Beautifully Broken (Beautifully Series, Book 1)

by Bethany Bazile

  The doors slide open and I walk through our lobby in silence hating that I can’t chain her up to keep her away from Lucas. I carry the dinner we picked up on our way home into the kitchen. She silently follows trying to evaluate the situation from her spot across the room. She watches me set the plates down with a scowl I can’t seem to wipe off my face. She sits across from me watching my efforts to act fully engrossed in my meal. She hasn’t even made an effort to touch her food.

  “It’s a business trip Liam,” she says finally breaking the silence. “I leave on a Friday we’ll have meetings on Saturday then I’ll be home on Sunday.”

  “The only way you’re going is if I come with you.” I say uninterested in hearing her plead her case for Lucas and their so called friendship.

  “You can’t because it’s the same weekend you’re supposed to be in New York and you’ve already postponed that twice. Besides you and Lucas in the same city is a war zone. I don’t want to spend the whole weekend with two agitated men.”

  I stop eating to look into her pleading eyes, “You have to trust me on this Liam. Lucas and I are over but I need to be able to hold on to our friendship. I fucked it up so badly maybe this trip will help guide us on the road to repair.”

  “You just don’t get it do you? The only way you can repair that friendship in Lucas’ eyes is to go back to him. You don’t even work for him anymore. Why are you doing this?” I say taking a deep breath to calm my annoyance with how naïve she is when it comes to Lucas. I’ve never met a woman so strong with a solid head on her shoulder like Ella. But throw Lucas into the equation and all that common sense goes to shit.

  She places a hand over mine sensing how close I am to exploding. “You guys own the company together so I still work for him too. These clients are old college mates and there company is computer based so my being there will be at a great advantage to your company.” I could care less what Lucas does with his side of the company, that argument won’t get her anywhere with me. The Lucas I know will not roll over and let me win this one.

  “I’m not going to spend what was supposed to be a good night arguing over Lucas. You want to go to Vegas? I say fuck no but you’re a big girl you’ll do what you want, I see it in your eyes. I’m warning you now if you’re going to go down there and delude yourself about Lucas’ intentions fine but if you’re going to fall for his bullshit whining and guilt trips there will be hell to pay for both of you.” I leave her at the table the anguish in the pit of my stomach ruining my appetite.

  I tear my clothes off and get into the shower letting the piping hot water scorch my skin. I need to feel something other than the feeble excuse of a man I’ve become over love. I hate not being in control and this love shit is uncontrollable. It twists and turns at the most unexpected moments. It sends you on a euphoric high just to fall to your knees from the knife wounds inflicted to your heart.

  The thought of leaving her alone with Lucas thousands of miles away from me is eating me up inside. If I could put my trip off again I would do it in a heartbeat but I have to meet with a huge client who’s already been beyond understanding. Not to mention I haven’t checked on my remaining business venture in the city. Before Ella I hopped from state to state bi-weekly, now I just want to stay here with her. I’m going to have to start bringing her along if I want to maintain my empire. Spending a whole weekend in New York without her was already inconceivable, now with her in Vegas with Lucas I won’t be able to concentrate on anything but that prick trying to persuade her into going back to Chicago.

  I turn at a sound and see Ella strutting towards me in all her naked glory. She steps under the waterfall showerhead and streams of water rushes down her body, soaking her from head to toe. I watch it flow over her ample breast continuing down between her legs. My disloyal cock jumps to life not caring how pissed I am at her.

  She notices me swelling to life and smiles and bats her eyes at me coyly. She wants to play? Now? With my emotions surging from our disagreement I’m not sure this is a good idea. My anger mixed with my love for her will spur me to fuck her within an inch of her life. Take her so thoroughly, she won’t be able to remember Lucas even exists.

  She steps out from under the waterfall and pours some fruity smelling gel in her hand then smooth’s it over her skin enticingly. She pauses at her nipples massaging them slowly with her slippery fingers. She leans her head against the wall pushing her breast out as she moans in pleasure. One hand deliberately travels down her taut navel taunting me as her fingers pauses to toy with the small patch of hair she always maintains on her pussy. My cock begins to throb with anticipation. The little show she’s putting on is so erotic there’s no way I won’t have her bent over against that wall soon, pounding into her with all my pent up rage.

  Her fingers worm into the fold of her cunt and she cries out blatantly trying to invoke a reaction out of me. She spreads her leg, rolling her clit in her fingers alluringly. The heavy smell of her arousal infiltrates my senses. The misty steam spreading the intoxicating aroma within the cavern-like enclosure. She groans slipping her finger into the tunnel my cock desperately wants to fill. Her groans turn into quiet little whimpers as she stimulates her clit with one hand while the other is plunging in and out of her. A sharp cry echoes within the shower as she climaxes. Her legs tremble and her finger slacken as she slides down the wall, flaccid and still reeling from her self-inflicted orgasm.

  I grab her arms lifting her off the floor. Her unfocused eyes pop open and she wraps her arms around my neck. I grab her butt cheeks and lift her slowly lowering her unto my aching shaft. Her eyes widen in shock of receiving all of me at once but now that’s she’s taken her pleasure at hand I plan to take mine deep inside her sinful body.

  I jerk her up and down my cock ruthlessly, her tits bouncing up and down. Water slouches over her body as I move under the shower head. She leans her head back letting the water flow between us. I’m not sure which is hotter her pussy or the water flowing over my cock every time I pull out but it feels fantastic. I drill her onto my cock until my knees get weak and my muscles are begging me for mercy. I lift her off my throbbing cock and bend her over a nearby bench. This time when I slam into her from behind I go so deep she yelps. Despite her continual yelps my insistent pounding into her tight warmth don’t waver.

  My body begins to fall into rapture. My balls tighten achingly and tingles begin at the base of my cock shooting out to the tip. Her pussy produces a series of gut wrenching squeezes around my cock. I hear her scream out her release, stuttering things my climax impending mind can’t comprehend. Massive amounts of cum surge into her welcoming warmth. In the distance I can register some of her random words.

  “Love…only you…so happy.” She pants.

  I place one knee beside hers on the bench kissing the nape of her neck letting her know I feel whatever it was she was trying to profess to me also. She wiggles her butt against me causing my cock to twitch inside her. She giggles, “That thing has a life of its own.” She says pulling away separating our connection and robbing me of her warmth. She pulls me into her arm pressing her heated body against mine.

  “I love you Liam,” her eyes misting over with unshed tears. “Please just trust in that.”

  I lean my head against hers resigning to this oncoming trip. My anger at her spent in this wicked display of our love.

  “I trust you but if he tries anything he’s a dead man.” I guide her out the shower, gently wiping her down with a plush towel before leading her to our bed. I wrap my body around hers listening to her soft breaths until she falls asleep.

  ********

  Saturday morning I wake to the shrill of my phone on the bedside table. I reach my hand out blindly searching for the offensive object that jarred me from my slumber.

  “What” I snap into the phone.

  “Uhh…I’m sorry to interrupt you Mr. Maddox but your father is here and he insists on being let up.”

  Fuck, I’ve been avoiding him since I cam
e back but there was no avoiding him now. Hopefully I can get him out of here before Ella wakes up. A quick glance at her side of the bed confirms the ringing phone didn’t wake her.

  “Let him up,” I say throwing on a pair of sweats and brushing my teeth. I make it to the lobby just as the elevator doors close behind him. His fierce demeanor is an implication of the ensuing conversation.

  “Are you going to invite me in?” his tone is sharp and irritant. I lead the way into the den hoping to hurry this along. He sits in an armchair eyeing me suspiciously.

  “You’ve been back for two weeks and I have to hear this from someone else. What is going on with you son? You rushed back here before you could get rid of Lucas and his scumbag father. This is not like you at all. Are you trying to reconcile with Lucas?”

  “No I have not reconciled with Lucas but I’m done with that scheme you concocted. I have other businesses and responsibilities to worry about I don’t need to waste any more time on him.” Letting him know where I stand in the beginning of this conversation will cut the unnecessary bullshit.

  He squints at me, rubbing his goatee with his fingers, analyzing this new turn of events. “Did you see your mother?” he asks coldly. Damn I didn’t want to have to talk about her yet. I avoid his prying eyes trying to decide if I should confront him with my mother’s accusations.

  “You did,” he says rising from his seat. “What did she say to turn you against me? That bitch is still trying to ruin my life.” Rage replacing his suspicion.

  “No one brainwashes me,” anymore I think to myself. If what my mother says is correct then this man has been brainwashing me for years. “She ambushed me, said what she came to say then left. My decision to leave Chicago had already been made.”

  “What did she just have to tell you?” he stops in front of me, hands on his hips with wild eyes.

  “You really want to know?” He raises his eyebrows prompting me to continue.

  “She says you hit her for years, that you were in love with Cindy and you blamed everyone for not being able to have her. She says she left to escape your abuse.”

  “That lying bitch,” he whispers running his hand through his graying hair. His sharp appearance a little frazzled by his nervous demeanor. There’s not much I need him to say to me at this point, his fidgeting and roaming eyes all the answer I need. After of years of watching him in meetings and functions I can tell when he lies.

  “Liam listen-” he begins

  The door swings open causing him to stop mid-sentence. We both turn and watch Ella stroll in wearing a thong and a shirt that cuts off under her breast exposing the under swell of her tits. She was going to try to entice me with some early morning sex. She only came out of bed looking this sexy when she was feeling horny. She gasps when she realizes I’m not alone but is so comfortable in her skin, she makes no effort to cover up.

  “Sorry I thought you were alone. Hi,” she waves at my father as she leaves the room. The departing view of her ass is drool-worthy. I stare at the door she vacated not wanting to deal with the huge elephant now present in the room. My father clears his throat commanding my attention.

  “So that is what’s kept you too busy for your father. I couldn’t figure out how my strong, no nonsense son had came back going on about moving on and responsibility. Can’t say I blame you though, I’d change too for a piece of that ass. She looks like the type that likes it dirty. We’ve never shared before but maybe…” One second I was seated on the couch and the next I had my forearm jammed against my father’s throat and his head pushed up on the wall. Shocked by my lightning speed reaction he’s too late in fighting me off.

  “Don’t fucking talk about her like that. Don’t even fucking look at her.” I say through gritted teeth. A rush of blood flows to my head as I push off him, walking as far away as possible. It’s hard enough keeping random men away from Ella now my father wants to fuck her. My hands begin to tremble and I look back to see if he’s still there. I need that man gone now before I do something I’ll regret. He’s rubbing his neck looking at me in awe. Awe? I almost snapped his neck and he’s impressed.

  “Seems you’ve picked up some of my fighter genes” he says staying on his side of the room. “It’s too bad you’re wasting it on some tramp. I’ve been around longer than you son and trust me when I tell you that woman will be your downfall.” He walks out the door with those parting words. The door slams, echoing through my already throbbing head.

  “You okay?” Ella asks, cautiously entering the room and stopping in front of me.

  I nod my head in an attempt to halt her concerns. “That was my father,” I explain.

  “I really didn’t know he was here. I wouldn’t have come in here like this” she chews on her lower lip making me want to suckle them.

  “I know,” I assure her. She is well aware of how much I hate when she exposes too much. She’s actually worried that I’d be mad at her for being carefree in our home when I’m the one that should’ve warned her we had company.

  “What he say to make you so angry?” she massages my bare shoulders with her silky hands, soothing the knots bundled in them.

  “For one he lied about what happened with my mother than he insults me by saying he wants me to share my girl with him.” her hands halt their progress up my shoulders and she looks into my eyes.

  “You’ve shared women with your dad before?”

  “No, so I don’t know what makes him think I’d share you. He knows my home has always been off limits to women. The moment he saw you here he knew what you meant to me. He’s lucky I didn’t ripe his eyes out for the way he was eye fucking you.”

  “Shh…let me help you forget about him,” she steps back peeling her panties off her body. Once she throws it across the room she presses up against me. “Tell me how you want it? I’ll do anything you want.” She nibbles on my neck, her fingers running down my back.

  “Wrap that sweet mouth around my cock” I reply quickly forgetting my anger to get lost in her enchanting mouth. After she works me up with her mouth, I fuck her on the couch. This time I pull out before I cum, gushing all over her belly and spreading it around with my fingers. I wish I could permanently ink her with my cum then all other men would realize who this woman belongs to.

  Isabella

  A feeling of excitement races through my body as Liam squirts all over my body, I’m almost as excited as I am when he allows me to milk him of it. This strange sexual addiction I have to him is causing me to revel in every dirty little act we engage in together. I watch his naked ass exit the room leaving me there lying in his sticky release. My limbs are too numb to make an effort to get up. He returns moments later with a warm wet towel and reluctantly wipes off his mark on me.

  The rest of the day we ignore our issues not bringing up his dad or Lucas as we enjoy a rare day of peace. Being wrapped up in Liam is so natural I rarely want to be apart from him. I think going to Vegas may be harder on me than I anticipated. Not having Liam wrapped around me when I sleep will be torture. Some days the hours I spend apart from Liam in my office seem like an eternity. I’m sure to go into withdrawal having to be without him for an entire weekend.

  On Sunday Liam and I decide to come out of our day long seclusion to explore Palm Beach. Liam says he knows the best way we can explore Palm Beach. When he rents out two Segways I think he’s joking but after five minutes I realize that it’s really fun and we explore the city at ease. We cruise through downtown West Palm Beach and the waterway swerving around lingering people. Liam is so young and free this way. The man he was even a month ago a faint shadow of the grinning exuberant man making silly faces at me as we glide along Palm Beach.

  We stop for lunch at this great place called Grease burger. Oh…my god. I’ve never really had a burger before I went to this place.

  “I’ll have to starve myself for a week to compensate for all these calories.” I say as I bite into my black and blue burger.

  “Your flawless so don’t
worry about the calories.” He shakes his head at my absurd comment.

  I’m not flawless.

  I’m probably the most flawed person I know. I just don’t wear it on the outside. No matter how far down I bury the scars they always seem to rise to the surface and choke me with flashes of a time best forgotten. I center myself and focus on Liam not giving those memories the power to ruin the rest of my life.

  We ride back to the condo where I’m instructed to change into a decent swimsuit, preferably the plain one piece he bought me and pack for the beach. We get to the marina around two and Liam rents a jet ski for us to ride on. Apparently he’s feeling very adventurous today. Liam zooms around on the jet skis undistracted by my legs straddling him and my hand running over his solid abs.

  As fun as it was I’m happy when we get off the jet ski and I race him to the beach where I plunge into the water to cool my heated skin. The roar of that machine beneath me and half naked Liam in front of me had me hot in more ways than one. We frolic in the water like for a while, kissing and stroking each other under the water. He drags me out of the water when I get way too caught up in the moment. Not wanting to be exposed on a public beach he reprimands me for my bold tactics and brands me a nympho. He should blame himself for looking so damn gorgeous. All those wet rippling muscles tempting me beyond my limits.

  Other than our fight Friday night and the little incident with Liam’s dad the next morning the weekend turned out to be one of the best since moving here. I’m almost saddened that we have to return to normal life tomorrow. Liam is everything I never wanted but everything I ever needed.

  Oh…and we drove my new car around today. Liam was right. I LOVE THAT CAR!

  Chapter 15

  Isabella

  “Good morning Lillian,” I chirp cheerfully, bouncing through my reception area.