Kiss Me One Last Time

By GA Hauser

Businessman Ben Marsan owned a company that granted new startup companies cash. He loved his work so much, it consumed him.

Nelson Hayward, Ben’s lover, had waited a year for the handsome mature man to bring their relationship to the next level. But Ben’s work was his life, not him.

Nelson tried to make Ben jealous, dating other people, hoping Ben would make a move and marry him. But, Nelson’s plans didn’t work. So? He switched gears to keep money coming in.

Sandy Thomas, a struggling actor, meets Ben while working as a courier for a messenger service. Young Sandy is smitten by the handsome older CEO and makes a play for him. A real play. Sandy is a playwright and actor. When Ben offers to help his cast and crew, Sandy thinks he has found his man.

As Sandy and Nelson vie for the same partner, Ben sinks into his work even more to avoid making a commitment.
When he is reminded once more of the loss he may take if...he avoids letting his heart go.

Kiss Me One Last Time. And then, maybe, you’ll remember.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GA Hauser
• Release date: Feb 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463667033

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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KISS ME ONE LAST TIME

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G.A. HAUSER

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KISS ME ONE LAST TIME

Copyright © G.A. Hauser, 2022

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Chapter 1

Ben Marsan checked his watch again. The guests had arrived, and Nelson was late. Ben entered his bedroom and turned on a light. He picked his phone up off his nightstand and sent Nelson a text message, ‘Are you on your way?’

He stood, impatient, and then turned off the phone. Before he rejoined the guests, he entered his private bathroom and inspected his appearance. He wore a suit jacket and slacks, but no tie, his collar open at the top.

He touched his conservatively cut brown hair and stared into his own blue eyes. A houseful of business acquaintances and no partner to cohost with him…again.

Ben turned off the light and returned to his dinner guests.

He approached the caterer and said, Go ahead and begin serving.

Yes, Mr Marsan.

After checking the time on his gold watch in vain, Ben entered the sitting room where drinks and canapes were being served. He forced a smile and announced, Dinner is ready. Why don’t we relocate?

The couples, dressed in suits and cocktail dresses, held their drinks and made their way to the dining room.

Is Nelson not joining us? One of the wives of his business associate touched his arm lightly.

He’s running late. Ben had no idea where Nelson was.

She gave him a sweet smile and took her seat at the table.

~

I gotta go, Nelson said as he tried to button his shirt.

No, don’t go yet.

Smiling at this sexy siren, Nelson chuckled and stood near a full-length mirror to fasten his shirt.

Hands smoothed around him from behind and massaged his chest.

Nelson liked this pretty kitten. She was a model with aspirations to be an actress.

Take me with you. She pouted.

He saw her face in the reflection behind him. She was only wearing a bra and panties. The bed was a mess after they had made love.

I can’t take you. Nelson entered her bathroom, and amid the makeup and styling products, he used the toilet and washed his hands.

Julia leaned on the open bathroom doorframe, striking a pose. Wouldn’t you rather be with me than a stuffy dinner party?

Yes, but I have to run. Nelson pecked her cheek on his way by her. He picked up his phone and turned it on. It beeped with missed messages.

Bye. Nelson left her home and jogged to his car in her driveway. He tossed the phone on the passenger’s seat and revved the BMW, heading to Sherman Oaks.

~

After an appetizer the main course was served.

Ben ignored the empty chair next to him as the caterers he had hired placed the meal down for the guests.

The steak looked good but his desire to eat had vanished.

As the guests discussed politics and the economy, Ben heard the front door open and close.

He placed his napkin near his plate and said, Please, excuse me. He stood and investigated the noise.

Nelson had entered the home and was reading his phone in the foyer, which was dim.

Ben wasn’t happy Nelson was late. He was entertaining business associates, and this didn’t look very good.

Nelson, a man ten years younger than he was, at thirty, looked up at him and pocketed his phone. Hey, babe. He kissed Ben’s cheek.

Hey, babe? Ben peeked behind him. You’re an hour late.

The traffic from San Diego was lousy.

Still. You could have left earlier and made the effort to get here on time.

The celebrity tennis match took longer than expected. I’m here now.

Ben held him by his elbow and drew him to the dining room.

Nelson whispered, I need a drink.

Ben faked a smile and introduced his partner to those that did not know him, This is Nelson Hayward.

Sorry, I’m late. Nelson took the available seat. He grabbed a server and said, Dry martini?

Ben sat back down and placed his napkin on his lap.

Henry, a CEO from his company, asked, Were you out of town?

Yes. Participating in a tennis tournament. Nelson sat up higher when the server handed him a martini.

As the conversations resumed, and Nelson was given his starter and main course, devouring them both with a hearty appetite, Ben wondered about Nelson.

Recently he’d been ‘out of town’ a lot. The man didn’t hold a steady job. But, Ben tried to keep an open mind when it came to his partner of a year.

He’d been young once too.

So, Ben, another CEO asked as they dined, Do you expect this year to be bullish on the markets?

As Ben gave his opinion of the economic prospects of a new year, he saw Nelson quickly shut off his phone, keeping it low, under the table, and then resume devouring the food.

~

Nearing midnight, Ben emptied his pockets onto the nightstand. The guests had left and the caterers had straightened the kitchen and dining room.

Taking off his watch, Ben turned to see Nelson lingering near the dresser, his back towards him.

Sighing tiredly, Ben said, Are you staying?

Uh…

It was then Ben could see the glow of Nelson’s phone. Look, Nelson, if you don’t want—

Nelson spun around and rushed towards him. No. Ben. I do want you. It’s just…the events keep me rushing around all over the place.

Ben tried to judge if he was lying. He stared into Nelson’s brown eyes critically.

Nelson kissed his jaw and ran his hands up Ben’s sides. You know what you mean to me.

Do I? Ben wondered if he meant money. A bank account.

Of course, baby. Nelson shut off his phone and slid it neatly into his trouser pocket. You want a nice blowjob? Huh? Nelson touched his crotch, running his fingers over Ben’s zipper flap.

Ben didn’t. He was tired. He turned towards his nightstand and tried to have faith. Faith he wasn’t being lied to. Integrity meant a lot to him.

Let me take a shower, and I’ll let you do anything you want to me after. How’s that? Nelson undressed quickly, dropping his clothing on the floor. He winked at Ben and closed himself into the bathroom.

Ben didn’t know what he wanted from Nelson any longer.

The connection between them felt cool.

He undressed and hung up his clothing, then folded Nelson’s outfit to place on a chair. When he did, he felt the phone in the pocket.

No, he didn’t snoop. He didn’t know Nelson’s pass codes.

Until recently, he didn’t think he needed them.

Ben turned down the bed and rubbed his face. He slid under the crisp sheets and felt his body relax after being tense from worry and hosting business associates.

The shower stopped and noise of the sliding glass door closing came through the wall.

Ben touched his soft cock and wondered if he just wanted to sleep.

Nelson emerged from the bathroom naked and crawled into bed with him. You hot fucker. Let me make you come.

Did you clean for sex? Ben asked.

Nelson avoided eye contact. I’m beat after the tournament and drive from San Diego. But I can please you. Nelson ran his fingers under the covers and cupped his palm over Ben’s soft cock.

Ben nudged the blankets off.

Nelson positioned himself between Ben’s thighs and took his cock into his mouth.

Hearing Nelson’s moans, meant to coax him into a climax, Ben wondered if it was an act. If this whole relationship had become a parody.

But, a BJ was a BJ. He closed his eyes and went elsewhere in his head, while Nelson gave him an orgasm to help him sleep.

~

Sunday morning, Ben opened his eyes to hazy sunshine. The space beside him was vacant. Sitting up higher on the pillow, Ben noticed a note had been left near his watch on the night table. He picked it up to read.

‘Sorry I had to split so early. Headed back to another event. xoxo!’

Ben crushed the note in his hand and dropped it to the floor. He rolled to his side and stared at the curtain sheers on the windows.

~

Nelson drove home. He had his own apartment. Did Ben ask him to move in? No. Over a year had flown by and Ben didn’t advance their relationship an inch. Nelson wanted stability. He wanted a spouse. Women were into commitment. Ben was not. Or at least he never spoke of it. Never.

Exhaling loudly as he drove, Nelson wondered if Ben would ever change, or if they’d be stuck in the same damn spiral of waiting so long, time had passed them by and they were old and gray. One thing Nelson knew for certain. He would not wait for Ben forever.

Chapter 2

Good morning, Mr Marsan.

Good morning, sir.

Hi, boss!

Hearing his cheerful employees, Ben held his briefcase as he entered his company headquarters in Los Angeles. His staff greeted him as he made his way through the lobby to the elevators.

Men in business suits, women in skirts and blazers, scurried around like busy bees.

He rode the elevator alone to the top and exited it at his office.

Good morning, Mr Marsan, more employees greeted him.

His mood was lousy after what he considered a crappy weekend. Ben paused near his secretary’s desk. Anything urgent, Daniel?

Nothing urgent, sir. Did you have a nice weekend? Daniel looked neat. Tidy. Slightly flamboyant.

Come into my office. I need to dictate a letter.

Yes, sir.

Ben entered his office, placed his valise down on the desk and opened it. He removed files he had worked on all day Sunday, because Nelson never showed up. They were supposed to play racquetball at the club.

Ben played on his own. Worked out on his own. Swam on his own, while Nelson sent excuses via text message.

Daniel, a fine young gay man, aspired to become a fashion designer. Meanwhile he was working for him as a secretary. Ben appreciated Daniel’s efficiency and work ethic and would highly recommend him for any job Daniel wanted in the future.

Ben loosened his tie and opened the top button of his shirt, then poured himself coffee from a pot already made for him at his wet-bar.

Daniel entered the spacious office with his pen and pad and sat across from the rosewood desk.

Ben sipped the strong black coffee after adding milk and placed the cup on his warmer, then took his jacket off and hung it on the back of his leather swivel chair.

To the Chairman of the Board… Ben began his letter.

Daniel wrote it down as he dictated.

…regarding the upgrade of our software to the next level… Ben sat on his chair and held the warm cup in his hands. It was cold outside. Not icy. No. But in Southern California, forties felt chilly.

It was colder than that.

…if the transition can be made without disruption to the staff, then write up the cost estimate and get it to our CFO ASAP. Ben took a sip of the coffee.

Daniel had a steady partner. He lived with a man. Was happy. Stable. Ben wasn’t sure married life was for him. He didn’t trust anyone. He assumed sooner or later something would go wrong. Why risk it?

…if the upgrade can occur over a weekend, that would be appreciated. Ben stared at his framed degrees on the wall of his huge office. Also, make sure that every staff member is trained on the new program so we can make the transition smoothly.

After a few more details were spoken to Daniel, Ben said, That’s it. Send it via courier to the IT office across town. I want a hard copy as well as a computer trail. He sipped the coffee as he thought about the expense and no doubt moaning from employees who hated upgrades. He was one of them, but he had been overruled by the board.

Go ahead and copy the appropriate parties via email…I know if I don’t send it that way, they’ll think I use a rotary phone and telegraph.

Yes, sir. Daniel rose up and held his pen and pad. He smiled at Ben. The smile was weird, sort of sappy.

Yes? Ben set his mug down.

Daniel said softly, Nelson’s a lucky man. He lowered his head and left the room.

Ben gazed at the empty office and drifted off into his own thoughts.

~

Sandy Thomas entered a lobby of one of the downtown LA office buildings. Over his shoulder was a strap from his leather bag. He jogged to an elevator as it opened.

Employees exited and the passengers waited patiently to board. Sandy’s fingers were cold from the wind outside. He stood with the group, facing the door. He poked the top floor button and cleared his throat.

Checking the information from his phone, Sandy was left by himself in the elevator for the last trip up to the top floor. He exited and entered another lobby.

A young man was seated at a desk. He wore a turquoise shirt under a dark blue suit jacket and had a black tie with pink stripes. Showy? A bit. But this was LA.

You ordered a courier? Sandy asked the young man.

The secretary looked up from his computer keyboard and paused as they made eye contact. Sandy shifted in his shoes and adjusted his leather bag.

Yes. The man with the pink and black tie removed a manilla folder from his drawer and stood from his chair.

Sandy set his bag down and unzipped it.

The secretary approached him. This needs to be hand delivered. Please have them sign for it and return the receipt.

Okay. Sandy read the address.