I'll Say I'm Sorry Now

By GA Hauser

Two brothers, one man.
Though there was a five year difference in their ages, thirty-year-old Joel Vaughn and his younger brother, Tim, couldn’t have been more opposite, except for one thing; they were both gay.
Joel managed to become a multimillionaire creating a technology based company which had hit the stock market and made him and his business partner very rich men.
Tim, on the other hand, was a struggling actor, getting bit parts in commercials, with a lousy talent agent representing him.
Then, one evening while they dined together in West Hollywood, they both laid eyes on a stunning man. The bartender, Kerry Weston. Young Kerry was also a struggling actor, trying to make it big, like Tim.
But as each of the brothers tries to capture the heart, and the body, of this stunning man, they realize the chase is soon an impossible dream.
Neither brother is aware the other is making a play for the handsome man, but soon, Kerry is put to the test, and must choose.
Money and fame? Or common ground?

The one thing Kerry isn’t aware of is that the Vaughn brothers like to play around, while Kerry was a commitment kind of guy.

It’s inevitable someone will pay dearly for the game.
“I’ll say I’m sorry now.”
It’s coming. But from whom? And when?

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: May 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311362414

GA Hauser

About the AuthorAuthor G.A. Hauser is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, USA. She attended university at The Fashion Institute of Technology in NYC, and has a BA in Fine Art from William Paterson College in Wayne NJ where she graduated Cum Laude. As well as degrees in art, G.A. is a Graduate Gemologist from the Gemological Institute of America (GIA). In 1994 G.A. graduated the Washington State Police academy as a Peace Officer for the Seattle Police Department in Washington where she worked on the patrol division. She was awarded Officer of the Month in February 2000 for her work with recovering stolen vehicles and fingerprint matches to auto-theft and bank robbery suspects. After working for the Seattle Police, G.A. moved to Hertfordshire, England where she began to write full length gay romance novels. Now a full-time writer, G.A. has penned over 200 novels and short stories. Breaking into independent film, G. A. was the executive producer for her first feature film, CAPITAL GAMES which included TV star Shane Keough in its cast. CAPITAL GAMES had its Film Festival Premiere at Philly's Qfest, and its television premiere on OutTV. G.A. is the director and executive producer for her second film NAKED DRAGON, which is an interracial gay police/FBI drama filmed in Los Angeles with the outstanding cinematographer, Pete Borosh. (also the Cinematographer for Capital Games)The cover photographs of G.A.'s novels have been selected from talented and prolific photographers such as Dennis Dean, Dan Skinner, Michael Stokes, Tuta Veloso, Hans Withoos, and CJC Photography, as well as graphic comic artist, Arlen Schumer. Her cover designs have featured actors Chris Salvatore, Jeffery Patrick Olson, Tom Wolfe, and models Brian James Bradley, Bryan Feiss, Jimmy Thomas, Andre Flagger, among many others.Her advertisements have been printed in Attitude Magazine, LA Frontier, and Gay Times.G. A. has won awards from All Romance eBooks for Best Author 2009, Best Novel 2008, Mile High, Best Author 2008, Best Novel 2007, Secrets and Misdemeanors, and Best Author 2007.G.A. was the guest speaker at the SLA conference in San Diego, in 2013, where she discussed women writing gay erotica and has attended numerous writers’ conventions across the country.

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I’LL SAY I’M SORRY NOW

By

G.A.HAUSER

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Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2016

I’LL SAY I’M SORRY NOW

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2016

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Chapter 1

Joel Vaughn and his brother, Tim, each took a seat at the bar. Joel loosened his shirt collar and rolled up the cuffs of his dress shirt. Thank fuck it’s Friday.

Tim glanced at his older brother. I don’t know why you work so hard. You’re the fucking president of the company.

Joel chuckled and stared at his brother’s blue eyes. Buddy, I didn’t get where I am from not working. He tilted his head to his brother’s attire; which was a black muscle T-shirt, and torn jeans. Certainly not from ‘acting’. He used air-quotes and laughed.

Fuck you. I’m getting work. Tim leaned his elbows on the bar, his motorcycle helmet was beside him.

Joel pointed to the helmet. Why don’t you put that on the floor? The bartender can’t even see us.

Tim placed the helmet near his feet and gave Joel a look of irritation. Why do you treat me like I’m three years old?

Because you act like a toddler. Joel tried to get the busy bartender’s attention.

And you act like an asshole.

The man behind the bar finally noticed them. He set coasters down in front of each of them, and asked, What can I get you?

Joel thought the bartender was gorgeous. He took a moment to admire his chiseled good looks.

Tim said, The dark porter on tap. And we’d like to see a menu.

You got it. And for you, sir?

Sir? Joel choked, hearing his brother laugh at him. I’ll have a dirty martini. Before the bartender walked off, Joel asked him, How old do you think I am?

The bartender just smiled and made their drinks.

Tim chuckled. I’d rather be a toddler than a ‘sir’.

I turn thirty and I’m old? Joel ran his hand through his hair. This town sucks.

Stop whining. You’re dressed like a businessman. Christ, you have corporate-America written all over you.

Joel leaned back to give his brother a glare. And? I’m rich, I own a six-million dollar mansion in Sherwood View Estates, and I drive a BMW.

Tim shrugged. Capitalism at its best.

Hey. Joel grew annoyed. I worked for it. I didn’t get it handed to me. Don’t whine to me because you can’t get anything more than shitty bit roles and commercials.

Am I complaining? Tim touched his chest.

Joel shook his head in disbelief. If you spent more time in school than you did at the gym, maybe you’d be rich too.

Fuck you.

Here you go, gentlemen. The sexy bartender placed two drinks down, and then gave them each menus. Just let me know when you’re ready to order.

Tim shot the man a flirtatious look. You got it.

Joel sipped his martini and stared at the bartender.

He’s fucking hot. Tim drank from his beer.

Yeah, whatever. Joel scanned the food selection quickly, knowing the menu since he’d been here before.

How old do you have to be to serve booze? Tim asked.

I guess twenty-one. Why? Joel moved the menu aside and picked up his martini glass.

No reason.

Joel noticed his brother staring at the bartender while the young man laughed, serving another customer.

He and his brother were five years apart in age, but they had one thing in common. They were both gay. But they couldn’t be more opposite when it came to their personalities. How they had come from the same parents was a mystery to Joel.

Joel noticed Tim straighten his posture as the cute bartender returned.

Do you guys know what you want?

Joel opened his mouth to reply but Tim beat him to it.

The bacon burger and wedge cut fries.

And you? The bartender turned his attention to Joel.

The salmon, grilled, with asparagus, and just lemon on the side of the starter salad.

Very good. The young man smiled and when he did, dimples appeared. Joel was about to die he was so cute.

The bartender walked away, taking the menus and placing their order.

When Joel came back to earth after getting lost on the hot man, he noticed his brother also staring at the bartender’s tight bottom.

Joel cleared his throat. Anyway…

Tim snapped back to attention.

What are you doing this weekend… Other than working on your pecs?

Really? Tim asked, looking at his brother in annoyance. I have to listen to your shit the whole time we eat?

Sorry. So, any plans? Joel drank his cocktail and lost himself on the bartender.

No.

~

Tim finished his beer and rested one of his shoes on the helmet near his feet. He watched the man behind the bar and figured he had to be in his early twenties. His brother was thirty, but some men went for the money, not the sex appeal.

His handsome brother had both.

Tim glanced at Joel’s profile, his designer clothing and gold watch. They’d always gotten along, as brothers do; sometimes best buddies, other times, needling each other.

But in reality, they just had each other. Their dad split when they were little. Joel took it the hardest since he was seven, and understood what was happening. Tim was two, and only remembered his father from photos. And his mother didn’t have many of those. Once he left, she tore most of them up, raising two sons on her own.

Tim wasn’t envious of Joel’s wealth. Joel had earned it. He and his friend Ray Reynolds had developed a software company at the right time. It hit the stock market and the business skyrocketed.

Joel had conservatively cut hair; hair the same color as his eyes, chocolate brown, and impeccable taste in everything, including men.

He was the polar opposite; covered in ink, riding a Harley, and working as much as he could as an actor, while living in a one-bedroom apartment in West Hollywood. But he knew if he was in trouble, Joel would be there for him.

Unless Tim was actually living on the street, he was fine. So far, the few roles he was able to get from his agent, paid the bills.

The bartender approached. How are you guys doing?

Joel held up his empty glass. Another round? He nudged Tim. You want another beer?

Sure.

I’ll check on your order. The young man took their empty glasses away and gave them each ice water.

After they both ogled the handsome man, Tim shook himself out of it, and asked, So, what are you doing this weekend? I can’t remember if you told me.

Joel sipped the water. I have no idea. Ray wants me to research a new app. The designer says it’s… woooo! Joel made a mocking gesture waving his hands in the air. So fabulous!

Tim smiled. Well, ya can’t blame the guy for trying.

True.

The bartender set two fresh drinks down, and then silverware, wrapped in cloth napkins.

Thanks. Tim unrolled the napkin and placed it beside him.

Joel put the napkin on his lap and picked up his drink.

The bartender left and returned with Joel’s salad. Is that enough lemon?

Yes, thanks.

The handsome man met Tim’s gaze. Your burger will be ready soon. Do you want me to wait to serve it when your friend gets his meal?

He’s not my friend. Tim gave Joel a silly expression. "He’s my brother. My older brother."

Joel elbowed Tim at the age tease.

Oh. The young man appeared shy or embarrassed. Sorry.

Joel said, No need… hey, what’s your name?

Tim perked up.

Kerry.

With a ‘K’?

Yes. The bartender smiled sweetly and pointed to the end of the bar. I’ll check on your food.

Once he left, Joel said, Dibs.

You can’t call dibs on a man. Tim drank his beer and watched his brother eat his salad. I’ll bet he’s got a boyfriend. He’s so fucking hot.

Probably. Joel squeezed lemon on his salad and Tim got nailed with a citric spray.

Hey! Tim held up his hand. Watch it. You’re squirting me.

Joel dropped the lemon into Tim’s beer, and laughed. I thought being squirted in the face was something you liked.

Asshole. Tim scooped the lemon wedge out with his fork.

Why? Lemon in beer is all the rage.

Not in porter. Tim dumped the beer-soaked lemon on Joel’s plate.

Joel used his fork to flip it onto the bar. Oooh, pale ale, sorry.

Not just pale ale, smart guy. Tim watched the bartender as he spoke to other men at the counter. Bet he gets hit on every night.

You’d better believe it. Joel ate his salad but Tim could see he was staring at the handsome man. And I’ll bet he makes a bundle in tips.

He’s got to be gay.

Well, he is working in WeHo. Joel set his salad aside and checked his phone.

Tim could see him texting someone, which was normal, since his brother was the CEO in his own business.

Joel put the phone down beside him and drank his martini.

Are you going to ask him out? Tim asked.

Nah. Are you?

No. Tim leaned his elbows on the bar again.

Any leads for another role? Joel used his napkin to wipe his mouth.

I’m going to do a voiceover for a commercial.

That’s kind of cool.

I thought so. It’s for trucks.

Joel nodded. Is your agent decent? I mean, commercials, voiceovers? Nothing that can break you through into something bigger?

I don’t know. When he first signed me he said the tats limit my look, but fuck that. First of all, I can play every badass cop or crook on TV, and secondly, they don’t have to show me shirtless.

Joel shook his head as he looked at him. Never should have gotten the tattoos.

I don’t have sleeves. I’m not that bad. Tim looked at his shoulders.

Here ya go.

Their food was placed in front of them.

Tim sat back and looked at his plate of burger and fries, and could see the calorie difference between his brother’s and his meals, but… he worked out a lot harder than Joel did.

Kerry placed ketchup near Tim and took the lemon wedge that was left on the bar. Anything else?

I’m good, Tim said.

Another? Kerry pointed to Joel’s martini glass.

No. I’m driving… my BMW, so I’d better not.

Tim rolled his eyes as his brother tried to impress the kid with his material toys.

Kerry laughed. Right. Better not. He met Tim’s gaze. And nothing more for you either?

Mimicking his brother’s tone, Tim said, I’d better not, I’m riding my… Harley.

Kerry perked up. I ride. I have a Kawasaki.

Tim noticed Joel shift on his barstool, as if seeing he had something in common with his hottie bugged him.

Tim held out his knuckles for a bump. A brother on two wheels.

Kerry returned the fist bump. You’re both hilarious.

Joel muttered, Yeah, a laugh a minute.

I’ll check back on you. Kerry left them to eat.

Tim leaned on his brother’s shoulder. That’s one for me. He licked his index finger and made an imaginary tick mark in the air.

Joel ate his food, and then said, Wait until he sees my tip.

Tim’s smug smile fell and he picked up his burger, taking a big bite. They’d never been in competition for the same man, and Tim knew Joel had all the advantages. Besides, he didn’t want someone coming between them. At least it had never happened before.

He and Joel may bicker, but the love they had for each other, was strong.

~

Kerry wiped the counter after a customer left. He glanced at the two men and wouldn’t have believed they were related. But the longer he looked, the more he could see a slight resemblance. He assumed the well-dressed man who had the high-end gold watch and mentioned a BMW may be only a few years older than his muscular tattooed, blue-eyed brother. To Kerry, they looked about the same age.

Two gay brothers? He glanced up after he’d cleaned a few glasses and they were both staring at him while they ate.

Kerry felt his cheeks grow warm. Yeah, maybe they’re gay.

He’d just started working this job, and being in West Hollywood, the men that propositioned him varied from underage kids, to octogenarians. He was warned by a few of the waiters that he would be hit on quite a bit, since not only was he adorable, he was a bartender.

It seemed to be part of the job.

Kerry certainly didn’t mind the boost to his ego, but he wasn’t a slut either. The last thing he wanted to do was fuck or suck a different man every night and then end up with a cluster of enamored suitors jamming his bar to fight over him.

It just wasn’t his thing.

Yes, he was only twenty-three, but he didn’t like the idea of hookups. He wanted one guy. One man to be loyal and true.

Seeing how easy it was for him to get that ‘quickie’ he wondered if he was in the right job. But, the tips were amazing, and he had his ego stroked nightly. His cock? Well, he was stroking that himself… for now.

He made sure the customers at the bar were taken care of, then he spotted one of the brothers get up and walk to the men’s room. Kerry checked on their water glasses, bringing a pitcher over to refill them.

How’s your meal? Kerry asked.

Fabulous. I’m done. You can take it away.

Kerry set the water pitcher down and picked up the plate, bringing it to a busing area. He returned to see if the man wanted dessert.

Kerry stopped short when the handsome man held out a business card.

This is for you.

Kerry took it and read the name. Joel A. Vaughn, ‘President’. Under it was a chic logo, email address, FAX, and cell-phone number. Kerry looked into the man’s dark brown eyes and the sensual gleam he was receiving made the hair on his neck stand.

This man’s brother returned, sitting on the stool.

Kerry tucked the card into his pocket. He asked the handsome man with the tattooed shoulders, Should I take this plate?

He ate one more fry from it and gave Kerry a sexy smile. You can take it now.

At being the object of desire from these two hunks, Kerry’s skin felt like it was on fire.

Let me just wash my hands. Joel left the bar.

Kerry picked up the plate, when the gorgeous man with the tattoos said, Hey, Kerry.

Kerry stood still, holding the dish.

The handsome man leaned towards him. Here’s my number. Call me.

Kerry was handed another business card. He took it, smiled, but felt his stomach flutter out of nerves. He carried the plate to set on top of the other, and then he took a peek at the second card. Timothy R. Vaughn, model/actor. Under his name was contact information for his agent, and in ink, hand-written on the back was a cell-phone number and ‘Tim’ written next to it. He pocketed it as well, and turned to look at Tim. He was staring at him, appearing as if he was smitten.

Kerry was flattered by the sexual advances from two men he considered stunning. He slid the card into his pocket with the other and noticed Joel return, joining his brother. Kerry tried to get himself under control and walked towards them. Anything for dessert?

Joel shook his head, removed a money clip, packed with cash, and said, Just the bill. Separate tabs. This guy can pay his own.

Ha. Ha. Tim removed his wallet. No dessert. Thanks.

Kerry returned to the cash register and totaled up each bill, then he brought them over in folders. Thanks.

Joel said, Hang on. He read the total and put hundred dollar bill on the folder. No change.

No change? Kerry knew the tip was nearly seventy dollars.

Tim put a debit card into his folder, and thumbed at his brother. "He’s flashing you his money since he