Beautifully Broken (Beautifully Series, Book 1)

by Bethany Bazile

  I tear her shirt open and buttons fly all over the bed. I grab her by her hair placing my cock into her warm receptive mouth. She swallows me eagerly, grabbing my ass to encourage me to give her more. I begin to pump my shaft in and out of her mouth, enjoying how wet and warm it is. She adds in suction every time I pull out, fighting against my withdrawal.

  She amazingly takes in more than half of my shaft, impressing me. I’m not sure if she has much of a gag reflex because she’s willing herself to take more. Her teeth gently grate the edge of my penis sending a prickling sensation up my spine. I squeeze both her breasts in my palms, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. Her moans produce a vibration against my cock, the mixture of sensations too much. I pound my hips against her mouth, careful to give her as much as she can take while feeding her urge to be treated savagely.

  The increase of speed turns her on, she slips her fingers into her panties stimulating her clit. The erotic display cracking what little control I had left, I cum so hard I’m afraid I might choke her with the massive spurts draining from my cock. Her hands shoot out of her panties, gripping my hips in an effort to keep me from withdrawing. My concern was completely unwarranted, she holds me captive in her mouth until she drains every drop from me.

  She wipes her mouth seductively, licking her fingers slowly. Damn she’s naughty and I love that about her. I crawl unto the bed, yanking her panties off and returning her smile. I cock an eyebrow warning her to hold on for what I have in store.

  “Liam we’ll be late for work” she moans as my finger runs down her slick folds.

  “No we won’t,” I respond lowering my head. “You’ll be coming in two minutes tops.”

  I spread her open with my fingers, licking her lips leisurely. Building up the intensity of her arousal as I blow gently on her clit every time I lick up her lips but avoid touching it with my tongue. That little nub, the only spot I neglect to lick having licked every crevice of her enticing pussy. When she begins to writhe and arch herself into my mouth I know she heightened to an almost unbearable point. I suck her clit into my mouth, fluctuating between gentle licks and sucks.

  Her body stiffens and her moan gets stuck in her mouth as she begins to come. Just as she reaches the pinnacle of her release I slam my semi-erect cock into her moist center causing her back to arch and her eyes to roll back in their sockets. I pound her into the mattress appreciating her incoherent mumbling and the way she clenches down around my shaft. I get thicker inside her as I listen to the melody of her straggled gasps. Her hips rise to meet each of my punishing thrust, my harsh breaths beginning to match her gasp. I didn’t expect to come again so soon but lightening blots of pleasure shoot up my shaft. She opens her eyes just as I’m exploding, demanding my attention. I fight to keep my eyes open as I flood her uterus in the same way I did her mouth.

  I pull her up to me, my breathing raged and her legs wrapped around my waist. I kiss her aggressively needing to posses her in every way. She matches my enthusiasm, our teeth clashes in our mad attempt to devour each other. When we finally break apart I realize she was right.

  We are going to be late for work.

  ********

  After getting stuck late at work last night, this morning session with Ella was more than necessary, even at the cost of being late. I kiss her passionately on the elevator doors open to her floor, glad Harris was standing on the other side to witness it. Ella goes on and on about them being just friends and maybe she’s right but when it comes to her I don’t trust any man. Leaving her there with my kiss and a body full of my seed eases my possessive tendencies today. Flashes of the way she made me come still running through my head.

  On my floor Daria and Jessica greet me as I pass them into my office. Of course my assistant, Gabriella is there ready for our daily rundown. She was not too happy about having to postpone a meeting I had this morning at the last minute. Her evil eye disappears within minutes; Gabby’s been with me so long her anger is easily forgotten once we get into our comfortable banter. She’s actually a college buddy that I let intern here. I was relieved when she did well, I knew there would never be anyone else I would trust more to run my life.

  She pauses on her way out of the office half an hour later and walks back to my desk. Her wild mass of brown curly hair sways as she walks towards me, her large doe-eyes nervous. She’s the sexiest full figured woman I’ve ever met. In college I almost crossed the line with her once but she refused. Our friendship was too important for her to risk and I’m glad she turned me down. She’s probably the only person I can really call a friend. But now she’s wearing her bad news face so I prepare myself for some extra time here fixing whatever situation that has her frowning. She leans over my desk looking into my eyes.

  “I didn’t know if it was my place to show you this but better here with me than out in public where you’ll be photographed.” She reaches into her oversized purse and drops a stack of printouts from CMZ website in front of me. My eyes instantly lock to the image of Ella on the first page. I look up at Gabby then back at the papers in hopes that the image will disappear. Ella is standing on a sidewalk embracing that Doctor she introduced me to. From the clothes she’s wearing there no mistake that this was just yesterday.

  Gabby turns around and leaves knowing that there’s nothing else she can do. The stabbing feeling in my chest increases as I read the headline.

  She’s a Man-Eater: Maddox’s New Babe Seen Embracing Sexy Celeb Doc

  According to the article she met him for an intimate lunch in their secret hideaway. Pictures of her holding his hand at various points during this lunch and another hug when she arrived are all posted with the article. I take a deep breath before I do something outrageously stupid.

  Fuck! I roar in the empty room. I need to talk to her immediately. I grab the scattered pieces of paper and storm out the door, impatiently strumming my fingers against the elevator door. The moment I step out onto her floor I see her huddled up with Lillian and Harris. Harris has his arm around her shoulders and I’m beyond fed up with his shit. I spring forward, grabbing Ella by the arm. She stares at me wide eyed trying to yank her arm back.

  “We need to talk now.” I say through gritted teeth, half dragging her away from a shocked Lillian.

  “Wait,” Lillian shouts, grabbing my arm. “Maybe you should calm down first.”

  “Stay out of this Lillian” I say, pulling my arm away.

  “Mr. Maddox I don’t think you should be man-handling-”

  “Mind your fucking business Harris,” I snap at Harris before he can finish his sentence, pulling Ella behind me. That little asshole thinks he can dictate when and how I’m going to talk to my girlfriend. I shove her into her office slamming the door shut behind us, sure to lock it before her savior comes. She scurries behind her desk trying to gain some distance from my wrath.

  “Liam we just had the most perfect morning, what the fuck is the matter with you?” she says leaning forward with her palms against the desk. I copy the pose on the opposite side of her desk, snarling at her as I throw the pile of papers in front of her. I watch her sharp intake of breath as she stares at the picture, too nervous to look back at me.

  She reluctantly flips through the pages stopping to read the article about her, shaking her head at the accusations. She finally looks back into my eyes anxiously, biting down on her lower lip.

  “You told me you can’t believe everything these people publish Liam,” she argues.

  “Maybe I can’t believe everything they say but the pictures, the pictures are real. That’s you with the same outfit you wore yesterday. The same fucking shirt I ripped off your body this morning!” I roar at her.

  I begin to pace in front of her desk, I need an outlet for this anger. I make my way to the door thinking this was a bad idea. She jumps in front of me blocking my exit by putting her body against the door.

  “Please just listen to me; I know I should have told you about Cayden, I’m sorry.”

  “Ca
yden, how cozy you two were in that cafe.”

  “I swear to you nothing is going on. I ran into him once while I was out with Lillian and I met him for lunch yesterday, that’s it.” Her eyes desperately plead with my heart to believe her.

  “Why’d you meet with him?” I grunt. She sighs closing her eyes, opening them back up when she’s ready to fess up.

  “He asked me to meet him after he helped me out with the panic attack I had the other day in the bathroom.” She says in a soft voice, barely audible.

  Her confession rocks me to the core. She called on another man to help her when I was here in the same building. “You called him instead of me?” I ask needing to be sure I understood the situation correctly.

  She nods her head pressing her lips into a straight line. Pain explodes in my chest causing my hands to tremble.

  “Damn it!” I slam my palm into the door next to her face and she flinches. After a few silent seconds I pull the door knob and she moves with little effort. I slam the door behind me ignoring the worried stares I receive from Harris and Lillian as I pass them on my way to the elevator.

  Isabella

  A large hand yanks me backwards while I’m having my morning chat with Lillian and Rich. I’m stunned to see a seething Liam glaring down at me. I try to yank my arm away but he’s too strong.

  “We need to talk now.” he says through gritted teeth, pulling me towards my office when a concerned Lillian intercepts.

  “Wait,” Lillian shouts, grabbing his arm. Cleary frightened by his demeanor. “Maybe you should calm down first.”

  “Stay out of this Lillian” he says softly, trying to calm her apprehension.

  Rich tries to step in when Lillian’s attempt fails, “Mr. Maddox I don’t think you should be man-handling-”

  “Mind your fucking business Harris,” Liam snaps at him, daring Rich to challenge him with his manic glare. I decide it would be best to remain silent until we get into my office. An all out brawl between my boyfriend, the boss, and Rich will end in catastrophe. This is a business and I don’t want our personal life to affect my co-workers.

  The second he releases my arm I rush to my desk not wanting to be in direct contact with his anger. “Liam we just had the most perfect morning, what the fuck is the matter with you?” I say leaning forward with my palms against the desk. He copies my pose on the opposite side, challenging me to make a wrong move as he throws the pile of papers in front of me. My eyes dart the picture and I think my heart stopped beating for a couple seconds. The fact that I kept this from Liam has come back to haunt me in the worse possible way.

  I flip through the pictures pausing at the article, keenly aware of Liam’s fiery gaze burning through my bent head. The implications in the article are backed up by the misinterpreted photographs. I bite on my lip as I glance at him, pain and anger warring in his beautiful eyes. I hate that I hurt him like this; I’m not sure how to get him to believe anything I say when I’ve already lied to him.

  “You told me you can’t believe everything these people publish Liam,” I say hoping to make him realize the article is just media entertainment.

  “Maybe I can’t believe everything they say but the pictures, the pictures are real. That’s you with the same outfit you wore yesterday. The same fucking shirt I ripped off your body this morning!” He shouts at me. I fight back the tears brimming in my eyes.

  I don’t cry.

  Never cry. I remind myself but I can feel myself losing him, the fear shaking me to the core as I watch him moving towards the door. I race forward desperate to fix this, blocking his exit with my body against the door.

  “Please just listen to me; I know I should have told you about Cayden, I ‘m sorry.”

  “Cayden,” he says his name like something repulsive. “How cozy you two were in that cafe.”

  “I swear to you nothing is going on. I ran into him once while I was out with Lillian and I met him for lunch yesterday, that’s it.” I plead, staring into his cold eyes knowing I’m not getting through.

  “Why’d you meet with him?” He grunts at me showing his first sign of pain. If I tell him I needed Cayden it will hurt him worst but I refuse to lie to him any further.

  “He asked me to meet with him after he helped me out with the panic attack I had the other day in the bathroom.” I say lowering my head not able to bare the shattered look in his face.

  “You called on him instead of me?” his voice quivering with each word. I nod my head turning to look at him.

  “Damn it!” I flinch as his hand slams against the door so furiously the sound will probably have Rich and Lillian racing back here. His heavy animal like puffs of breath blow against my cheek, wild eyes settling on mine in disbelief. He’s so close to me I ache to touch him, comfort him but I repress the urge. I feel the door nudging my back and step aside, crumbling to the floor at the sound of the door slamming.

  Heavy footsteps race down the hall and burst through the door as I remain seated on the floor, frozen. Rich kneels down in front of me gently holding my face between his hands, gazing into my eyes.

  “Isabella are you all right? I swear if he hurt you…”

  “Stop.” I manage to say before he jumps to conclusions. “He didn’t hurt me, I hurt him.”

  His eyebrows furrow in confusion. He pulls me into his arms comforting me while Lillian’s hands caress my hair. My head tells me this is the part where I let it out and cry but I feel surprisingly numb. I begin to shut down the emotions attempting to plague my heart. I push Rich off, slowly rising up and walk to my desk.

  “Go back to work.” I say trying not to focus on the scattered pictures on my desk. I want to pretend like nothing happened and I’m still as blissfully happy as I was a couple hours ago. I sweep my arm across the desk, the offending photos scattering on the floor. Rich picks one up and looks back at me with pity in his eyes. I don’t want his pity, I want him to get the fuck out and leave me in my misery.

  Lillian peeks at the picture he’s holding then gasps. She picks up the other photos pausing to read the small article. She walks to me shaking her head, tossing them into the trash. She sits on the edge of my desk closest to me.

  “What happened? You’ll feel better if you talk about it.” She says. I’m not good at this friendship stuff so opening up may not be an option. With Lucas I never let him see these kinds of flaws in me so I never needed to talk about my problems, I just buried them where no one could see. My whole life’s been turned into a series of change, so I take a deep breath deciding to let my friends help me.

  “Cayden’s just a friend, he helped me through a few panic attacks and I was just thanking him. I didn’t tell Liam about this meeting or calling Cayden when I needed help.” I explain. “He’s so furious at me, probably more so for turning to another man. I know how possessive Liam is so I tried to keep this from him. Huh…he always has a way of revealing the truth about me, lying has never been an option with Liam.” I cover my face trying to clear the image of Liam’s distraught face. His pain radiates through me, leaving a knot in the pit of my stomach

  “I’ll be honest,” Rich says. “As a guy, if I was dating you and this surfaced I’d be really hurt also but just give him time. You’re a fantastic woman and there’s no man that would give you up without a fight.” He squeezes my arm, half smiling at me.

  “I agree, I’ve known Liam for years and have never seen him express that kind of passion towards anything or anyone.” Her hand caresses my hair like a mother does her child. “He loves you Isabella, he’ll forgive you.”

  The rest of the workday is a bust. My mind can’t stay focused long enough to be efficient. Around 4 o’clock I decided to leave, ignoring the looks of pity from my office mates. I hate pity. I don’t want to be pitied. I take a cab home since I rode in with Liam this morning hoping to have a little time to think before he gets home.

  I soak in the tub for almost an hour hoping it will relieve some of my tension but it doesn’t work. Hours pass
and night falls, by one in the morning a feeling of dread sets in. The churning in my gut increases as thought of him downstairs with Arianna plagues my mind. I grab my phone and hit his speed dial.

  “Heyy…” he answers in an oddly jubilant tone.

  “Liam where are you?”

  “Some…bar,” I hear shuffling sounds, then definite female giggling.

  “What bar, I’m coming to get you.” I snap, pissed that he’s at a bar giggling with some skank while I’m here pacing like a caged animal.

  “I don’t want…don’t come.” More shuffling then a voice asks who he’s talking to. “My girlfriend” he answers. Well thank god I’m still his girlfriend.

  “Liam please, you’re too drunk to drive let me pick you up.” I beg him.

  “No,” he says clearly. “Hurts too much…can’t…look…at you”

  That irritating woman asks him if he’s there to talk to his girl or have fun. Her voice so clear I know she’s practically in his lap. “Don’t worry honey, I’ll take care of him for you tonight.” She says to me before the line goes dead. Heat rushes to my face and my hands clench into fist. That slut is going to take advantage of Liam’s vulnerability and I don’t have a clue how to find him. Fuck! I know I brought this unto myself but I can’t take Liam sleeping with another woman as equal punishment for not telling him about Cayden. If he sleeps with that skank we’re done.

  ********

  Liam never came home.

  I spend a restless night of tossing and turning, falling asleep just to jerk back awake from dreams of Liam fucking some random woman. I cake on concealer under my eyes to hide the bags before jumping in my convertible to head to work. I get there almost two hours early and let out a sigh of relief when I see Liam’s car. I use my keys to gain access to his floor, relieved that no one’s at reception yet.

  I slide my key into the slot next to Liam’s office door and it slides open. The office is eerily quiet and empty. He has to be here if his car is downstairs. I make my way to the back suite and hear faint music playing behind the door. I open the door to a darkened suite. The early morning sun is just peeking at the horizon giving off a slight glow in the room. King of Leon wails about how he can use somebody. I nervously approach the bed noticing a hump, praying that some woman isn’t wrapped up in his strong arms.