Made by Us: Giselle and Liam's Story (The Made Series Book 3) (5 page)

Ethan has a photo shoot this afternoon and I go to
Indulgence
. We’re going to meet later, but I may cancel. I want to call Marcia, but she’s on her honeymoon and it wouldn’t be right to burden her with my problems. Carmen would be there for me, but the situation is touchy since Liam is Cooper’s cousin and I don’t want to put her in the middle of anything. Crap, my life has become complicated in the last few days.

Thank goodness
Indulgence
is running smoothly. In the short time that we have opened our catering business we have been tremendously successful. Liam is the chef and I get to focus on my favorite aspect of cooking, which is baking. Now we are planning to incorporate hosting functions here. Our space is enormous and since Marcia paid off our mortgage, we have extra funds available to revamp the unfinished area. The kitchen is complete and up to code but we haven’t decided exactly what we want to do with the empty space.

My hands tremble as I dial Liam’s number. He picks up on the first ring.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey.”

There’s a lot of noise in the background.

“I was getting ready to call you. Today we’re going to be busy and this is the only time I’m free to talk.”

“Don’t let them work you too hard.”

“I won’t. I miss you.”

“You’ll be home soon.”

“Yeah, how was the meeting yesterday?”

“They want us to cater their wedding and they’re looking for a venue for the reception. I was thinking since the wedding is a few months away, we would have time to refurbish the large area in front and could have the reception here.”

“That sounds perfect, make it happen.”

“Okay, I’ll start today.”

“Babe, I have to go, miss you.”

This is the second time he has said this, tears form in my eyes.

“I miss you too.”

Before leaving our office, I grab my notebook and pencil, and head towards the unfinished open area. Several ideas come to mind. I definitely want the walls painted a neutral, yet happy color. A good pale yellow would work, but this thin gray carpet would need to be ripped up. Hardwood floors would coordinate perfect with a light yellow tone. The room is big enough to hold at least thirty small round tables, if not more. A bar could be built off one of the back corners, and maybe some registers for the wait staff could be put in a section prior to entering the kitchen. We already have a full waiting staff we use for catering events. Maybe we can offer a few full-time positions and everyone else will stay part-time.

I’m completely lost in my thoughts, because Meagan, our event coordinator, is standing next to me.

“Good Morning, Giselle.”

“Hey, Meagan. Perfect timing, I could use your help. I spoke with Liam earlier and told him about the meeting yesterday morning with the Hall’s. I want to have their reception here, but there’s a lot of work to be done. We only have three months to get everything done. Do you think it’s possible?”

“Absolutely, Giselle.”

“I was hoping you would say that. Ok, let’s get to work.”

I go over my notes with her. I begin researching different possible layouts and look up contractors who can do the work. I schedule three appointments for tomorrow to have estimates given. Hours later, I’m mentally exhausted but still working hard on my to-do list. At 6:00, Meagan tells me she’s going home. She explains what she’ll accomplish first thing in the morning. I wish her a good evening.

I linger around the office a little longer then it dawns on me that I was so consumed today I forgot to eat my lunch. While gathering my things and shutting the office down, I hear a knock on the side door. Meagan must have forgotten something, but it’s strange that she didn’t use her key. I open the door and Ethan’s standing on the other side.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had a feeling you were going to stand me up. I came to get you. Let me in.”

“No, let me get my stuff.”

I shut the door leaving him outside and quickly retrieve my purse. He leans against his motorcycle with helmet in hand. I lock the door.

“You hungry?” he asks as I approach him.

He holds out the helmet for me while examining the cap sleeve button up floral dress that I’m wearing with black tights.

“Do you need to go home and change first?”

Grabbing the helmet from him I state, “No, what’s wrong with my outfit?”

He sighs, “Come on, let’s go.”

I hop on the back and squeeze him tight when the engine roars. We take off into the night, the full moon tagging along behind us. I should have grabbed my black jacket this morning. The weather has grown cool since the sun went down. Hopefully we don’t have much longer to go as the wind is starting to make me chilly.

He turns into Divine’s parking lot and finds a spot not far from the door. He gets off first and then helps me. We’re seated immediately in a dimly lit booth.

He waits for me to slide in first and then takes his seat across from me. He orders us both water with lemon and rum and cokes.

“Easy on the liquor when making hers.” The waitress nods in acceptance and walks to the bar. “I thought we agreed last night was like old times. Don’t you feel the same way?”

Holding my head down, unable to make eye contact, I state, “What we’re doing is wrong, Ethan and it has to stop.”

“Giselle. Look at me.”

He lifts my chin, now there’s no avoiding his beautiful face.

“All I ask is for one more night and I’ll prove that everything we’re doing is right.”

“I don’t know. I’m torn and I know better. I want you, but how do I know you won’t hurt me again?”

“Take a chance and trust me.”

I close my eyes and whisper, “Okay.”

It’s always been hard to say no to him. Soon the waitress delivers the drinks and Ethan orders for us. He chooses the blackened swordfish with Caesar salad, mixed vegetables and baked potato.

Ethan removes the straw from his drink; brings it to his slender pink lips and takes a gulp. Watching him makes me a little moist; I excuse myself and head to the restroom. My flustered self is looking back at me in the mirror, and I’m unable to grasp the feelings I still have for Ethan. Liam’s who I want to be with but I can’t stay away from Ethan. One more night is what I need to be able to get him out of my system for good. I wash my hands and go back to the table where the salads have arrived.

“I was hoping you hadn’t run off.”

I unravel my silverware and lay the napkin over my lap. We eat our salads and nothing else is said until the main course is delivered.

“I hope you like this, Giselle; it’s one of my favorites. I know you are always up for trying something new.”

“If it tastes anything like the way it looks and smells I’m sure it’s delicious.”

Every bite is scrumptious and both plates are left empty.

“Should we order some dessert to go?”

“I’m pretty full but it may be nice to have later on.”

When the waitress comes back with the check, he orders two slices of cheesecake with strawberries and whipped cream. She comes back with a take-out bag and receipt for Ethan to sign. I take one last sip from my water glass before scooting out the long booth.  

When we leave the air is even cooler, he drapes his army-style trench coat over my shoulders. I slip my arms through the sleeves and it almost comes to my knees. Ethan has a long torso, whereas mine is short to fit my petite body. We both put on our helmets and climb aboard the black leather seat. He starts the bike and we turn in the opposite direction of
Indulgence.
Picking up my car or going home to an empty apartment is the last thing I want to do.

Once we’re back in his hotel room, Ethan pours us some champagne and I take the glass from him, he walks away. My back is turned towards Ethan and I place my purse on the dining room chair. After taking a small sip, I set the glass down on the table and start reaching in my purse for my phone. Before I’m able to find it, I can feel Ethan behind me. His cologne has me hypnotized right now, or maybe it was the rum and coke from earlier. Placing his hands on my hips, he slowly moves the right one up and gently moves my hair.  He starts kissing the side of my neck. The feeling is intoxicating and I want to reach behind and grab his rising penis. He presses me into the table; pushes up my dress and rips down my panty hose. Dropping to his knees, he unzips the back of my black ankle booties and frees my feet before taking the hose off completely. I love a man in control and now it’s my time to undress him.

I unbuckle his belt and then grab the bottom of his oatmeal colored crew neck sweater. He lifts his arms so I can easily pull it off, leaving him in just a white tee and jeans. I kiss him and then remove the white tee as well. His tongue moving around with mine has made me very moist between my legs. Aggressively, I rip open his button fly jeans, drop to my knees and start pulling them down. After taking off his brown boots, I do the same with his ripped denim wash jeans. Bringing my head back up, I see the hard penis growing under his briefs. I pull the waist band down so the crown falls directly in my mouth. I begin sucking until his entire penis is out and the briefs are around his ankles.  He moans as I make sure my saliva covers all of him. Ethan takes my hair in one hand and controls my head with the other, my mouth steadily takes his erection in and out. Once I get comfortable with his pace, he pulls me up on my feet and kisses me while starting to unbutton my dress. He stops kissing me and unhooks the bottom button. It falls to the floor where the other clothes remain and I stand wearing only my black satin bra and thong. Ethan stays on his knees. He seems to be enjoying the current view of my coochy within his mouths reach. Quickly he pulls my thong off and starts licking my well-trimmed vagina. I put one hand on his head and use the other one to grip the table behind me to steady myself. His tongue magically pleases my vagina, bringing new feelings I’ve never experienced before. He slides a finger inside while my clit continues to get cherished by his tongue. My arousal’s apparent and just before I can come he stands up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s time for me to dive inside that pussy.”

He grabs my hand and I follow him through the open double doors. Pausing at the night table he grabs a foil and slides it on. He unclasps my bra afterwards leaving us both completely exposed.

We kiss while I’m walking backwards and stopped by the bed. He lifts me up and sits me on the bed while gently pushing the rest of my body down. Pulling my legs a little, he brings my vagina closer to the edge making it easier for his upcoming insertion. He enters cautiously, leaning his body over mine as he slowly glides in and out. His lips trace the outer rims of my nipples then he closes his mouth over them one by one, sucking with intent. Stimulated from his rhythmic thrusts, my orgasm is about to transpire any minute now. At times, he pulls all the way out and when his penis reenters, the thick head rubs against my clit. Once his thrusts grow faster I know he has to be close and I start working my hips, taking over his pleasure. He grabs my hips and starts pounding harder. Unable to hold my orgasm any longer, I crash as it exits my body. A few pumps later, Ethan ejaculates and lays on top of me. Minutes go by before he finally lifts his head from my chest and kisses me before removing his penis and getting up.

I stay lying on my back with my eyes closed and soon feel the warm washcloth on my vagina. I look up to see him smiling as he cleans the space in which he just invaded. When he goes back in the bathroom I pull down the covers and wait for him to come out.

“Do you have an extra shirt I can use to sleep in?”

“I prefer you naked, but you can wear this.”

He hands me a tee-shirt that has the word, “Hollywood” across it. I put it on and get under the covers. I roll on my side so that my back is facing him. I shouldn’t be here. First thing in the morning I’m calling a cab and getting out before he wakes up. Finally, I fall asleep with Liam on my mind.  

Chapter Seven

My inner alarm clock wakes me at 4AM. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can see Ethan is still fast asleep. I gently remove the covers and keep my eye on him while sliding out of bed. When he shows no signs of waking up, I tip toe in the living room and retrieve my phone. I’m told a cab will be here in less than five minutes to rescue me. I end the call and throw back on the clothes from yesterday minus the ripped tights. I grab my purse and place Ethan’s shirt on the chair before I exit and rush to the elevator.