Marry Me by G. Hauser (best love story novels in english TXT) 📗
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a shake.
Braxton was grateful he seemed normal.
“Dack Torrington, nice to meet you again, Braxton.”
“You too.” Braxton sat down and the hostess asked him,
“Would you care for something to drink?”
“Yes, just a glass of red wine. Thank you.” Braxton scooted
in his chair and studied this man’s chiseled features.
“I like wine too.” Dack raised his stemmed glass. “I always
order the most expensive wine on the menu.”
Braxton’s smile dropped. Oh no.
“I dated a man who was rich. I mean really rich. He gave me
his credit card, let me drive his Ferrari.” He gulped the rest of the red wine from the glass, licking his lips. “And that was while I
dated another guy who worked on the magazine. You know
Judas’ Rainbow?”
“Yes, I—”
“I was having a relationship with Mason Bloomfield, he sells
advertisements for the magazine. Do you know him?”
“No…I—”
“Gorgeous guy, around your age, not that you’re old, ha, ha,
but most guys like men in their twenties, you know?”
The waiter brought Braxton’s wine and he downed it like a
shot of whiskey as Dack kept rambling.
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter asked.
Dack gave him a disapproving glance and said, “No. We
haven’t even looked at the menu. Can you give us a minute?”
Braxton smiled at the waiter in sympathy as he nodded and
walked away. While Braxton checked over the selections, Dack
said, “Anyway, so this guy Mason, he’s crazy about me. Says I
give the best blowjobs in LA…”
“Uh huh.” Braxton didn’t look up from his menu.
“And well, the old guys, they want boy toys so they shell out
a ton of cash just to be seen with me. Who do you think paid for
this auction dinner with you?”
Braxton peeked up to see Dack’s smirk.
“The old man gives me an expense account, set me up good. I
have a credit card that has no limit. I may just buy myself a
vacation. Wanna come?”
“Uh. No.” Braxton read the menu again and cringed. Oh my
God, I’m surrounded by maniacs.
“Oh well, your loss. I told Mason that too when I left him.
His loss. Some guys don’t know a good thing when they have
it.” Dack held up his glass, pointed to it and said loudly, “Hey,
can you bring me more wine?”
Braxton sank into the chair and hid behind the menu, hoping
no one would think he was actually on a real date with this man.
“So, Braxton…”
Braxton lowered the menu to see Dack. He may be good
looking but he was a total ass.
“You ah, wanna at least spend the night with me after dinner?
See just how good my blowjobs are?”
Braxton put on a sympathetic expression. “Though that’s a
wonderful invitation, I’ll have to pass. I have so much work to
do when I get home, I can’t. Sorry.”
“Yeah, whatever. The old man thinks I’m going out with my
sister after this date anyway.” He shrugged as the waiter brought
over another glass of wine for him. “We need to order. I’m
starving.” more hot book free here
Braxton just wanted a break from the bullshit. And it wasn’t
likely to happen. Ironically, a couple years ago? He’d have
fucked a man like Dack in the men’s room five minutes after
they met. Now? The thought repulsed him.
Maybe he’d finally grown up.
Or grown old.
Either way, he would never touch a man like Dack again.
As he told the waiter his choice of food, Dack’s shoe began to
run up his ankle, distracting him. “Uh…just the mixed green
salad on the side…” He moved his leg back, avoiding the touch.
“Very good. I’ll have your starters out soon.” The waiter took
the menus and left.
“Dude,” Dack said, gulping the wine, “This is being paid for
by the event. Order the most expensive meal on the menu like I
did.”
“I’m good. I don’t eat rich food like that.” Braxton sipped the
wine.
“Your loss, man. Your loss.”
Braxton gave Dack a tight smile, and daydreamed about
Fabian, wondering what he was up to.
~
Fabian came back from his run and caught his breath. He had
worked out in the complex’s gym, ran and now was ready to eat
a light dinner and…work! Nothing gave him greater satisfaction
than taking the load off of Braxton. How that had happened he
didn’t know.
He took off his running shoes and, still dripping with sweat,
entered his unit and tossed his shoes by the closet door. He
stripped and then headed to the kitchen for a glass of water,
gulping it down.
His mobile phone hummed and he walked to where he’d left
it and leaned on the counter to read the message. It was a text
from Naomi asking him how he was.
He set the water on the counter and texted her back, ‘ falling
for my boss, shoot me. ’
Immediately a text came back, ‘ aaaaaack! no! ’ and then the phone rang. He answered it and leaned back on the counter. “I
know, I’m nuts.”
“Fabian! Don’t do it! You know how long you’ve been
looking for a permanent job?”
“I know!” He rubbed at his gritty forehead and dabbed at the
sweat running down his temple.
“He’ll screw you and leave you! Don’t you read the tabloids?
The man is pure cad!”
“Keep telling me that. My willpower is weakening.”
“Has he propositioned you?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh. Why do we both sound disappointed.” He spun
around and leaned his elbows on the counter, staring into the
depth of his living room.
“Maybe you’re not his type.”
“Ouch! Hang on.” He stood straight. “First you tell me to
keep away from him then you tell me I don’t turn him on.”
“Well, he is really hot. Maybe he’s really picky. Or, back on
women.”
“Naomi, you’re killing me.”
“Hey, if he’s back on women, can you fix me up? I’d fuck
him and run.”
Hearing her laugh, Fabian did as well. “I know. Right? What
is it about him? I can totally see how he gets every person he sets his sights on. The guy really has some kind of charismatic charm
to go with those damn good looks of his. Why is he such a
dick?”
“Is he? Is he a dick? Is he treating you like shit?”
“No.” Fabian looked down at his socks. “He’s treating me
like gold.”
“No! The bastard!” She roared with laughter.
“He is. Damn him. I swear, I fantasize about him
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