Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗
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MARRY ME
G.A.HAUSER
MARRY ME
Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2013
Cover design by Mark Antonious Richfield
Photograph by Dennis Dean
Edited by Stacey Rhodes
ISBN Trade paperback: 978-1482-7433-7-1
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Chapter 1
Wearing his costly Ralph Lauren suit and tie, Braxton Todd
stood in his office overlooking the downtown Hollywood hills
through the brown smoggy haze. The spring had brought rains
and wind, but when the air grew still, the LA aura of brown, a
tarnished halo for the city of night, appeared.
His Bluetooth on his ear, Braxton paced, glancing at his
computer screen as he spoke. “Don’t you worry, babe. I’ll have
every A-List celeb there for the screening. You just get decked
out in something fabulous. You’re going to be the next big
Hollywood thing.”
“Thank you so much, Braxton! Having you as my PR man
has made so much of a difference. I really appreciate what
you’ve done for me.”
“My pleasure, Monique. It’s what I get paid for.” Braxton
watched his second line lighting up. “Let me go, babe. You just
text me or my assistant if you need anything before Saturday.”
“I will.”
“Bye.” He tapped his ear piece, “Braxton Todd.”
“Hello, darling!”
Judging by the thick Italian accent, Braxton knew this was
Sophia Deluca. “Hi.”
“Just making sure you don’t forget the charity auction this
Saturday night.”
“Shit.” He had. He rubbed his face and checked his calendar
on his handheld device. “I even wrote it in. Okay. Uh…” He
tried to figure out how to be in two places at once.”
“Braxton…” was said admonishingly.
“Chill, Sophia.” He tapped with his thumbs to add a reminder
to his application on his phone. “What time does it start?”
“Eight. We’re having the champagne dinner then the auction,
darling. Of course you must be there! No excuse…eh?”
“Then you really don’t need me until nine or ten.”
“Don’t you disappoint me. You’re going to be one of the
biggest fundraisers we show. I so much have been promoting
you.”
Braxton laughed sadly and stood, looking out the window of
the tenth floor offices again. “I’m up for sale to the highest
bidder. How appropriate.”
“Of course! You will be a smash! We will have several
highest bidders. I’ve news for you, darling, anyone who donates
is going to win a date with you. Three times, dates. Three.”
Braxton rubbed his face as the idea brought some trepidation.
“They understand it’s just for dinner, right? I mean, I’m not
whoring myself out.”
“Braxton! It’s for cancer research! That is insulting.”
“My luck I’ll get some stalker who will think I’ll become
their…cough…”—he
rolled
his
eyes—“boyfriend.”
Involuntarily Braxton sneered.
“Yes. Of course. They may become infatuated with you, you
gorgeous thing, but they are only bidding on a date. No funny
business.”
“I only do ‘one dates’. I never see a person twice.”
“Then perhaps you are a whore, yes?” She laughed as she
spoke.
“Yeah. I know. A picky one. Okay, Sophia, I’m swamped.
Let me go.”
“Nine latest! Do not let me down!”
“No. I’ll be there. I will.” Braxton tried to add it to every
calendar and device he owned to remind him.
His assistant Brianna entered his office, waiting by the door
as he spoke on the phone. Braxton held up his index finger to
indicate one minute.
“You cannot forget. I will call you all night so you
remember.”
“How did you rope me into this? Christ.” He ran his hand
through his hair.
“I no rope you. You volunteer.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t remember what he had for lunch an hour
ago so he never recalled offering to do this event. “Gotta go.” He
disconnected the line and Brianna approached him with a
handful of paperwork.
“What’ve ya got?” he asked her, looking down at the forms.
“The list of celebs who agreed to show up on the red carpet
for the next four premieres, and a selection of caterers chomping
at
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