Since my plan to spend the morning with Ella backfired, I decide to go back up to my suite, change then head out to Maddox-Fields. If what I know about Isabella holds true she won’t tell Lucas I’m here, he’ll be totally blindsided by my appearance. Though I often came to town, I never go to the Maddox-Fields offices here. Years ago when our fathers ran the business, it was decided my dad would run our Florida and New York branches while Lucas’ dad ran the Chicago and Washington offices.
As I saunter into the lobby I immediately notice how small this headquarters is compared to New York and Palm Beach. What it lacked in space was replaced with an abundance of luxury. The receptionist rises quickly as I approach the counter.
“Mr. Maddox!” she gasps. “Wow, I’ve never seen you here before. I’m honored to finally meet you.” She blushes as she pushes her chest up then flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder to give me a better view of her cleavage. She reminds me of a Barbie doll, a stick figure with blown up breast.
“Is Mr. Fields expecting you?” she questions.
“No and I don’t need directions I know where his office is.” I say over my shoulder as I head to the bank of elevator behind office Barbie.
I ignore the apprehensive glances I receive from people in the hallway leading to Lucas’ office. Despite all the money obviously spent on remodeling, this place is still unnervingly familiar.
Visions of Lucas and I running up and down the hallways pretending to be covert operatives dance around in my head. Our fathers were best friends growing up. They played varsity football together, went to the same college, started a company and were best man at each other’s weddings. For years Lucas and I were inseparable, closer than most brothers. Our fathers built this company five years out of college. A couple years later with the opening of a new branch in Palm Beach both our mothers fell pregnant.
I was born six days before Lucas. As young boys we would joke that we should’ve been twins. We attended the same schools, played the same sports, once we even fucked the same girl on the same night. At fifteen Lucas’ mom passed away and our little family unit was devastated. I spent weeks sleeping on Lucas’ floor making sure he didn’t have a total breakdown. We were inseparable, our father’s history was repeating itself in us. Until the day when everything went to shit.
It was a week before we graduated high school. The day my mom packed up her bag and told my dad she was leaving him for his best friend. My father asked her in an eerily calm voice if she was sure this was what she wanted to do. She glanced back at him and wordlessly dragged her bags to her car without a backwards glance my way. My father was peeling out of the driveway before my mother even shut her trunk, wheels spinning against the asphalt leaving behind the bitter smell of burnt rubber.
I jumped in my mustang convertible and made it the three blocks down the road to Lucas’ house in less than a minute. I burst out the car as soon as it came to a stop, leaving the door wide open, running towards the shouting voices at the front steps.
“I love her Daniel! She deserves better than you. I’m not going to allow her to stay with you any longer.” Lucas’ father yells.
The impact of the blow my father hits Mr. Fields’ face with cause’s blood to splatter all over his white shirt. He falls into the grass out cold from that one hit. The years my dad spent as a heavy weight boxer still present in his stance. My mother runs screaming to her lover, trying to wake him.
“I gave you everything, I’ve catered to your every whim and you betray me this way.” My dad’s voice trembles as he speaks to my mom. “Why don’t you at least look your son in the face and tell him how much of a whore you are!” he roared.
My mother unexpectedly runs towards him shrieking as she hits and scratches his face. In attempt to halt her attack he shoves her away from him. She stumbles backwards and trips on her own feet. The sound of her head hitting the edge of the step resonates in the shocked silence. Lucas appears at the door just as she stumbles backwards.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?” He screams advancing towards my dad. I stand there-frozen. My dad doesn’t even bother to block Lucas’ blow. “She doesn’t want you anymore; she belongs here with us you son of a bitch.”
I’m confused by the words coming out Lucas’ mouth. He knew about this affair all along and said nothing. The pain of Lucas’ betrayal burns a hole in my heart, his betrayal worst than my mothers. She’s been distant for years so I knew something was off with her but Lucas never gave away a hint of knowing anything. All the nights I vented to Lucas about my mom changing, disappearing at night. I questioned her love for me and all along he knew what was going on. I don’t remember moving from the spot I was standing at. It was a total blank until the police pulled me off Lucas, his blood staining my bruised fist. That day I not only lost a mother, I lost my brother.
“What are you are you doing here.” Isabella hisses, jarring me from my memories. She pulls my arm and leads me into a small office slamming the door behind us.
She’s as beautiful as I remember. Her long dark hair pulled into a neat bun, her steel grey eyes alarmed. She nibbles on that pouty bottom lip. I just have to taste them. When I lean in she raises her hands, holding me off with her palms.
Isabella
I can’t let him kiss me.
I won’t let him kiss me.
But he looks so good in that Armani suit. The scruffy bad boy I left at the table this morning has turned into Mr. GQ. He looks like he just stepped out of People’s sexy man of the alive issue.
Wait…he was on that issue.
Liam's fame and fortune has overreached Lucas’ by leaps and bounds, with countless appearances on magazines and online gossip pages as the most coveted bachelor. The fact that I didn't instantly recognize him boggles my mind. I must have been extremely drunk or maybe just riding on a sexual high. Right now I just want him to wrap his tie around my wrist and have his way with me on the desk behind us.
“You have to leave,” I demand.
“I own this company, I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches out, running his fingers down my arm.
“Look, I’m begging you not to say anything to Lucas about last night.” I’m ready to get down on my knees and grovel if need be.
“Don’t worry Ella, your dirty little secret is safe with me. Make sure you’re at my place by eight tonight.” He commands me. I hate that he calls me Ella. My dad was the only person who ever called me that. Liam calling me that brings back memories I blocked out years ago.
“Last night was a onetime thing, don’t wait up you’ll be disappointed.” I head towards the door, needing a quick escape from his tempting offer.
“If you don’t show up, I’ll hand deliver the panties you left in my room to Lucas. You think he’ll be able to recognize your scent?” He taunts me.
“You’re blackmailing me for sex? You’re really disgusting.”
“You like me that way. Don’t make me wait for you.” He glides past me shutting the door behind him.
*******
Alice, my secretary and office gossip, is chomping at the bit when I return to my office.
“Did you hear Liam Maddox is here,” she jumps up following me into my office. “Liza at the reception desk got a glimpse of that sex god and she says he’s far sexier in person then on those magazines” she continues, sitting her ass on the edge of my desk. She unbuttons her top two buttons and adjusts her push-up bra for maximum cleavage. “If he sticks around I’ll have that man in my bed in less than a week. I wonder if he likes redheads?” she rambles on.
He likes brunettes.
He likes me! I want to shout at her. But I feign disinterest in this conversation. The vision of Alice with her legs wrapped around Liam makes me want to dry heave.
“Be careful around him, Lucas says he’s bad news.” I warn her, covertly trying to deter her sexual motive on my man.
Wait when did he become mine?
“Oh please,” Alice rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows that it’s
just an old family war that keeps those two at each other’s throat. Did you know Liam’s father tried to kill Lucas’ dad and his wife when he found out about their affair.”
Maybe I’m a little too easygoing with this woman. I mean I’m her boss and she spreading gossip about my boyfriend to me. She’s the epitome of why I don’t have female friends.
“Of course you know all this already, you and Lucas are practically married.” She chirps.
“He’s always photographed with different women, the man is a whore.” I continue to degrade him in my effort to veer her away from my man.
There I go claiming Liam Maddox again.
“I don’t want to marry the man Isabella. I just want to lick him a little, maybe suck him a little, and defiantly fuck him-a lot.” She smirks as she walks out my office.
I hate that bitch.
I hate every bitch who thinks she can put a finger on Liam.
I thought I understood what jealousy was when Lucas was dating Amber in college but I was wrong. This burning in my chest is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I know I’ll be at Liam’s door tonight. Liam knows I’ll be at his door tonight. I spent all my life being a cold hearted bitch to men and now that my heart is beginning to thaw, I’m scared shitless that this man will rip it out, put it on a platter and eat it. He may be more cold-hearted than I am, his heart is probably frozen solid.
Lucas burst through my door frightening me. Confusion and alarm painted over his face. He rushes towards me and pulls me up into an unexpected hug. I try to calm him but he fidgets around uncontrollably.
“He’s back,” is all he says. He doesn’t need to say anything else, I already know who ‘he’ is. I wish I knew how to fix this for him. I want to tell Liam to leave for Lucas’ sake but I want him to stay for mine.
“Who’s back?” I innocently coerce him into telling me what I already know.
“Liam,” he answers letting go of me and begins to pace across the office. “Ten years…ten years and now he’s back. I don’t understand what he wants from me. I think he’s out for revenge; he’s so cold and angry. That man I just met with is not the Liam I grew up with.” he’s highly strung and jittery. I can’t understand why he lets this man affect him so severely. But who am I to talk, Liam has a severe effect on me too just in a totally different way.
“Listen baby, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. Maybe he wants to reconcile.” This, is a flat out lie, and I say it only to calm Lucas down but I know that man is here to start a war and I may be the first casualty.
“I don’t know, but Anna can’t handle the stress right now. I need to protect her at all cost.” Lucas declares decisively. I know Liam showing up here has a purpose but I doubt he’s come back to hurt his mother.
“Don’t worry yourself so much Lucas. We’ll protect Anna together. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”
Chapter 4
Isabella
I walk down the sidewalk towards MADD Pulse listening to Sia’s titanium on my iPhone. I notice men stopping to stare at me. My thigh high leather boots hug my legs like a second skin. The red mini skirt I’m wearing cuts off right under my ass matched with a black belly shirt that shows off my navel piercing. I look like an expensive whore but I don’t care, I feel free. Dr. Katz will spend hours trying to get me to understand why I do these outrageous things but I just don’t think it runs that deep. Tonight I want to be Liam’s dirty little whore and no one is going to stop me.
I arrive at the club and realize it’s closed. Not sure what to do, I go around the side and find a heavy dark metal door with a bell beside it. I ring the bell praying I won’t have to wait long in this deserted alley dressed like a hooker. Dark alley plus scantily clad woman is not a good combination. A buzz interrupts my nervous rant. I push the door and make my way up the stairwell.
At the top of the stairs I can see Liam waiting for me down the hall. He’s leaning against the doorframe in pajama pant, bare feet, and bare chest. His sexy disheveled hair and the way he licks his lower lip causes my steps to falter. His hungry gaze runs down my scantily clad body as I strut towards him.
I halt inches away from him not sure if I should touch him. Every cell in my body cries out for me to touch him. I don’t have to wait long as Liam grabs me by the waist pulling me up against his hard body.
“You walked the street in this?” he whispers into my ear.
“Yes”
“Don’t do it again,” he warns me. “Next time you put what’s mine out on display like this I’ll turn that sexy ass of yours pink.”
I should be pissed he’s trying to control me but my pussy clenches in anticipation. Would he really spank me? I’ve never been into that kind of thing but I want to push him to do it. He leans in and kisses me angrily. He wants me to know he’s serious, that he possesses all of me. But he doesn’t, he can’t because I won’t allow him too. Whatever he wants from me physically I’ll deliver to him. Emotionally, there's nothing there to give.
Liam drags me into his apartment slamming the door behind him. He drags me over to a large leather wingback chair in the middle of the living room and calmly sits leaving me standing in front of him.
“Take it all off. Leave the boots and your panties on,” he instructs.
I stand a few feet away from him, his intense gaze urging me on. I slightly spread my thighs as I inch the skimpy skirt up revealing a black lace v-cut thong. I pull the stretchable material over my stomach and head and toss it across the room. I reach behind my back to untie the strings holding my shirt on. As I loosen the last strand the material drifts to the floor.
“Come closer,” he shifts to the edge of his seat. “Turn around, bend over and touch your toes.” He commands when I’m within inches of him. I do as he says without hesitation, my ass now inches away from his face. His hand runs up my boots resting at the top, caressing my thigh. He places his face between my legs, his nose rubbing against the wet crotch of my thong.
“You smell so good…I have to taste you.” He swiftly pushes my panties to the side and envelopes my pussy with his hot tongue.
“Oh…Oh God,” I suck in a breath trying to maintain my balance. My legs begin to tremble as his tongue draws circles around my clit. He slides off the chair unto his knees, spreading my legs wider and positioning his head between my legs to where I can see his hair poking out in between my legs. His tongue begins thrusting in and out my pussy, I let go of my feet and grab hold of his hair. The pleasure too intense, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stand on my jelly legs.
He returns to my throbbing clit lightly sucking on it. His finger replaces the lost of his tongue inside me. He thrust his fingers in me rapidly while rolling my clit with his tongue. Flashes of color burst behind my eyelids. I grip his hair so hard I think I might rip some of it out. My legs give out as my climax grips me.
“Liam!! Oh God Liam!! I scream. He withdraws his finger and grips my hips with his hands, holding me in place as I ride out my orgasm. Liam licks and sucks every last drop of my essence. As I come down from my high I realize I’m on my knees on the floor and Liam is standing over me-nude, his erection angry, turning the tip of his cock almost purple in color.
He reaches out his hand and I grab it letting him help me to my feet. He leads me down a hallway past the room we were in last night to a door at the end of the hall. He opens a door and reveals an expansive office with chic chairs and large glass desk. He leads me to the desk, grabs me by the waist and sits me on the edge of it. The cold glass feels good against my warm ass.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you on a desk since seeing you all prim and proper in that little business outfit this morning.” He states.
He leans in and kisses me, gentler this time, sucking on my bottom lip before letting his tongue explore my mouth. His hands cup my breast engulfing them in heat. I moan as he unexpectedly pinches my nipples. He rolls them between his rough fingers sending jolts of electricity through my body. I break
the kiss, panting from the intense sensations running through me. His hands run down my side to the edge of my thong. He grabs the edge and I lift my ass so he can pull it down my legs.
He spreads my leg wider, looking into my eyes as he spread my juice over my clit with his fingers. My eyelids get heavy from the pleasure but I open them back up when I feel the tip of his cock is my entrance. I immediately throw up my hands to hold him off.
“Condom.” I order.
“Do you use protection with Lucas?” he asks.
“Always,” I respond.
“Perfect, so we don’t need it. This pussy is mine and nothing comes between me and what’s mine.” He glides my hands up around his neck, grabs my hips and slowly feeds me his extraordinary cock. His eyes glaze over and the hands at my hips tremble slightly as he begins to move. Pushing in then out, in then out, umm…so good.
His forehead rest against mine as his pace increases. I grab hold of his strained neck as his hands tighten on my hips and he begins bang me so hard I’m afraid the glass table will break. His breathing is erratic, a thin sheen of moisture covers his muscular body.
He squeezes my nipple and commands, “Come now.” He’s holding back for me. I’m so close, I want to come for him. He shifts and sucks my neck the tingling in my pussy explodes. I open my mouth to scream but nothing comes out. My mouth frozen in a silent Ooo. I watch as Liam throws his head back a roars his release, the veins prominent on his thick neck. Hot cum floods my channel as my pussy clenches, greedy for more.
We stand there panting, still entwined in each other for what seems like eternity. Gazing into each other’s eyes; shocked by the enormity of this bond we’ve quickly formed. I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I met this man last night.
My soul knows him.
My body craves him.
My heart abhors him for these emotions he’s conjured up in me.
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