Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗
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adorable chauffeur on his phone, texting while he waited.
Braxton exited his building and got a nice smile from Scott.
“We meet again.” Scott’s smile was Hollywood bright.
“We do.” Braxton did like the man, but Scott’s reputation for
being a slut and cad was worse than his. He sat in the back of the
limo and tried not to reach for the booze, letting the one shot of
tequila calm him.
“So, red carpet first, then head to the Ritz for the auction,
right?”
“Yes. I have to be at the auction ASAP, so please be waiting
for me around nine? Latest?”
“You can count on me, Braxton.” Scott caught his eyes in the
rear view mirror.
For one second Braxton thought about giving a relationship a
try with Scott, but the minute that idea hit his brain, he heard
Scott talking on his phone, hands free, “Hey, yeah. I’ll be done at around midnight. Can I stop by?”
Braxton sank in the seat and stared out of the window at the
passing cars.
~
“Hello, beautiful.” Fabian kissed Naomi on the cheek when
they met out in front of Jones’ Restaurant. “Look at you. You
always look like a fashion model.” Fabian admired her dark
complexion and braided weaves.
“You too! How can you be single in West Hollywood?
Fabian, you need to get out more.”
Fabian opened the restaurant door for her and they were hit
with the scent of garlic and roasted peppers. A waitress smiled at
them and said, “Just take any seat.”
Fabian gestured to a table by the wall and Naomi nodded
agreeably, sitting with her back to a large mirror in the dim
lighting. Seated across from her, Fabian gave her a nice smile,
glad to be out of the house and with someone he enjoyed. The
waitress brought them menus and Fabian leaned back and took it
from her.
“Would you care for a drink?”
“I’d love a glass of wine.” Naomi opened the menu. “How
about the house merlot?”
“Perfect.” The perky waitress gave Fabian her attention.
“I’ll have the Belgium white beer.”
“Coming right up. And our specials of the day are listed on
that board.”
“Gotcha.” Fabian smiled and the waitress skipped off as if
she either loved her job or was high.
Naomi scanned the menu quietly while Fabian wondered if he
should just get a job at a restaurant. Why deal with all the stress of one of these high-powered business firms.
“Want to share a pizza and a salad?” Naomi asked.
“I do. You choose. I like it all.” He closed the menu.
The waitress returned with their drinks and asked, “Need
more time?”
“No. How about the margherita pizza and the arugula and
fennel salad. We’re going to share it.”
“Perfect!” She took the menus and trotted off.
“Wow. She’s a happy camper.” Fabian sipped his beer.
“Why not? This seems like a nice place to work. Love the
food.” Naomi drank from her wine glass and tossed her long
braids behind her shoulder. “What’s going on with the job
hunting, Fabian? Any luck finding something permanent?”
“No. But I had another interview yesterday.”
“Oh?”
“At Braxton Todd’s PR firm.” He wrinkled his nose in
distaste.
“Ha. I love him!”
“Oh shut up.” He shook his head. “He’s a slut.”
“Come on. Don’t believe everything you read in those
tabloids. What was your opinion? Did he interview you or did
someone else?”
“He did.” Fabian stared at the purple color of Naomi’s long
fingernails for a moment then said, “It was all of five minutes of
bullshit, and I felt as if he was talking down to me. He asked me
if I could file. How demeaning.”
“Oh well.” She shrugged.
“I don’t know if I’d want to work for the guy even if I got
hired.” Fabian felt as if he were lying.
“Don’t think about it. There will be the right job out there.
Just be patient.”
Fabian nodded, but his patience was worn thin.
~
Tipsy on champagne from the red carpet affair, Braxton
slipped away from all the celebs who pretended to be an ‘elite
class’ and not normal people who put their pants on one leg at a
time. He worked for them, yes, but didn’t like many.
His face hurt from the plastic smile he had pasted on ever
since Scott dropped him off. Did he stay for the film? No. He
rarely did, hating sitting without a partner when everyone was
paired off two by two. But this time he had another commitment.
A few miles away he was dropped off at the Ritz Carlton and
hustled out of the limousine, not waiting for Scott to open the car door for him. He sprinted inside and looked for a sign of the
right direction to head. And he found one. An actual placard sign
listing the event, guiding him to one of the grand ballrooms.
Racing, always rushing against time, Braxton spotted the correct
room and peeked in. It was packed with enormous round tables,
people dining wearing glittering gowns and black ties, servers in
black and white and a stage set up with spotlights and a dais for
the auctioneer. A projection screen was behind the dais and
would obviously be used to show off the items that could not be
showcased there.
Braxton caught his breath, ran his hand through his hair to get
it out of his eyes as he tried to find Sophia. He didn’t want to be spotted yet, so he scanned the room and nabbed a server. “Can
you find Sophia Deluca, please? Tell her Braxton Todd is
looking for her.”
The young man’s face lit up and he said, “Yes, Mr Todd.
Wish I had the cash to bid on you.”
Braxton felt his face heat up horribly and tried to be humble
but he was so nervous he was getting sweaty instead.
The young man headed off and Braxton stood outside the
enormous hall, which contained at least two to three hundred
filthy rich guests dining under enormous crystal chandeliers. He
tried to calm down. He stuffed his hands in to his trouser pockets
and felt his phone vibrate.
He took it out and read a text from Sophia, ‘ Braxton, go
around left side of ballroom there is back door.’
He trotted down the long carpeted hall and tried a few doors
that were locked. One opened. It led to a private area behind the
hall where the servers and facilitators were gathering.
“I’m sorry. Am I late?” Braxton touched his bow tie.
“No, darling. You are fine. We are
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