay, what did you have in mind?”

  We spend the day curled up on the couch watching reality TV and old movies. Several times, I catch Liam staring at me.

  “What?” I ask and throw a pillow at him.

  He catches it and kisses me on the forehead.

  “Giselle, you mean so much to me and lately things have been strange. I don’t want to leave when things aren’t right between us.”

  Liam is gorgeous. His dark eyes are kind and always sparkle. He places his hand on my knee.

  “If leaving is going to make things worse, tell me and I won’t go.”

  “Things have been crazy lately. We’ve been so busy and I think stress got the best of me.”

  “Are you sure? Recently you seem distant; like you’d rather be somewhere else.”

  Crap.

  “You were right, I need to stop comparing our relationship to my friends. ”

  I give him a reassuring smile, which causes him to relax and start watching the movie again. What am I doing? This wonderful man sitting beside me really does care about me. Maybe sex isn’t important when we have everything else?

  Chapter Five

  The clock reads 4:35 once my eyes finally open. I quickly change out of my pajamas and into my yellow and gray running gear; this run will be shorter than usual since I’m meeting with a client at eight. Its ten minutes to 6:00 when I reenter the apartment, the TV’s on but there’s no sign of Liam. He’s leaving this morning, and I want to be out of the shower and dressed in time to see him off. I’ll miss him but right now my main focus is seeing Ethan later tonight. This couldn’t have panned out any better than it did. So why do I feel guilty already? My shower is quick and refreshing. I dry off, moisturize and wrap the towel around me while walking to the bed where my outfit awaits me. I refuse to overthink the Ethan situation, but rather, look at it as getting reacquainted with an old friend. That’s the only way I can come to peace with what may occur.

  I toss the towel and grab my undergarments. I put on a pair of white skinny jeans with a black and white striped tank. In the bathroom, I style my hair and apply clear lip gloss. I slip on my jade green blazer and a stylish pair of hot pink tasseled flats before I open the door. Liam comes down the hall with luggage in hand.

  “Good Morning. Do you want any help?”

  “Morning. No, I got it.”

  He kisses my cheek before walking past me and wheeling his suitcase to the front door. I head in the kitchen and grab the cranberry juice from the fridge. I pour myself a glass and put one out on the counter for him.

  “Are you going to miss me?”

  “Liam, of course I’ll miss you. It will be very lonely around here and Indulgence for that matter. It’s only two weeks though so we’ll get by. Make sure you enjoy the lovely Texas weather for the both of us.”

  Franks states through the intercom, “Mr. Jackson, your transportation has arrived and is parked out front.”

  He hits the call button and tells him he’ll be right down.

  “Can I get a goodbye hug?”

  “Yes, of course. I can’t believe they’re here already.”

  I rush to him and throw my arms around his neck. I give his lips a small peck. He tells me I’m beautiful and kisses my cheek before letting me go and grabbing his bags.

  “I’m going to miss you. Text to let me know you arrived safely.”

  “I’ll miss you too, but we’ll talk soon.”

  As he leaves; freedom and naughtiness enters. I enjoy the feeling, grab my white clutch and head out the door.

  I press the unlock button on the key to my silver Mazda6, open the door and speed to the meeting. It’s a shame that Liam’s plane hasn’t taken off yet, but here I am plotting on what to wear to Ethan’s later. My thoughts of Ethan are paused for the duration of the meeting. But hours later, I am thinking about this evening again.

  I take another hot shower and afterwards I start packing my overnight bag, making sure not to forget my favorite Hello Kitty nightgown. Picking out my outfit was somewhat difficult, but my satin undergarments are sexy. They’re cream silk and black lace overhangs around the waist and breast area.

  I put on a double pleated skirt, yellow dots outline the black and white floral pattern. The shirt is beige with a pointy collar that has cappuccino colored buttons. My peep toe champagne laced up knee boots would make Marcia proud. I have second thoughts as I put extra clothes in the bag for tomorrow. Just because I’m staying the night with him doesn’t mean we’re going to have sex. Right? It will be like old times before I lost my virginity. I know I’m lying to myself as I zip my bag shut.

  My phone jingles.

  Ethan: Staying at the Ritz-Carlton, room number is 37.

  I stop second guessing myself. It’s clear I need to meet him and should be leaving soon in order to arrive on time. In the kitchen, I put my bag by the front door and grab a wine glass from the rack, fill it half way full and down it within a minute. It’s just enough to kill the nerves and doubt from reentering my mind. I respond to his text.

  Leaving in ten minutes. See you soon.

  The hotel is upscale, classy, extremely expensive and attached to the Fashion Centre at Pentagon City. Walking into the well-lit beautiful hotel, I wonder what Ethan’s room is like. The lobby features chic and stylish décor, the displayed paintings are incredibly eye catching and bold in color. I pass a stripe lounge chaise that sits in a corner of the marbled floor on my way to the elevator. The door opens and in no time it comes to a stop on the third floor. I follow the signs that take me to #37. Before knocking, I reapply my lip gloss. I double check my appearance and knock gently. Ethan opens the door. He’s wearing white skinny jeans, a blue and white striped shirt, and a charcoal tailored blazer.

  “Good evening, Giselle.”

  He looks at my attire, slightly twists his mouth, but eventually says, “You look nice tonight.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Come in.” He grabs my bag. “I’m glad you packed your overnight bag.”

  The suite offers a stunning panoramic view of the city. His living room is complete with a leather couch and arm chairs, there’s also an eat-in area with six high back leather cream chairs situated around a large wood circular table. The floral centerpiece has colors to brighten up the goldenrod color scheme in the adjoined living room.

  “Not sure if I’m staying, but brought it just in case.”

  “You’re staying.”

  He moves toward the front door and holds it open for me. I walk ahead of him and hit the call button. Soon he’s behind me and our bodies are close, almost touching. Ethan had such an effect on my life in the past. It’s hard not to think about the old times we shared together and the love we had for one another. My love wasn’t enough for him years ago, so what makes me think it ever would be?

  When the elevator doors finally open, he hits the lobby button and places his hand on my lower back. The ride down is short, and I’m thankful because there was no time for Ethan’s hand to possibly begin exploring down my backside. Then again, I would have probably liked it. He removes his hand from my back and links his fingers with those on my left hand. I’m hoping he doesn’t notice my sweaty palm. After we get off the elevator, we stop at the front desk where he orders champagne and chocolate covered strawberries to be delivered to the room.

  “That takes care of dessert,” he says before escorting me into the Fyve Restaurant Lounge.

  “Reservation for Thomas,” he tells the hostess who greets us at the door. She leads us to a seated area for two right in front of the lit fireplace. The chairs are red leather accentuated w
ith cream decorative pillows. The dark cherry mantle is decorated with vases of dark red roses, and other flowers hang over the ledge. Crackled glass cylinders cover tree decorations that hold lit tea lights. He requests a glass of white wine and orders me a glass of cabernet.

  The waiter comes back with our wine and sets our glasses down over a napkin on the glass topped tables. Ethan orders for us. The waiter takes our menus and excuses himself.

  The glow from the firelight reflects across Ethan’s chiseled face.

  He takes a sip from his wine and says, “Let’s catch up.”

  “Okay, you first.”

  “Alright, what’s the main thing you want to know?”

  “There’s a couple of them, actually.”

  “Go ahead, ask.”

  I start with a simple question, “What have you been doing with your life?”

  “Over the last few years I’ve been modeling. It’s a great job. I get to travel all over the world. I’m doing very well for myself, a lot better than I was five years ago. I finally got my shit together.”

  “Is that why you came to Arlington?”

  “No, I came here to find you and it worked out perfectly because I have a shoot in DC later this week.”

  “It’s funny to hear that you’re a model doing photo shoots.”

  “Don’t you keep up with the fashion world? I’ve been in all the major magazines and billboards.”

  “You know I’m not interested in the fashion world. Where do you live?”

  He cups his hand over mine. “Los Angeles.”

  “The land of the beautiful people?”

  “Only if you lived there.”

  “Why did you stand me up five years ago?”

  The waiter has the worst timing and arrives with our appetizers. This stops our conversation. My tummy’s growling. The fried Caprese tomatoes will keep me content for a few minutes. Whatever Ethan has to say, it better be good. When we finish the appetizer, the main entrées are presented. I’m beginning to think that my question will never be answered. I decide to enjoy this delicious meal as we eat in silence.

  Once we’re back in the room, Ethan pours us some champagne and hands me a glass. I gulp down half the glass, while he goes back in the kitchen to retrieve the silver container holding the strawberries dipped in milk chocolate. He opens the lid taking one out, my mouth begins to water as he slowly brings the fruit to trace the outside of my lips. I open taking a small bite, the chocolate crackles under my teeth and I try to suck in all the juices from the berry. He pulls it back from my mouth and devours the rest. I can’t take my eyes off his mouth. I reminisce about his mouth on my body while he was inside me.

  Oh my god these thoughts are only going to get me in trouble. I’m going to blame the alcohol for my lack of better judgment. I put my glass down on the dining table and take a seat on the couch.

  “You never answered my question earlier.”

  He sets down the container and grabs his glass, then takes a seat beside me on the leather couch. He turns to face me putting his hand on my thigh.

  “I’m a different man now. Five years ago I was going nowhere and fast. Your father called me out on it. He saw right through me and my shit. The night before our wedding he came to pay me a visit, making what he called, a small request. I agreed to hear him out. He started it off by telling me he didn’t like me. He said I wasn’t shit and never was going to amount to anything. His question that followed was the ultimate reason I didn’t show.”

  He pauses.

  “What? What was his question?” I ask.

  “He asked what I was going to do for his daughter besides bring you down. You will be saving her Ethan, from a life of regret. Don’t be selfish. Giselle, you had a full scholarship and I took his advice, got my life together but never forgot you. He was right. I wasn’t able to provide for you. I withdrew my life savings and went to Hollywood. There I was discovered by a top modeling agency. After being signed, I made it big time and have traveled all across the world. No matter where I ended up, my thoughts were always of you.”

  Before I can respond, he locks lips with mine, while his hand goes through my hair. I pull back when my vagina becomes damp. I know we shouldn’t be doing this but it feels so right and now it sort of makes sense. It still doesn’t excuse his behavior. He could have talked to me but he ran. Maybe I should thank him because my life turned out great. Would it have been the same had we actually gotten married? Did he save me? Now he’s back throwing my life into chaos and confusion after all this time.

  I get up to leave. Ethan stands behind me and grabs me, causing me to feel his erection pressed against my back. He moves my hair to the side and he places kisses on my neck. Now I’m becoming really wet as he hasn’t forgotten my spot. My hand glides up his leg and he starts to suck harder. At this moment I’m under his spell. He spins my body around and kisses me while ripping the few buttons open on my shirt. I barely feel him lift me and lay me firmly on the dining table. He moves some chairs to give us more space and the placemats are knocked to the floor as our tongues swirl with one another. I sit up and grab him by the middle crease in his button down shirt. He leans down to kiss me as I bring my other hand to grip his shirt. With one forceful tug buttons fly all over the place. He sucks my lips before wiggling his arms free of the now ruined shirt. His large tribal chest tattoo is exposed. It starts on the left side of his neck and goes all the way down his arm. Ink also covers the left side of his chest and stomach before ending at his waist, where it slightly wraps around his back. After undoing his belt, he reaches under my skirt and rips my panties off with one fierce tug. He grabs a condom from his pants before taking them off. Standing in his boxer briefs I remember all the times he has gotten me off. He takes off his briefs revealing the magnificent penis I remember. It’s average in size but has never failed to please me. The best thing about Ethan is that he always leaves me wanting more.

  He lifts my head and kisses me. His thin lips open allowing his tongue to slide out, mine open to accommodate him. My hands reach through his hair releasing it from the hair tie. His long dark shiny locks fall across my chest, he reaches behind me to unclamp my bra and frees my breasts for his mouth. He licks around my nipple, sucks it just enough to bring the slightest pain before letting go. I can feel his head throbbing at my entrance when he stands. He leans forward to kiss me, causing the head to push inside. He rocks in a slow motion, not going any deeper. Bringing my legs up to meet his chest, he uses them for support as he dips in and out. I moan in sexual delight. I’m so close to climaxing and he has only just begun. He pulls me up to kiss me and slides in a little further. Ethan was always the best when it came to kissing. He could get me the wettest with just the use of his tongue. The further his penis goes in, the faster his thrusts get.

  “Damn, Giselle, your pussy is so good.”

  I hate the p word, but my orgasm is near and at this moment that’s all I care about. Every time he pulls out and then rams back in, his head lands on a spot that’s going to make me succumb soon. He grips my breast while his penis satisfies my vagina. I dig my nails in his back and seconds later I’m lifting off the table climaxing all over his penis. He continues penetrating and once my trembles are over, he explodes. He lays his head on my chest for a little while before removing himself. He stands and then carries me through the open doors to the master bedroom. He lays me down gently on the bed while he goes in the bathroom to discard the condom. I walk into the living area and grab my nightgown. As I slip it over my head I see him coming out of the bedroom wearing only his boxer briefs.

  “What did you need that for?”

  “Ethan, I’m not going to lie around naked.”

  “No panties. Make it easier for me later on. I’m not quite done with you, little rebel. But first come sit and have some strawberries.”

  His body is well defined but not bulky. With my guard down I don’t anticipate his next move. He grabs me from behind and traces a hand down the middle of my
body stopping at my vagina. Turning me to face him, his hand never leaves from my growing wet spot. His hands grip my butt cheeks, he kisses me intimately and loving. So this is what this feels like.

  He steps back and says, “It’s like old times, Giselle.”

  I smile and Liam briefly crosses my mind. He grabs the strawberries and I follow him back to the bedroom.

  Pulling the blankets back we get in on opposite sides facing each other, both using our elbows to keep our heads propped up. He feeds me a strawberry and I do the same for him. His teeth are beautiful, white and straight. We kiss after we finish the small treat. There’s chocolate on his lips. I start with sucking the bottom lip and then doing the same to the top one, absorbing the rich taste. Using his hand, he lifts my neck up and forces his tongue inside my mouth. The swirls between our tongues grow rougher and I can see his erection forming beneath. I reach and grip it with my hand. We continue to kiss and he starts to fondle me. Inserting a finger inside of my moist vagina while I continue to grope his penis. He flips me over to my side, my back faces him as my body curves into him; my vagina is vulnerable and exposed. I’m encased with his arms wrapped around me, his penis rubbing against my spot. He hasn’t taken off his underwear yet, I can feel the cloth around his hardness. He lifts the back of my nightgown up and over my head. I remove my hands from the sleeves and it falls to the floor. He places soft kisses on my back all the way up to my neck. Gosh, he really knows how to turn me on. He grabs my hair and kisses the side of my neck. I try to get his penis free from the material securing it. Ethan sees my struggle and rolls off the bed to pull down his black fitted briefs. Standing there looking dreamy in the soft light, he retrieves the wallet from the bedside table and pulls out the foil. He rips it open and slides it over his penis before climbing back in the bed. Gripping my waist, he forces me back and his head slides in my slickness. I gasp. He slowly pushes all the way inside of me, gaining more access with each thrust. I moan when his head hits my g-spot, I start rocking back on him clinching my muscles to keep his penis in place and where I need it to be.