Beautifully Broken (22 page)

“I
thought I saw someone from my past.” Surprised that I opened up despite my
fears.

“Is
this the same trigger as the last time?”

“Trigger?”

“The
same cause for your attack before.” He never breaks eye contact with me, his
eyes so mesmerizing I can’t even blink I’m so lost in them.

“I
think so. Last time I didn’t actually see anyone, it was just the fear of it
that brought on the attack.” I take a deep breath relieved to be letting my
fears off my chest.

“Do
you want to talk about why this person frightens you?” he doesn’t try to force
me into talking. His eyes are soft and warm trying to help me to face my
issues.

“No.
I’m sorry Cayden but I’m not ready for that.” I say finally breaking from my
trance, taking a bite out of my panini.

“Don’t
be sorry Isabella. You never need to apologize for your emotions. I want to
help you however possible. If you need to talk I’m here or if you’re having
another attack I’ll be there for you. I don’t want to see you so distraught
anymore so whenever you’re ready you let me know.”

The
rest of our lunch goes by quickly once the pressure of talking about my panic
attack is off the table. Turns out he’s not just a run of the mill psychologist
he’s actually a big deal. He has his own television show. It’s a younger flashier
version of Dr. Phil. I explain to him the circumstances of my move down here. He
doesn’t bat an eyelash when I explain the Liam and Lucas situation he just
listens. I like talking to someone who doesn’t judge me for my past mistakes. I
hug him outside of the Bistro. Thanking him again for his help yesterday before
I go back to my car.

I
don’t hear from Liam until I’m ready to leave my office that evening. He text
me to let me know there’s an emergency and he’ll be home late. It’s the first
time since we’ve been here that he hasn’t been able to get out of working late.

When
I get home I strip down to my shirt and panties and fix dinner. Liam calls to
tell me not to wait up so I eat my dinner in the den watching Cayden’s show On
Demand. I lay out on the couch watching each available episode. His angelic
ways float through the screen relaxing me as I listen to him heal the world one
person at a time.

I’m
jarred awake by Liam carrying me into our room. He places me in the bed then
drops his towel and wraps his freshly showered body around mine. Tonight I fall
asleep in his arms content with just being held.

Liam

I
wake to Isabella leaning over me. Her breast peaks out the opening in her
shirt. They bounce over my face as she attacks the ringing alarm on my side of
the bed. Once she gets it to shut up she attempts to roll back over to her side
of the bed but I hold her over me by her arms. She smiles down at me feeling me
rise to full attention under the covers. She slowly drifts down, her disheveled
hair disappearing underneath the covers.

Her
tongue flicks over me repeatedly with firm but gentle strokes. She’s teasing me
knowing I’m aching for her to wrap that wicked mouth around me. She purposely
avoids touching me with her hands only granting me the pleasures her mouth
could give me. Soft sweeps of her tongue along my balls compel me to grip the sheets
from the intense pleasure threatening to bring me over the edge. She teases
them endlessly until she finally sucks them into her mouth.

Beams
of intense pleasure shot up the base of my cock. I’m so hard now I’m throbbing
with the need to explode. She runs her tongue back up my cock and I know she
has no intention of ending this torture by wrapping her warm mouth around me. I
flip the covers off sliding off the bed and drag her by her armpit until her
head is hanging off the edge. I stand over her with my cock in perfect position
with her mouth. She smile mischievously up at me, flicking her tongue out over
my tightly wound sac. She only teases me this way when she wants me to lose
control and be rough with her.

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.”

“Cayden,
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.