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it. Bye. Oh, and do some work, will ya?” She stuck out

her tongue and her picture vanished.

Braxton checked the emails again and when he spotted one

from Drew he held up the phone so both he and Fabian could

read it, their heads leaning on each other as they did. After

Braxton read it he said, “He’s an ass.”

“So? You know how much he’s worth? PR for his car

company?”

“Let me think about it.” Braxton pushed buttons on his phone

and put it to his ear. “Gotta get out of this training session. Now I have to get us a limo and tuxes for tonight.”

Fabian rolled closer and kissed his neck while massaging

Braxton’s chest.

“Braxton Todd!” Tyson obviously read his number on his

caller ID. “Don’t whine about how sore you are.”

“I am. You beast.” Braxton heard Fabian chuckle. “I need to

cancel our session today. Sorry.”

“Okay. No biggie. You’re still coming for your usual

punishment during the week, right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, hey, did you have a date from a charity auction with a

woman named Virginia Steinman?”

“Yes. How do you know?”

“Her brother Howard and I are partners.”

Braxton immediately recalled Virginia mentioning her gay

brother. “Huh. Small world.”

“She talk your ear off and get drunk?”

“She got drunk, yes, but she was okay. Not too overly

chatty.”

“She bragged about you and said you wanted her to set you

up with a three-way with one of her straight college-preppy-

studs.”

Fabian, appearing to overhear, cracked up again.

“I never asked for that.” Braxton felt his cheeks warm in

embarrassment, hoping Fabian would believe he had not.

“Oh, honey, she does it all the time. She fixes up boys who

love boys, with boys who love girls. It’s her full time obsession

to convert every straight boy she knows.”

Fabian roared with hilarity and Braxton put his pillow on his

face to shut him up playfully.

“She’s insane.” Braxton shook his head.

“No. She gets off on men together. What can I say? Some of

her scientific experiments go for it. Ya know? Bi-curious?

Straight until the lights go out…gay for—”

“I got it.” Braxton caught Fabian’s impish grin.

“Okay, honey. Gotcha down for six-fucking-a.m. Monday.”

“Thanks, Tyson. Have a good weekend.”

“You too, sweets!”

Braxton disconnected and asked Fabian, “Do you have a

tux?”

“Nope.”

“Okay. Time to get up and get you fitted.” Braxton scanned

his phone apps for a local shop.

“Get up? You mean stop playing with you?” Fabian cupped

Braxton’s soft cock.

“Temporarily.” He dialed the tuxedo shop. “Hello, yes, I need

to make an appointment to get someone fitted for a tuxedo for

tonight.”

“Okay. Can you come in now?” the woman asked.

“We can.” Braxton sat up and gave her his name and number.

When he glanced back, Fabian was smiling adoringly at him. He

winked and continued his conversation.

Chapter 16

Was he used to this kind of insanity? No!

After Fabian was fitted for a tuxedo, he was sitting in

Braxton’s Porsche as Braxton spoke on his Bluetooth and drove

them to his home. Slouched in the leather seat beside Braxton,

who had just given him a company iPad from out of his trunk,

Fabian answered emails while they did their errands. With the

electronic pad on his lap, Fabian tapped keys while he listened to

the master work.

“When did they mention no gluten?” Braxton drove them to

the coast and Fabian was curious to see this man’s condo. “Well,

make a gluten-free selection.” Braxton shifted into fifth gear on

the highway, speeding passed slower cars. “You’re the caterer,

why are you asking me?” Braxton blew out a loud exhale. “Yes.

That’s fine. Of course. Just label it or have the server tell people what it is before he serves.”

Fabian smiled, looking over his shoulder at the plastic

wrapped black formalwear hanging on a hook over the

passenger’s door. A red carpet affair. My oh my.

Naomi had screamed when he invited her, going crazy as she

tried to figure out what to wear and how to get into a salon last

minute, not to mention, whom to bring!

He loved making her happy.

“Fine. Yes, eggplant is good, quinoa is fine…” Braxton

slowed down to cross back to the right side of the freeway as

they came close to the Santa Monica exit. “Gotta go. Just do

your best. I know it’s last minute.” He disconnected the call with

a tap to his ear and looked over at Fabian. “Some people get car

sick when they type and drive.”

“I’m fine.” Fabian answered the emails marked urgent by

Brianna. She was great at screening.

“Almost home.” Braxton shook Fabian’s knee.

Home. Hmm. You had me pack an overnight bag. How about

that?

Fabian looked to where they were headed. “Do you have a

view?”

“On the deck. If you get on your toes and use binoculars.”

Fabian laughed. “What should I expect from this red carpet

thing tonight?”

“Chaos. Paparazzi. A lunatic who has it out for the EP. Police

presence.”

“Is that normal?”

“Yeah. Pretty much. Most celebs hire security and the theater

does as well. No one wants trouble.”

“Jeez. I like a quiet life.”

“Then don’t come.”

Fabian shut down the computer on his lap. “I wouldn’t miss it

for the world.” He grinned wickedly.

After shifting gears, Braxton reached for Fabian’s hand,

holding it. Fabian brought it to his lips to kiss.

~

Braxton parked under the condo complex in his garage and

the two of them gathered their belongings and walked to the door

of the lobby. Holding Fabian’s tux over his shoulder, Braxton

used his key and glanced at the spot on the cement wall he had

punched. It embarrassed him he could lose his temper to such an

extent and hoped he never did in front of Fabian.

He stood by the elevator and noticed Fabian either

preoccupied or daydreaming beside him. Braxton nudged him

playfully with his elbow, making Fabian wake up.

Fabian laughed shyly and they entered the elevator together.

“I’m assuming my home is clean. I have a service that comes

once a week.”

“I don’t care.”

“Sure you don’t. And if I lived like a hoarder you wouldn’t

run for the hills.” Braxton exited the elevator at his floor and

held the correct key in his hand to open his unit door.

Once inside the condo, Fabian placed Braxton’s computer

down on a coffee table. Braxton watched as Fabian had a look

around the light airy open-planned layout, like all the new units

built after the 1990s were constructed.

Braxton walked directly down the hall and heard Fabian

following him. He laid Fabian’s tuxedo