MARRY ME
G.A.HAUSER
MARRY ME
Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2013
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Photograph by Dennis Dean
Edited by Stacey Rhodes
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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 the bit for you to use them in one of the parties.”
“How’re they priced out?” Braxton took the forms and sat at
his desk, seeing his computer load with unanswered emails, his
light up.
“I put sticky notes on my favorites.” She answered the phone
from his desk. “Braxton Todd, can you hold?” She put the caller
on hold and sighed. “Man, it’s gone loco around here lately.”
“Can you handle it or do we need another body?”
“I always need help, but I can do it…just working late.”
“Put an ad in the paper or online. But I get the choice once
you’ve narrowed the pool.”
“Thanks, Braxton. I’m about to go bonkers we’re so busy.”
“Look, it’s a good thing. Beats the damage we had from the
recession two years ago.” He tapped his earpiece and nodded to
her to go. “Braxton Todd, can I help you?”
Brianna waved at him and left his office.
~
Braxton shut down his computer. He was wired from too
much caffeine and his throat felt slightly rough from talking for
the last eight hours. He removed his earpiece and ran his hand
over his thick brown hair. He dropped into his leather swivel
chair as Brianna shouted through the door, “I’m going home!”
“Night, sweetie,” he called back and took his cell phone out
of his pocket as he heard her leave his office. Text after text
awaited him—the majority was work-related, but a few were not.
Those he had left until his work was done. He couldn’t be
distracted during the day. It was hard enough keeping up, and
Brianna was right—they were too busy at the moment and
needed help. Suddenly the job of public relations for budding
new celebrities and even the washed up ones who were revived
from baby-boomers’ nostalgia had brought his firm back to life,
even after it had teetered on the brink of bankruptcy not too long
ago.
Holding his phone, he straddled his legs and read the
messages, deleting them as he went. Men, women, all ages and
races, hunted him down like he was some form of prey species.
What they didn’t get was he was more predatory in his tactics
than prey. Braxton was a hit and run lover.
At thirty-three, working out with a personal trainer daily and
having the luck of the genetic pool, Braxton knew he was good
looking. Was he conceited? Well, at least he assumed he was. He
wanted someone as pretty as him to fuck.
He didn’t kiss a mirror…but he did know he could tempt A-
List Hollywood celebs with his charm, chiseled jaw, perfect
smile and big brawny build. He preferred men to women, since
men usually understood the mentality of… Go Away! and didn’t cry when he didn’t call after sex.
But he’d fuck anything pretty.
How many lovers had Braxton had? He was clueless. In his
twenties he’d actually kept track, writing down their names, and
when he didn’t even know that, he’d write descriptions. He lost
track at over two hundred.
He swore by safe sex, refusing to screw bareback, and had
never contracted anything nasty. Not once. Luck? Yes. And
being a keen observer of his sexual conquests’ behavior. The
true predatory cat, he investigated them before he chewed on
them.
Life was about observation and being smart. He had both
qualities and that’s why he was so successful at the art of
seduction. He got laid. A lot.
“Delete. Delete…” He stopped to read an email from
someone who had contacted him via his PR website. His
information was public since he was in business directories and
he did respond to calls and texted back on his business line.
The text was from a twenty year old guy named ‘Dominic’. It
read, ‘ Free? I am.’
With the message was a photograph, thank fuck, of the man’s
face, not his cock. The young man was pretty. Very fucking
pretty. ‘ where?’ Braxton replied.
The return message was instant. ‘ Anywhere. u name it.’
“Mm.” Braxton smiled and looked around his empty office.
He texted an address and then took a picture of himself, sitting at his desk in his suit and tie, sending it.
‘ Be there in ten.’
Braxton grinned to himself and scrolled through the other
messages, deleting them as he went. He’d enjoy a nice blowjob,
then if the man was sweet and not annoying, he’d take him for a
quick dinner.
Young, old—didn’t matter to Braxton. As long as they had
didn’t do two dates.
Besides he was hungry and he wouldn’t mind a companion to
chat with during a meal. He opened his desk drawer and
removed a protein bar, peeling back the wrapper to eat it as he
waited. While he did, he checked out menus on line, one for in
case Dominic was a dud, to order to get delivered to his house in
Santa Monica, or…if he was cool, to dine in WeHo with his
companion.
He finished the protein bar and headed to the men’s room to
check his appearance, wash his hands and face and go over his
busy schedule for the next week in his head. It was a Thursday in
March and he was already thinking of his April deadlines and
commitments.
Ooh. I used the word ‘commitment’.
He gave himself a look of disdain in the mirror over the sink
in the men’s room. He made the sign of the cross. “Don’t even
think the ‘C’ word, you bad boy. You’ll end up with a needy
man tonight instead of a nice BJ.” He relieved himself at the
urinal and knew by seven, his building, or at least his floor,
would have emptied for the night. There were several law offices
above and below the tenth floor, and they worked into the
evenings at times, but his floor? Accountants, plastic surgeons,
and office drones. Gone by six, latest.
He stood at the sink with his cock hanging from his trousers
and gave it a good wash out of respect to Dominic. Though
Braxton had no doubt he smelled sexy, everywhere, he’d had a
long day of work, and although he was cut, he still wanted to
smell ‘fresh’. He hung his soft cock over the sink and gave it a
nice soapy rinse, tempted to jerk off to the image of his ow
n
body in the reflection but resisting it. He used paper towels to
dry himself, not getting his trouser wet, which made him happy,
then he inspected his hair and face.
“Hello.” He shot himself a dazzling smile and touched his
forehead and laugh lines, considering Botox but maybe not yet.
Soon. His clients all indulged in the practice and Braxton knew
some excellent plastic surgeons when it came time. He was
tempted, but still considered himself strikingly handsome. And
Brianna would tell him to go get it, if he needed it.
He checked his ass out in the mirror and returned to his
office, reading his gold watch. “One more minute, sweet stuff,
and yours truly will go out for a meal on his own.”
As he approached his own office, the elevator chimed and he
paused. The doors opened and there was the gorgeous Dominic,
appearing thrilled to have been invited.
“Hi.” Dominic made his way towards Braxton.
“Hi, back.” Braxton touched his cheek affectionately and
entered his quiet office, walking to his desk and sitting on the
chair. No need for formalities in his opinion, Braxton opened his
pants and exposed his cock.
“You gorgeous fucker!” Dominic knelt on the floor between
Braxton’s legs and took his cock into his mouth, moaning.
Braxton caressed his short hair, feeling the tips like a bristle
brush. Dominic moaned and tugged Braxton’s trousers lower.
Braxton raised his hips and his belt and trousers dropped to his
ankles.
Sucking Braxton like a pro, the young man drew as much of
Braxton’s cock into his mouth as he could as he held Braxton’s
balls. He gave it a nice slurp, then asked, “You want to fuck
me?”
“Why don’t you continue what you’re doing? It’s so nice.”
He got a devilish grin from Dominic who went back to
holding the base of Braxton’s cock and sucking deep and hard.
Braxton rested his head on the chair and closed his eyes as
Dominic did everything Braxton could wish for, including a nice
rim rub and ball massage.
“Yes.” Braxton could have edged the climax all night, but he
was hungry. He spread his legs wider and Dominic sucked
harder, fisting Braxton more quickly. “Perfect. That’s it.” He felt the climax rising and warned Dominic, “I’m there, pretty boy.”
Instead of backing out and cupping his cock, Dominic
swallowed. Another point for his pretty baby.
“Oh yes.” Braxton floated on the climax high as Dominic