Fascination Series Boxed Set: Books 1-3 Page 4

  At the time my plan was to remain anonymous, become an unknown gay who fucked an ass in the back of clubs because I couldn’t get the satisfaction I craved being a straight man.

  That was in my youth, and it appeared at the age of thirty, I’d have grown out of that. I should have taken the road my twin, Jack, took. Come out and admit that I was gay and tell my family to go fuck themselves if they weren’t comfortable with any of their brothers being gay.

  It wasn’t anyone’s fucking business who I fucked or dated, except the women I’d occasionally seen. There were probably no men from college, or in Seattle who knew who I was anymore. If they did, they would never connect the boy in the back of a darkened room with the man of wealth and respectability.

  I sucked in a breath, shook my hands, and released it. Before today, I’d been used to standing in front of a group of people, relaxed because I was the co-owner of the law firm, where I’d bought into a partnership with Maxwell Gold when he presented the offer, because he needed to spend more time with his husband and children.

  Being a lawyer had its perks, and Max recognized it, hiring the best from around the world, and I had been lucky that he’d chosen me to head the company, and eventually offered me the chance to buy into it.

  I assured myself that Max never would have considered me if I didn’t have the credentials and right background for his company, no matter that we were college friends, and he’d taken an interest in Jack.

  Furthermore, I didn’t fuck around at bathhouses and underground clubs anymore, where my name would be out there, and the world would know that I was gay. Well, not so there could be a scandal. One reason for my discretion was I didn’t want my brothers to find out, or my mother and father, God rest their souls.

  I’d been their favorite over Jack, and my father liked to puff out his chest and say he had all sons including twins. My mother on the other hand, would tell me I was her joy, but she loved all her boys, and she wasn’t fortunate enough to have daughters. That never bothered me, I’d just smiled and given her a kiss. She died of breast cancer shortly after we’d had that talk.

  Even as the questions about my sexuality became the topic of conversation during holidays when my brothers had drunk too much, I still maintained a good relationship with them, where we would have dinner when they were in town. I even brought along Annalisa, on one occasion, to mitigate the questions about me and what I thought about Jack being gay.

  When I wasn’t working and hanging out with the other three of my brothers, there were the women. At first I dated two at a time, but when I brought different ones to their dinner parties and fundraisers, then confused their names, they asked when I was going to make an honest woman out of one. I knew I had to do something. I dropped one of the women I’d dated.

  Now that I’d hit thirty, it was harder to have a talk with my brothers about Jack, or any part of my life. I just wanted to keep things as they were for now. Hiding in the closet, and hoping that I didn’t do anything stupid, like falling in love with a man.

  So far so good. I hadn’t met anyone that would make me want to come out, and at thirty, just getting my business going, with no scandals in this uptight community, and my straight, tight-ass brothers running for office, I’d say everything was going great for me now.

  However, I didn’t know how long I could keep this charade up, or how long I could lie to myself, or to the woman I was now dating, and my family. Well, tonight I didn’t have to face them, or my sexuality. The only thing I had to face was getting my ass on that stage.

  I drew in a breath. Now to get out there and bring in some money for a good cause. I guessed it wasn’t such a sacrifice, but it might be if the wrong person bid, and then I’d have to spend my night wishing I was dead.

  There was a knock at the door and I opened it somewhat and peered out. “You’re up next, Jeremy. Are you dressed?”

  “Yes, come in.” The woman strutted into the small closet-like dressing room, stopped in her tracks, then stared at me as her eyes perused my hair, my expensive dark-blue suit, and shoes.

  “You’re a handsome man, Jeremy Westbrook.” Miranda, the events planner, swooned when her eyes wandered over me. I had seen Miranda earlier, devouring me with her eyes when I first arrived, and Max showed me the dressing room. Max had made a joke out of it, and I thought nothing more until now.

  Women and men reacted to me in this manner. A good old-fashioned eye fucking. It happened so often I’d gotten used to it. I was always careful not to sleep with any woman more than once, if only for the gossip. It was good for my image as a straight dude. However, that hadn’t happened for a long time and I wanted it to stay that way.

  Annalisa had been out of town traveling for her job at a well-known candy company, and she never bothered me. It appeared that was changing too. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her hanging on to me, other than she probably thought I should have married her by now.

  I’d been sleeping with my fist tight around my cock so often lately, that I didn’t miss the drama of having another person in my bed and house, telling me how to live, what the fuck to wear, what the fuck to eat and when to have sex—

  I heard Miranda’s voice and I focused on her face. She had been doling out instructions on how I should walk on the stage, where I should stand, and that I should smile. I know how to conduct myself in front of an audience, I thought. I didn’t need her telling me how to walk and not to engage the audience. When my eyes focused on her mouth, her words caught my attention and brought me into the now.

  “If I had the money, I’d bid on you, Jeremy. I’ve seen men in my time and I’ve had quite a few in my bed...” She strolled around me, pretending to pick lint from my collar, and then her nail settled on my back and she eased it down my spine, sending chills through me. My balls tightened and I turned to look in her grey eyes. “I’d give my last dime to have a romp with you for one night,” she hummed.

  “I wish I had enough money to buy me too,” I countered. I knew it was arrogant of me, but what else would stop her from gawking and suggesting that she would give me a blowjob, all I had to do was ask. How long did I have to keep up this pretense? I wondered.

  Miranda smiled. She wasn’t easy to offend. I guessed you couldn’t running a charity for Max. “I just wanted to go over what’s expected of you tonight. Whoever wins you...” she glanced up and smiled, “...will have you for a week.”

  “What are you talking about?” My words came out a little gruff. This was the first time I’d heard this, and Max had left her to break the news. He knew I’d sooner walk out than to give my time to someone I knew I wouldn’t enjoy, for a whole fucking week? I closed my eyes to get my anger under control. “I can’t go through this for a whole week. I have my business to run. Max knows this.”

  “It’s not going to be a full week. You just have to have dinner or lunch with the bidder. You have to keep your end of the bargain until we get the money owed. They’re bidding upwards of a million dollars, and your picture will be in the papers if the bid breaks all records. That’s why Max thought of you when one of his clients bowed out. Remember, this is all for charity,” Miranda added, looking up from her half-moon glasses. I didn’t know they sold those anymore.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Is that all? Is there anything else Maxwell Gold conveniently forgot to tell me?” I inhaled, hoping that she would get the fuck out of the room so I could relax before going on stage.

  I enjoyed seeing men and women admire me, even wanting to fuck me, but this was something completely alien to me. I’d stand on a stage with lights on my face, blinding me, while some old troll bid on me like I was a bull at an auction, only to be herded into a slaughterhouse. What got my jockstrap twisted? I wouldn’t be able to see who was bidding.

  “You know the bidding is open to men and women.”

  “I thought it would be women only.” I knew about both, because Max had just told me. I was being difficult. Why not make her as nervous as I was now?
I wasn’t about to out myself now for Max, or anyone. I had my parents’ name to think about, and brothers who would disown me if as much as one word got out that my preference was men. One brother, Jarrett, was running for Congress, Thomas was running for the governor of Washington State, and Carter was... well, self-employed. He owned his own tech company. And I couldn’t forget Jack. Jack knew all my secrets. Try keeping anything from a twin.

  “Men are likely to bid much more, that’s why Mr. Gold includes men. No one has to know, besides, you’re meant to be Mr. Glisson. Some of these men just want an opportunity to shoot the shit with someone who knows Mr. Gold. Their usual questions are about what Max is like.”

  “No one knows anything about you, Jeremy, and they won’t know. Mr. Gold has had everyone working for him sign an NDA. Look at you. If I didn’t know you better, I’d want to take you home with me.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “Really? I’m sorry but you’re not my first choice. I only date young women.”

  “Oh well, I thought I’d try. I heard you were open to all sexes and all ages.” I wondered how that had got around. Fuck a woman in her forties or fifties and she’d spread rumors about me. It was a phase I was going through when I felt lonely, and needed someone to talk to and fuck.

  “My past is my past.”

  “No one will discover your past unless you tell them, and as far as we know you’re just metrosexual.” I raised an eyebrow. “You like to shop and you have gay friends. I hear you have a gay brother.” Where the fuck did she hear that? Miranda grinned, and I didn’t return it.

  “The rules are ironclad here, Jeremy, women and men aren’t supposed to take advantage of this date. We would never allow anyone to overstep their bounds, because they would get kicked out of the country club, and you know how superficial some people are. Don’t worry it’s a great event, and from what I know the men are straight and the women are gay,” Miranda chuckled. “Just kidding. They just want someone to share an evening with them. Go to dinner, a sports game, or have a beer over steak and potatoes.”

  I hope the only thing they were trying to stake was lying on a plate. I didn’t want to end up on the six o’clock news, where my brothers would have to bail me out of jail, because one of these lonely men decided he wanted more than steak, I thought.

  “You’re doing a great thing by offering to take Mr. Glisson’s place. His name is still on the program.” Miranda handed me a copy, so I could see that no one really would know anything about me. “I hope you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all. If my bid comes in too low, then I don’t have to explain, I can hide behind Glisson’s name. Because of that, I’ll go along with the charade. I don’t think I will have to say who I am unless the bid reaches the hundred thousand mark which I doubt.”

  “With you, Jeremy?” Miranda stood back. “One more thing,” I furrowed my brow. “You have to leave your shirt opened down to the navel, but you can keep your coat on.” I opened my mouth to grumble, and she said, “You have to give them something for their money.”

  “How about I take off my pants?”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  I didn’t answer her.

  “My time should be enough. Well, let’s get the fuck out of this room. I’m getting claustrophobia.”

  “I’m getting hot just being around you, Jeremy. You sure you won’t consider me when you’re in your heterosexual phase.”

  “I’ll take that into consideration when I’m looking for a May to December relationship.”

  “Suit yourself, but I give a fantastic blowjob,” Miranda said, strutting close to me, then turning, brushing her butt against my cock and stepping away. When she reached the door, before she grabbed the knob, she whispered over her shoulder, “Call me when you’re in between dates.” Miranda chuckled with a sly grin that reached up to the left of her lips, and she shot me a wink.

  I rolled my eyes and thought, the way things are going, I may have to call her one night.

  I took one last look in the mirror, shook my head and strutted out of the door behind her. When I reached the stage, I stood beside men in their forties. Well, this should be a cinch. I was the youngest man in this crowd of losers, and probably the only bisexual among them.

  When I gazed out at the audience, before the lights went up and lowered, this looked like my kind of crowd, filled with women and men, and I knew then that the only ones bidding would be lonely women who just wanted someone to go out to dinner with. I felt secure within myself, until it was my time to make my entrance.

  The MC called a name and it wasn’t mine. I’d forgotten the name of the man I’d replaced.

  I stood there as they repeated Glisson several times, and then a young man came scurrying from out of the shadows and whispered, “It’s your turn, go.” I furrowed my brow at him. “What’s the matter?” he said as he came trotting up to me. “What’s wrong with you, got stage fright?” I’d never had stage fright in my life. “Mr. Glisson, they’re calling you. You are Mr. Glisson? Just go and stand on that yellow line.”

  Oh fuck. Glisson was who I was supposed to be.

  “Yes. I’m Glisson.”

  “Well the MC is calling your handsome ass on stage, and you’re gorgeous if you don’t mind me saying.” The way he was drooling, I thought he would slap my ass as I walked by.

  I glanced at the young twink, raised an eyebrow, then lowered my head, to look down and check that my shirt buttons were completely open down to my belt buckle as I strutted in the middle of the stage where there was a yellow marker.

  I stood there, unable to see a damn thing, but I heard the MC say, “Turn to the right... and now the left.” The only thing that was missing was for someone to rush up and ask to see my teeth, but the way I had a fuck-you smile pinned in place, there would be no need for that tonight.

  The lights had me blind and the only sounds were that of glasses clinking, forks hitting the plates, people laughing and clapping. I heard the auctioneer announce Glisson, and that was the time I realized that I was standing in the middle of a stage making an ass out of myself. But as Max said, it was for a good cause. What the fuck?

  Then I heard the bidding. The first bid came from Max, and then the closeness and softness of the voice had to be his husband, Jami, as he raised the bid, and then in the back of the room a young male voice bid fifty thousand dollars. Then it went to seventy-five, and on and on, until the only ones bidding were Jami and a young man with a sexy voice. My cock took notice and I had to will myself to calm down.

  When he bid one hundred thousand, no one would counter his bid. I knew Max had prevented Jami from going any further. That was the whole idea, to make me appear to be worth more and to get some billionaire to up the ante for a good cause. Max and Jami were more than generous with their gifts to the growing homeless population in Seattle, and that was their way of getting their friends to do the same. Friends who had the time and the money to give back to a worthy cause.

  Chapter 5

  Dorian

  It was a fucking trip getting across town especially since I was tired, and Phillip had chosen a Saturday of all days to tell me he needed me to go to a charity benefit in his place. I should have known once he asked me to come in on my day off that he would pull some kind of shit like this.

  Normally, I’d get a massage or go to the gym. There was good hunting in between those lockers. Only thing, this bottom hadn’t had his ass licked or fucked in months. I had this thing about wanting only one man at a time fucking me. I liked to know whose dick I was sucking, and where he’d put his wick last, which was something Phillip had promised, but couldn’t deliver. I wanted a man who’d say he’d be faithful and meant it. He’d promised me that, otherwise I never would have agreed to move in with him.

  Apartments were expensive and I’d shared it with a friend from college, but he wanted more than friendship and I didn’t love him like that. I thought I loved Phillip, or maybe I loved the way he lied to me.


  Phillip was the one who strained our already hanging-by-the-threads partnership anyway. For one, he was traveling abroad, leaving this firm for me to run, which kept me busy while he fucked around on me. However, after he’d met the man of his dreams, it was me who he sent to Europe to get out of the way.

  Phillip couldn’t keep his dick in his pants to save his life, all while I suffered through every conceivable problem that a firm this large could handle. And handle it I did, but he pushed me too far when he wanted me to spend my time with some baldheaded troll who was willing to spend tons of money to stroke his ego, and maybe stroke my cock.

  I’d said that was a bridge too far, but I had to do it to save the company if I was going to purchase it from Phillip, who threw money around, and sooner or later would find himself broke unless I bought the company. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was broke now, and that was a way to get some of the money back he’d promised me before this.

  I knew Phillip would sooner die than put up his own money behind a charity. He’d spend money on a well-hung cock and a pretty face before a charity. Phillip knew he would get his money back, because it would be this loser Glisson who would put up the money for this event. I guessed that was the way business worked. He scratched your back and you scratched his, but it appeared to be more of scratching asses, and I wasn’t ready for any of that. I just wanted a quiet Saturday night at home, sipping my wine as I watched Alfred Hitchcock’s “Lifeboat”.

  I would probably need a lifeboat if this didn’t work out, because I wasn’t opposed to telling a man who had hands like an octopus to fuck off.

  My eyes burned trying to see through the pouring rain, and a lifeboat would have been in order with the fucking bad weather making it difficult, even for my wipers. I hoped this wasn’t a sign. I hoped I hadn’t traveled through this fucking horrible weather across town, to discover that this would be one of the worse days of my life.