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Over
fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love
London
Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former
lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in
his bachelor badge.
Brandon
McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only
saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big
break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will
capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
This
is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some
hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different
backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
Here is an Excerpt!
Brandon
and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the methods
he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object of his
desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he didn’t bore
him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man tire of
him too quickly.
London poured some
more of the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon.
They’d finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt
nervous. He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly.
“Um thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.
“You’re welcome.”
London lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re
here just having drinks. Relax.”
Brandon nodded and
lay back against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man
of his dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne
and after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils,
he felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his
flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice.
“I’m tryin’, it’s just...” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee
table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London, and
I... This is really a thrill for me.”
London chuckled and
moved closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but
I’m just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here,
love.”
To Brandon McFerry,
he did. London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on
this sofa with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take
London into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like
that too, but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a
hand on top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”
“I do.” London
placed an arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work
of art I have at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”
Brandon looked at
the owner with widened eyes.
Did he just say...?
Brandon thought he
just heard London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.
Could it be? Could
the man he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that
belonged to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you
home, tonight?”
London held onto
him a little tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just... I
really do like you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me
for moving too quickly but...”
“No, no, not at all
I’m just a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”
“Good. Then, if you
don’t mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it
weren’t opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since
it’s a big event…”
“Yes, yes, I
understand. I have no issue with staying here late with you.”
He really didn’t. There
was nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t
moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.
“Great, now.”
London poured the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish
this off, shall we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”
Damn.
Seeing London pour
yet another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already
felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t
have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that
upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”
“And thank you
again for the painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted
with Brandon, clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.
The painter nodded
and did the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.
I have to make a good impression on him if I want a
chance at being part of his life.
Once they’d
finished drinking the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back
out to the main area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along
with the wine.
He just couldn’t
believe this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful
businessman and owner of the new club, Fantasia.
Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in
this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man,
he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London
expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his
dream of meeting him.
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