Beautifully Broken (4 page)

I
was born six days before Lucas. As young boys we would joke that we should’ve
been twins. We attended the same schools, played the same sports, once we even
fucked the same girl on the same night. At fifteen Lucas’ mom passed away and
our little family unit was devastated. I spent weeks sleeping on Lucas’ floor
making sure he didn’t have a total breakdown. We were inseparable, our father’s
history was repeating itself in us. Until the day when everything went to shit.

It
was a week before we graduated high school. The day my mom packed up her bag
and told my dad she was leaving him for his best friend. My father asked her in
an eerily calm voice if she was sure this was what she wanted to do. She
glanced back at him and wordlessly dragged her bags to her car without a
backwards glance my way. My father was peeling out of the driveway before my
mother even shut her trunk, wheels spinning against the asphalt leaving behind
the bitter smell of burnt rubber.

I
jumped in my mustang convertible and made it the three blocks down the road to
Lucas’ house in less than a minute. I burst out the car as soon as it came to a
stop, leaving the door wide open, running towards the shouting voices at the
front steps.

“I
love her Daniel! She deserves better than you. I’m not going to allow her to
stay with you any longer.” Lucas’ father yells.

The
impact of the blow my father hits Mr. Fields’ face with cause’s blood to
splatter all over his white shirt. He falls into the grass out cold from that
one hit. The years my dad spent as a heavy weight boxer still present in his
stance. My mother runs screaming to her lover, trying to wake him.

“I
gave you everything, I’ve catered to your every whim and you betray me this
way.” My dad’s voice trembles as he speaks to my mom. “Why don’t you at least
look your son in the face and tell him how much of a whore you are!” he roared.

My
mother unexpectedly runs towards him shrieking as she hits and scratches his
face. In attempt to halt her attack he shoves her away from him. She stumbles
backwards and trips on her own feet. The sound of her head hitting the edge of
the step resonates in the shocked silence. Lucas appears at the door just as
she stumbles backwards.

“
WHAT
THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
He screams advancing towards my dad. I stand
there-frozen. My dad doesn’t even bother to block Lucas’ blow. “She doesn’t
want you anymore; she belongs here with us you son of a bitch.”

I’m
confused by the words coming out Lucas’ mouth. He knew about this affair all
along and said nothing. The pain of Lucas’ betrayal burns a hole in my heart,
his betrayal worst than my mothers. She’s been distant for years so I knew
something was off with her but Lucas never gave away a hint of knowing anything.
All the nights I vented to Lucas about my mom changing, disappearing at night.
I questioned her love for me and all along he knew what was going on. I don’t
remember moving from the spot I was standing at. It was a total blank until the
police pulled me off Lucas, his blood staining my bruised fist. That day I not
only lost a mother, I lost my brother.

“What
are you are you doing here.” Isabella hisses, jarring me from my memories. She
pulls my arm and leads me into a small office slamming the door behind us.

 She’s
as beautiful as I remember. Her long dark hair pulled into a neat bun, her steel
grey eyes alarmed. She nibbles on that pouty bottom lip. I just have to taste
them. When I lean in she raises her hands, holding me off with her palms.

Isabella

I
can’t let him kiss me.

I
won’t let him kiss me.

But
he looks so good in that Armani suit. The scruffy bad boy I left at the table this
morning has turned into Mr. GQ. He looks like he just stepped out of People’s
sexy man of the alive issue.

Wait…he
was on that issue.

Liam's
fame and fortune has overreached Lucas’ by leaps and bounds, with countless
appearances on magazines and online gossip pages as the most coveted bachelor.
The fact that I didn't instantly recognize him boggles my mind. I must have
been extremely drunk or maybe just riding on a sexual high. Right now I just want
him to wrap his tie around my wrist and have his way with me on the desk behind
us.

“You
have to leave,” I demand.

“I
own this company, I’m not going anywhere.” He reaches out, running his fingers down
my arm.

“Look,
I’m begging you not to say anything to Lucas about last night.” I’m ready to
get down on my knees and grovel if need be.

“Don’t
worry Ella, your dirty little secret is safe with me. Make sure you’re at my
place by eight tonight.” He commands me. I hate that he calls me Ella. My dad
was the only person who ever called me that. Liam calling me that brings back
memories I blocked out years ago.

“Last
night was a onetime thing, don’t wait up you’ll be disappointed.” I head
towards the door, needing a quick escape from his tempting offer.

“If
you don’t show up, I’ll hand deliver the panties you left in my room to Lucas.
You think he’ll be able to recognize your scent?” He taunts me.

“You’re
blackmailing me for sex? You’re really disgusting.”

“You
like me that way. Don’t make me wait for you.” He glides past me shutting the
door behind him.

*******

Alice,
my secretary and office gossip, is chomping at the bit when I return to my
office.

“Did
you hear Liam Maddox is here,” she jumps up following me into my office. “Liza
at the reception desk got a glimpse of that sex god and she says he’s far
sexier in person then on those magazines” she continues, sitting her ass on the
edge of my desk. She unbuttons her top two buttons and adjusts her push-up bra
for maximum cleavage. “If he sticks around I’ll have that man in my bed in less
than a week. I wonder if he likes redheads?” she rambles on.

He
likes brunettes.

He
likes me! I want to shout at her. But I feign disinterest in this conversation.
The vision of Alice with her legs wrapped around Liam makes me want to dry
heave.

“Be
careful around him, Lucas says he’s bad news.” I warn her, covertly trying to
deter her sexual motive on my man.

Wait
when did he become mine?

“Oh
please,” Alice rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows that it’s just an old family war
that keeps those two at each other’s throat. Did you know Liam’s father tried
to kill Lucas’ dad and his wife when he found out about their affair.”

Maybe
I’m a little too easygoing with this woman. I mean I’m her boss and she
spreading gossip about my boyfriend to me. She’s the epitome of why I don’t
have female friends.

“Of
course you know all this already, you and Lucas are practically married.” She chirps.

“He’s
always photographed with different women, the man is a whore.” I continue to
degrade him in my effort to veer her away from my man.

There
I go claiming Liam Maddox again.

“I
don’t want to marry the man Isabella. I just want to lick him a little, maybe
suck him a little, and defiantly fuck him-a lot.” She smirks as she walks out
my office.

I
hate that bitch.

I
hate every bitch who thinks she can put a finger on Liam.

I
thought I understood what jealousy was when Lucas was dating Amber in college
but I was wrong. This burning in my chest is like nothing I’ve ever experienced
before. I know I’ll be at Liam’s door tonight. Liam knows I’ll be at his door
tonight. I spent all my life being a cold hearted bitch to men and now that my
heart is beginning to thaw, I’m scared shitless that this man will rip it out,
put it on a platter and eat it. He may be more cold-hearted than I am, his
heart is probably frozen solid.

Lucas
burst through my door frightening me. Confusion and alarm painted over his
face. He rushes towards me and pulls me up into an unexpected hug. I try to
calm him but he fidgets around uncontrollably.

“He’s
back,” is all he says. He doesn’t need to say anything else, I already know who
‘he’ is. I wish I knew how to fix this for him. I want to tell Liam to leave
for Lucas’ sake but I want him to stay for mine.

“Who’s
back?” I innocently coerce him into telling me what I already know.

“Liam,”
he answers letting go of me and begins to pace across the office. “Ten years…ten
years and now he’s back. I don’t understand what he wants from me. I think he’s
out for revenge; he’s so cold and angry. That man I just met with is not the
Liam I grew up with.” he’s highly strung and jittery. I can’t understand why he
lets this man affect him so severely. But who am I to talk, Liam has a severe
effect on me too just in a totally different way.

“Listen
baby, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. Maybe he wants to reconcile.” This,
is a flat out lie, and I say it only to calm Lucas down but I know that man is
here to start a war and I may be the first casualty.

“I
don’t know, but Anna can’t handle the stress right now. I need to protect her
at all cost.” Lucas declares decisively. I know Liam showing up here has a
purpose but I doubt he’s come back to hurt his mother.

“Don’t
worry yourself so much Lucas. We’ll protect Anna together. I’m here for you,
whatever you need.”

Isabella

 I
walk down the sidewalk towards MADD Pulse listening to Sia’s titanium on my
iPhone. I notice men stopping to stare at me. My thigh high leather boots hug
my legs like a second skin. The red mini skirt I’m wearing cuts off right under
my ass matched with a black belly shirt that shows off my navel piercing. I
look like an expensive whore but I don’t care, I feel free. Dr. Katz will spend
hours trying to get me to understand why I do these outrageous things but I
just don’t think it runs that deep. Tonight I want to be Liam’s dirty little
whore and no one is going to stop me.

I
arrive at the club and realize it’s closed. Not sure what to do, I go around
the side and find a heavy dark metal door with a bell beside it. I ring the
bell praying I won’t have to wait long in this deserted alley dressed like a
hooker. Dark alley plus scantily clad woman is not a good combination. A buzz
interrupts my nervous rant. I push the door and make my way up the stairwell.

At
the top of the stairs I can see Liam waiting for me down the hall. He’s leaning
against the doorframe in pajama pant, bare feet, and bare chest. His sexy disheveled
hair and the way he licks his lower lip causes my steps to falter. His hungry gaze
runs down my scantily clad body as I strut towards him.

I
halt inches away from him not sure if I should touch him. Every cell in my body
cries out for me to touch him. I don’t have to wait long as Liam grabs me by
the waist pulling me up against his hard body.

“You
walked the street in this?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yes”

“Don’t
do it again,” he warns me. “Next time you put what’s mine out on display like
this I’ll turn that sexy ass of yours pink.”

I
should be pissed he’s trying to control me but my pussy clenches in
anticipation. Would he really spank me? I’ve never been into that kind of thing
but I want to push him to do it. He leans in and kisses me angrily. He wants me
to know he’s serious, that he possesses all of me. But he doesn’t, he can’t
because I won’t allow him too. Whatever he wants from me physically I’ll
deliver to him. Emotionally, there's nothing there to give.

Liam
drags me into his apartment slamming the door behind him. He drags me over to a
large leather wingback chair in the middle of the living room and calmly sits
leaving me standing in front of him.

“Take
it all off. Leave the boots and your panties on,” he instructs.

I
stand a few feet away from him, his intense gaze urging me on. I slightly
spread my thighs as I inch the skimpy skirt up revealing a black lace v-cut
thong. I pull the stretchable material over my stomach and head and toss it across
the room. I reach behind my back to untie the strings holding my shirt on. As I
loosen the last strand the material drifts to the floor.

“Come
closer,” he shifts to the edge of his seat. “Turn around, bend over and touch
your toes.” He commands when I’m within inches of him. I do as he says without
hesitation, my ass now inches away from his face. His hand runs up my boots
resting at the top, caressing my thigh. He places his face between my legs, his
nose rubbing against the wet crotch of my thong.

“You
smell so good…I have to taste you.” He swiftly pushes my panties to the side
and envelopes my pussy with his hot tongue.

“Oh…Oh
God,”
I suck in a breath trying to maintain my balance
.
My legs begin to tremble as his tongue draws circles around my clit. He slides
off the chair unto his knees, spreading my legs wider and positioning his head
between my legs to where I can see his hair poking out in between my legs. His
tongue begins thrusting in and out my pussy, I let go of my feet and grab hold
of his hair. The pleasure too intense, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to
stand on my jelly legs.