Marry Me, G. Hauser [ereader for textbooks .txt] 📗

he could

be doing at the moment, at home, on his computer.

“I did win a dinner with you.”

Braxton picked up his fork and took a bite of the food, so

angry he imagined pushing the table clear of plates and hearing

them crash on the floor.

“Do you know how men do it?”

“Do what?” Braxton became exasperated.

“Find young men to suck them?”

“I don’t know. Craigslist? Why are you asking me?”

Drew didn’t speak from then on, eating his meal and getting

drunk on martinis in silence.

~

Fabian finished his workout, showered and ate a light dinner

he cooked for himself of grilled fish and steamed vegetables.

Once he was done, he relaxed with his laptop and…worked. He

had access to the office computer information and loaded it to his

own, using the data files to continue to help clients, make phone

calls and loved every minute of it.

The phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, Fabian

called a caterer as he checked out the website. “Hello, I’m

Fabian Rhys and I work for Braxton Todd.”

“Hello, Fabian. What can I do for you?”

“I want a quote for a large party for a grand opening of a new

talent agency in Burbank. A hundred on the guest list, open bar,

and fully staffed.”

“Let me get my books to give you menu choices. Hang on.”

Fabian smiled happily and looked up the menus on line as the

man on the phone did the same.

He thought of Braxton and imagined a date with him. What

was he doing right now with the man who owned one of the

largest luxury car companies on the west coast? Wheeling and

dealing? Or…?

“I got a quote for you, Fabian.”

“I’m ready.” Fabian was also ready to offer half of what he

was told. He wanted to make Braxton proud of him. And he

would.

~

By the time Braxton got home he felt covered in slime. He

shivered, undressing as he came through the door, taking off his

suit jacket and tossing it on his bed. He stripped and headed to

the shower. Under the hot spray, he closed his eyes and scalded

the feeling of revulsion off his skin.

Who do I know to get to suck your cock?

Will I?

You repulsive freak!

“Fucking married grandfather! You look like a goddamn right

wing conservative who votes against gay marriage and women’s

rights!” Braxton shouted, his voice echoing on the wet walls.

His blood pressure felt as if he were about to get a stroke. He

leaned both hands on the wall and tried to calm down, but since

he had to drive, he didn’t drink more than one drink. He wanted

to get inebriated. Sitting with that prick had been intolerable.

After the talk of cock sucking, Drew had refused to speak

another line. Braxton imagined he’d demand his money back

from the charity because, well, he didn’t get his money’s worth,

did he?

Braxton actually screamed. He balled his fists and covered

his face. “I’m not a fucking whore! For fuck’s sake!”

Slowly forcing himself to calm down. Braxton shut the water,

stood dripping, and stared at his limp cock. You did this to

yourself, Braxton. How? Huh? All your past marauding is

coming back to haunt you. Happy now?

He took a towel from the rack and wiped his face and hair.

What he really wanted? Really? Was a man. One man. A

husband. A lifetime companion. But he was so picky and grew

frustrated so easily, he’d never find his perfect match.

At thirty-three he had dated so many men, so many

women…and still? Single. No one he’d even call back for

another date.

He stepped out of the shower stall, dried off and caught his

hazel eyes in the mirror. He snarled at his reflection, hating

where his life had taken him. Just when his career had gone up,

his love life died. And he didn’t want just a fuck. Not anymore.

Look where that lifestyle led him.

A charity dinner? And people think he’s a trick?

“What have you done?” Braxton stared at himself in disgust.

He shook his head and left the bathroom, knowing how much

work was waiting for him even after two hours of dining out. He

slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and booted up the

computer in his spare bedroom, which he had made into a home

office. When he didn’t find any unanswered emails he panicked

that his server may be down. He began opening the emails to

see…they had been answered. By Fabian.

One by one Braxton checked on the queries, the results, and

the fees Fabian had agreed to. Fabian was a top notch negotiator.

Braxton read all the back and forth conversations between the

contacts.

He was so relieved he didn’t have to work all night, his eyes

burned with tears. “I love you, you gorgeous fuck. I love you.”

Other than Brianna, Braxton had never had an employee to

lighten the load off his shoulders. So many had to be watched,

tracked, scrutinized, since he worked with high profile

celebrities. Had Brianna checked Fabian’s references? You

better believe she had. That woman rivaled the FBI when it came

to digging dirt. If Fabian had a flaw, she would find it.

Braxton typed him a direct email. Two simple words. ‘ Thank

you.’

He hit send and slouched on the chair, wiping his eyes he was

so happy he didn’t have hours of playing catch up. An email

returned.

‘ You’re very welcome.’

Braxton kept dabbing at his eyes, feeling like a blubbering

baby, but the pressure he was under was too much, and after an

evening with a douche bag like Drew Persely? It was overload.

The urge to self medicate with alcohol was strong. Instead,

Braxton sent a Skype invite to Fabian, and it was accepted

instantly. He could see the handsome man online sitting with his

computer on his lap and smiled at him through his tears. “You

have no idea how grateful I am.”

“Just doin’ my job.” Fabian’s smile was gorgeous.

“No, you are doing my job, and after the night I had…”

Braxton ran his hand through his damp hair.

“Yeah? The date a disaster?”

“The guy was a creep. Total gross out.”

“Really? Drew Persely from the car manufacturer? Are you

kidding me?”

“No. He kept asking me how it felt to have a guy suck your

dick, then he asked me to suck his.” Braxton cringed.

“Oh fuck!” Fabian laughed but not in a