Beautifully Broken (Beautifully Series, Book 1)

by Bethany Bazile

  A shadow falls over me; I can’t focus enough to look at who came to save me. A soft spoken man’s voice begins to seep through my scattered mind. He asks me something but I can’t concentrate enough to understand.

  “Breathe. Breathe in through your nose. You’re having an anxiety attack. Breathe through it, it will be over soon.” My hand reaches out and clings to his arm as if the torment I’m feeling will drown me if I don’t cling to him. I take a deep breath through my nose as he instructed.

  “Good,” he praises my effort. “Again” he encourages rubbing his hand up and down my arm. The pressure slowly decreases with each breath and each word of encouragement he offers. When I finally open my eyes and look at him I’m surprised to see he’s not the chauffer as I assumed.

  Someone has sent an angel down to save me. He’s serenely handsome with soft boyish features. His wavy shoulder length blonde hair blows in the breeze and his aviator glasses shield his eyes.

  “Feel better?” he asks removing his sunglasses revealing uniquely golden eyes that captivate me. Flecks of gold brighten in the sunlight as he smiles at me. I can’t seem to form the words to respond, not sure if it’s an after effect of the attack or that I’m too mesmerized by him. I nod at him reassuring him I’m fine.

  He stands from his squatted position and reaches a hand out to help me up. I straighten my skirt which rose up inappropriately high around my thighs. I take a deep breath, rubbing my shaky hands together.

  “Relax,” he says watching me tightly wring my hands together.

  “Where did you come from,” I croak finally finding my voice.

  He points at the small plane a few feet away, “I just landed. Came out saw a lady in distress and thought I’d play knight in shining armor.” He smirks running his hand through his surfer boy hair.

  “You really did save me. You have no idea how bad that was.”

  “Actually I do, I’m a psychologist so it wasn’t hard to figure out you were having an anxiety attack.” He puts a hand out in introduction, “Dr. Cayden Knight.”

  “Oh…you really are a knight,” I smile at him. “Isabella Moss” his warm hand envelops mine while an odd look passes through his eyes as I stare into them.

  “Ella?”Liam’s voice breaks my trance. I turn to see him staring at our joined hands. I hadn’t even realized I was still clasping Cayden’s hand. I release him grabbing Liam’s larger much rougher hands and pull him over.

  “This is Dr. Cayden Knight. Cayden, my boyfriend Liam Maddox.” It feels so good to be able to call Liam mine. In Chicago we had to hide everything we were to each other. Liam hesitantly shakes Cayden’s hand, still evaluating the situation.

  “Your girlfriend was having a really severe panic attack” Cayden explains, sensing Liam’s unease. “You should watch her for the rest of the day. Make sure she rests because she's going to feel pretty tired after the stress her body went through.” He advises Liam in full doctor mode.

  Liam looks at me through squinted eyes, “You had a panic attack?”

  Great I really wish Cayden would not have mentioned it to Liam. It’s our first day here and I don’t need Liam forcing me to lie in bed all day.

  I nod silently, watching the concern blossoming in his eye. He pulls me into his arm kissing the top of my head. “I’m sorry.”

  Surprised by his apology I push him back with a hand against his chest, “For what?”

  “I know how hard it was for you to move here with me, I shouldn’t have-”

  “No” I interrupt him. “This was not your fault. I’m happy with you wherever we are.” I pat him on the cheek and turn to face Cayden.

  “It was a pleasure meeting you Doctor and I thank you again. I’ve never experienced something like that and you rescued me.

  “Anytime Isabella.” He reaches into his pocket taking out a card and hands it to me. “Anytime,” he says telling me with his sparkling eyes to call him when I needed help. He waves at Liam then turns and walks to his waiting car.

  Liam ushers me to our car and holds my hand throughout the entire ride home. On Ocean Ave we pull up to a tall building that houses Liam’s condo. The palm trees and beach that surround it are very calming.

  At the reception Liam advises the property manager that I will be residing here now and that I was to be made comfortable. We walk through the lavish lobby to the bay of elevators. He insets a card into the elevator and we ride directly to the top floor. As the doors slide open I’m impressed by the size of the lobby up here. Two large stainless steel doors lead into a sitting room. Then another set of doors lead to what Liam says is the foyer which is three times the size of the Lobby.

  “Is this whole floor yours?” I ask amazed by the amount of space in this condo.

  He nods his head leading me into the open living/dining area. The large dark furnishing and sleek table more fitting with his personality than his place in Chicago. The ocean beyond the sliding glass door entices me to run down to the beach and jump in. The balcony is big enough to throw a party on.

  “Does that balcony wrap around the building?” I ask not being able to see where it ends.

  “Half way around the building, it connects from here to the bedroom suite.” He says wrapping his arm around me from behind. “Why don’t you go out there and get some air?”

  “Hello…afraid of heights.” I say cocking my head back to glare at him. His knowing smile confirms that he was taunting me.

  “I’ll get you over that someday,” he says grabbing my hand and pulling me to the master suite. I grew up in a big house and my parents were very well off but I never experienced anything like his master suite. Large windows cover a 180 degree angle of the large circular room. Lush golden drapes are cloaking the windows giving the room a darkly dangerous appearance. Stripes of lights wrap around the platform leading up to the bed and flecks of light glitter off the dark shiny marble floor.

  The circular vaulted ceilings immediately ensnare my vision; its intricate dark wood patterns are dotted with recessed lights which shoot beams of colored light at the carved headboard giving it a jungle like appearance. The carvings on the huge four poster bed resemble vines and are back dropped by sheer white curtains that run along the sides of the bed then are loosely tied around the other two posts.

  This bed is made for back-clawing, sheet-tearing animal sex. My nipples tighten just imagining all the ways I’m going to love this man on it. I glance at him, leaning against the doorframe enjoying my admiration of his room.

  “Wow this is…I don’t even have words. How many women have you fucked on this bed?” I ask as the thought pops into my head.

  He begins to chuckle, straightening up and walking towards me. He envelopes me in his arms nuzzling my neck, “None yet, I was hoping I could convince you to be the first.”

  Elated that the ghost of women past wouldn’t be haunting me at night, I grab his face and kiss him deeply. We stand there lost in each other, our tongue mingling while we pant heavily in excitement. My hand slips under his shirt inching towards his belt buckle, he latches on to my hand completely cutting off my access to his body.

  I whine against his mouth as he traps my arms behind my back. “You had a panic attack today, I’m going to order you something to eat then run you a bath. You need to relax.”

  “Liam…What I really want from you will relax me. Immensely.” I pout at him.

  “If you’re a good girl and do as I tell you; tonight I’ll give you so much of what you want you’ll be limp when I’m done with you.” He says turning and leaving me alone in his circular den of hedonism.

  After lunch Liam lead me into the master bath. The exotic tone from the bedroom extends into this extravagant bathroom. The earth tone tiles are brightened up by yet another sliding door that lets in light from the wrap around balcony. A pathway made of shiny black rock is carved into the tile starting from the shower leading across the room and out the sliding doors and ending at a massive hot tub.

  The shower is
large enough to fit five people comfortably. The door-less cavern is covered by a mosaic design and at the very center is a design of a dark haired woman. She’s lying on her side nude. She’s a siren I think, luring us with the flute she plays. The flute so long its metal tip ends between her spread legs. My pussy gets slick from looking at the seductive artwork.

  “You’re such a pervert,” I giggle hitting him on his shoulder.

  “You’re just as perverted as I am. If I put my hand down your panties right now you’ll probably drip all over my fingers.”

  He laughs at my telling smile, following me back to the large claw foot tub. He fills it with luxurious smelling oils and helps me in.

  “Just how rich are you?” I ask as I sink into the warm water, feeling like I’m in paradise.

  He shrugs his shoulder brushing off my question. “You’ll never need for anything.”

  “I don’t need your money Liam, the only thing I’ll ever need is you.” He places a kiss on my forehead before exiting.

  Chapter 12

  Isabella

  I take a nap after my bath and wake feeling refreshed, all the tension I felt as I got off the plane this morning has vanished. I walk into the living room wearing a cami top and boy shorts. Liam quickly hangs up the call he was on when he sees me. His eyes darken as he takes in my lack of clothing. He stares at my rock hard nipples poking through my top.

  “Your such a tease.” He accuses.

  “What?” I pretend to be shocked at the accusation gently rubbing my nipples through my shirt, moaning loudly.

  “You came in here dressed like that knowing it would get me hard”

  “Liam you’re always hard, it’s a foregone conclusion.” I say as I approach him, sliding the straps of my shirt down my shoulder until my breasts are exposed.

  “Stop.” He reprimands me, pulling my shirt back up. “You're trying to ruin my plans.”

  “If you keep turning me down I’m going to start thinking you don’t want me anymore.” My eyes plead with him to ease my lingering insecurities. He grabs my hand cupping it against his rock hard erection.

  “I always want you Ella. Just the thought of you makes me hard.” He says allowing me to rub him, “Now go put something sexy on so I can take you out to dinner. The first time I fuck you here I want you tied to my bed.”

  Holy shit!

  He wants to tie me to his jungle bed and fuck me. I’ve never been this excited about anything. Visions of Liam strapping me down invade my mind.

  “Ella!” he breaks through my thoughts with his authoritive voice. “Get out of your head and get into the room.” He smacks my ass causing me to yelp from the sting. I skip into the room anticipating a piece of Liam’s domination.

  I decide to go for the conservative look so twenty minutes later I sway into the living room in a skin tight ivory sheath dress that stops right above my knees. The deep v-cut back reveals most of my back giving it a sexy edge. I put my hair up into a messy bun with loose tendrils falling to my face. I finish the look off with a red belt around the waist and my favorite red bottom shoes.

  Liam takes a spin around me whistling his approval at my appearance. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”

  “I’ll always choose you,” I say as he leads me into the foyer. I notice a bottle of girly massage lotion on the entrance table and pick it up. “I thought you said you don’t bring women here?” I ask slightly puzzled.

  “I don’t,” he says taking the bottle out of my hand and placing it back at the table.

  “Where did that come from?” I ask as we walk into his lobby.

  “I picked it up earlier while you were asleep.” He’s fidgeting in front of the elevator and something just feels off to me.

  “You had time to go out and buy this?” I just don’t picture Liam going to the store to buy something like this, that’s what he hires people to take care of.

  “No.” the elevator arrives and he attempts to get in but I grab his hand making him face me.

  “Where did you get it from, Liam?” I pry.

  “Ella we just got here today, let me take you to dinner and we’ll talk about it later.”

  “No. We talk now.” I say resting my hand on my hip waiting for his response.

  He sighs running his hand through his hair, yup defiantly nervous.

  “I got it from my other place.” He finally answers.

  Why would he need another place for this place is big enough for a small army? His eyes dart around the room not wanting to make contact with mine. I grab his face forcing him to look into my eyes. The fearful cloud passing over his face causes the answer to click in my mind.

  “You have a fuck pad!” I scream at him. He huffs rubbing his hand over his face.

  “Look I won’t lie to you and risk you leaving me again. I’ll tell you everything.” He walks over to the lounge chair and takes a seat, patting the cushion next to him commanding me to join him.

  “Where is your other place?” I ask.

  “Fourth floor,” he answers quickly.

  I dart up from my seat glaring down at him, irrational thoughts running through my mind.

  “You have a fuck pad here? In this building?” I ask sounding rather calm. He nods, his eye darting nervously to the elevator, afraid I’ll take off.

  “I don’t like having women in my space but I like to fuck so I figured this would be the most convenient way.” He explains.

  “So you fuck random chicks downstairs then send them down the elevator to the lobby while you come up here.” I say trying to get a grasp on how this all works.

  “Occasionally I’ll bring a woman there and leave, when I’m done she’s free to stay to the next day but usually I see someone for a few months at a time, it’s more convenient for her to stay there during that time.” My eyes widen at his confession. I can actually see the line of women coming out that place in my head. I stop in front of him and look into his eyes.

  “Is someone there now?” I mean why else would he go down there today.

  He nods his head getting up to face me.

  “Liam you have a fucking girlfriend living downstairs!” I scream into his face.

  “No, she’s not my girlfriend. We had an arrangement and I let her know it was over, she’ll be gone in a couple days.

  “Oh my god… I can’t believe this shit.” My face is getting warm and I breathe deeply trying to calm the rage that’s bubbling inside me. He went to his fuck pad while I was sleeping. She probably offered to get him off. He’s never turned down sex before and now he’s pushed me away twice already today.

  “Ella,” he says caressing my face. “Nothing happened. I can see your pretty little head concocting all types of scenarios.”

  “How long has she been staying here?” my mind is screaming at me to shut up. It can’t handle any more information for fear of exploding.

  “Six months.”

  “Wow. I thought you had commitment issues?”

  “Ella I’m not in a committed relationship with her. She’s a model so she travels a lot and I hadn’t even seen her for a whole month before coming to Chicago. We have an arrangement. She knows I don’t do relationships so she makes herself available to me by staying here when she’s in town.” Great now I have to compete with a model.

  “And when she’s not available?” I ask.

  “There’s always someone else available. I’m not committed to her.”

  “What’s in this arrangement for her?” I wonder.

  A faint smile plays at his lips, his eyebrow cocking up “You’ve been in my bed.”

  “Oh god I think I’m gonna be sick.” I say making my way back into the condo. Flashes of Liam using his tongue on some sexy model like he does me invade my head, the pressure so swift I think my head will burst.

  “Baby I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He follows me into the bathroom. His hand pushes back the loose strands of my hair while I throw my lunch up. I sit on the floor in my fancy dr
ess feeling humiliated. He helps me to my feet and I immediately go to brush my teeth.

  His eyes watch me from behind. When I’m done I look into the mirror meeting his gaze. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say to his reflection. “I’ve never been jealous in my life and now I get violently ill at the thought of you with another woman.”

  He comes up behind me wrapping me in his arms. “I’m sorry for upsetting you. If you don’t want to stay here we can go to a hotel just let me stay with you.” He leans his head on my shoulder and I look at our reflection in the mirror. We really do make an astonishing pair. I would never leave, his fears are unnecessary. I’m more concerned with him leaving me for some lithe model on the fourth floor. Our eyes lock in the mirror.

  “I love you,” he utters huskily.

  “I know,” I reply not able to return his words. I hate the weakness I feel around him but I also love the happiness he bring into my heart.

  ********

  We eat in the middle of the living room, Chinese food cartons and chopsticks littering the floor. Having on an ivory dress while sitting on the floor probably not a bright idea but I don’t care. Liam and I are watching SNL, trying to see which one of us can reenact a scene better. I’m winning by far, Liam can’t keep a straight face long enough to do Seth Meyers ‘weekend update’.

  We laugh so hard at each other I finally have to quit as tears roll down my face. I’ve never laughed this much in my life and I never thought I would. Liam is unbelievably perfect and I watch from the bed as he strips down and heads to the shower his tight muscles flexing with every step.

  The shower runs as I slip out of my clothes into a sexy lingerie set I know will excite him. It’s a black, see through and backless teddy, a thin sting running over my hips holds it together. The top wraps around my neck, my erect nipples clearly visible through the transparent material. The panties are crotch-less leaving Liam the option of not having to take it off.