Marry Me G. Hauser (the chimp paradox .TXT) 📖

the remote at the television. Real Time with Bill Maher would be airing shortly, and he surfed the

channels as he worked his way to HBO. An entertainment news

channel flashed a picture of Braxton Todd on their screen. It

made Fabian’s heart actually jump in his chest at seeing him. He

paused to listen to the coverage.

‘… PR machine Braxton Todd is hosting a gala event in

anticipation of this weekend’s mega movie release, ‘Capital

Games’. The list of stars and A-List celebrities attending the

event were caught outside by our reporters.’

A scene of microphones being shoved into people’s faces

followed.

Fabian rolled his eyes, having no interest in the Hollywood

elite. He was about to continue on to the show he intended to

watch when they added to their news, ‘… Mr Todd is also

participating in a cancer charity fund raising event tomorrow

evening, auctioning himself off as a dinner date…’

Fabian blinked and stopped eating.

‘… I expect the charity will do very well with hot property like Mr Todd as an auction item.’

The segment ended and the show went to commercial break.

He continued advancing the channel to HBO, put the remote

down and ate more of his salad, totally shocked a man like

Braxton would offer himself up for a charity event.

But the more Fabian thought about it, the more it reeked of

ego and conceit.

I have to stop thinking about it. I won’t get the fucking job.

He frowned. “Go file yourself, asshole.”

~

By two Braxton was slumped low in the back of the

limousine, the last to be dropped off. Scott parked in front of his office and opened the back door. “You okay to drive home,

Braxton?”

“Yeah. Sober. Unfortunately.” He climbed out as Scott

hauled him to his feet from the low slung car. He landed in

Scott’s embrace.

Braxton knew how this man operated and being urged into a

full body hug was Scott’s style. This handsome chauffeur may

have fucked more individuals than Braxton did. Rumor had it

he’d had a three-way with Carl Bronson and Keith O’Leary, the

stars of Forever Young.

He gave Scott a wry smile. “I can’t. I am dead on my feet.”

“It’s not your feet I’m interested in.”

A laugh worked its way out of Braxton but even that sounded

exhausted to him. “Let me go, babe. I seriously have to be

horizontal.”

“Mm.” Scott held Braxton around his waist and ground a stiff

cock into his groin. “Me too.”

As his neck was nibbled, chills washed over Braxton’s skin.

“Can I take a rain-check, hot stuff?”

“Sure.” Scott backed off and adjusted his cap, looking like a

strip-o-gram.

Braxton touched his cheek tenderly and headed to the parking

garage and his Porsche, hearing the limousine cruise away

behind him. He started the engine, flipped down the visor and

looked at himself. His eyes were red and he appeared worn out.

In disgust he pushed the visor back in place and drove home, so

tired he was glad to have made it safely.

Once inside his residence, he undressed, washed up quickly

and dropped into his king-sized bed. Right before he fell asleep

he thought of Fabian, and dozed off.

~

After watching all the late night shows, Fabian washed up for

bed and crawled under the covers. He checked his phone for any

missed messages and read the hour on it as well. It was nearing

two. He shut off the lamp on his nightstand and closed his eyes,

releasing a deep breath. The temp job was coming to an end, and

he had to really get serious about pounding the pavement and

getting something permanent. He just didn’t know what he

wanted to do with his life, and although when he first graduated

college he did, he felt lost at the moment.

After tossing and turning for an hour, Fabian finally fell

asleep.

Chapter 4

After sleeping in very late Saturday morning, Braxton went to

the gym and met his personal trainer, Tyson Hopper, who kicked

his ass with a new cross-training routine. But…

Braxton wanted to feel and look buff for the charity auction.

Enduring Tyson’s torture for an hour, Braxton then headed to

the locker room of the sleek LA fitness club. He had an

appointment with Kellie Hamilton for a massage and showered

quickly to get ready for him. Everything in his life was on such a

rigid time schedule, Braxton never stopped looking at his watch

or his phone to keep from being late.

He had the red carpet event before the auction, and was

exhausted already just thinking about being his best for

this…date with three strangers. The idea literally made him

cringe but it was for a good cause, and he would never let Sophia

down. She had done so much for him in the past, he owed her.

He stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around

his hips and caught his reflection in the mirror as he went. He

stopped and ran his fingers through his hair, seeing it was indeed

getting long. Should I cut it?

Nah. It’s wet, that’s why it looks so long. He kept walking to his locker and used the towel to dry his hair better before his

massage. Of course, after that, he’d be coated in oil and need

another shower, so he ran a brush over his locks just to tame

them and felt a pat on his naked bottom. He spun around to see a

young man he had a hook-up with a few months ago, Joe.

“Still firm…mm.”

Braxton laughed and reached for his briefs to slip on under a

robe the salon supplied.

“Braxton…got time for…?”

“Time. What a concept. I don’t even have time to fucking

blink.” He put on the robe and slippers and closed the locker,

nudging his long wet hair out of his eyes. “Well, Joe Denver,

how the hell are you?”

“Would be better shooting my cum all over you.” He grabbed

his own crotch and made a face of pleasure.

“Yeah. Probably.” Braxton smiled and began making his way

to the exit of the locker room to meet Kellie.

“Where are you going?” Joe asked, sounding disappointed.

“I’m actually paying a man to touch me.” Braxton winked

and headed to the desk to the woman who made Kellie’s

appointments. He leaned on the counter with his elbow near her.

“Hey. I’m Braxton Todd. I have an appointment with Kellie.”

“You do!” She smiled sweetly. “Go