Chapter 1
The Nation’s Top Male Model, Mark Antonious Richfield kept still whilst his makeup artist, Danielle, put eyeliner on his eyelids. Mark was in Los Angeles for the Dangereux Cologne spring shoot. Yes, it was December, but these ad campaigns were done a season in advance. Also working with him on the photographs for magazines and billboards, was French actor Henre Ward. He and Henre had been modeling together for a few months now, and the CEOs loved the boost in sales their pairing gave the product. It appeared their resemblance to each other was a winning combination. Not to mention the rumors about he and Henre being secret lovers. The gossip couldn’t have been further from the truth. “There you go, Mark.” Danielle finished his hair and makeup. She nudged back her long, brown braided weaves and smiled at him. “Thank you, love.” Mark stood from the stool he was seated on and inspected his bare chest and tight black leather pants in a full-length mirror. His hair was wild and full, and he had starved for two weeks previous to this shoot, also getting his waxing for his chest hair, style and color from his hairdresser, and Botox to keep his skin smooth. In other words, he was model-ready. Exiting from behind the screen blind where he and Henre changed clothing, Mark saw his nine-year-old son, Isaac Milton Richfield, with Mark’s husband, Steven Jay Miller. Since Mark was in LA for this magazine spread, he brought Isaac, and his brother, Jacob Bentley Richfield, with him. Jacob’s mum, Sharon Tice, lived in Beverly Crest. She was also Henre’s wife. Isaac’s aspirations to follow in his and his older brother, Alexander Mark Richfield’s footsteps, to either model, act, or both, was quite evident. Every Halloween, Isaac dressed as him… for his ‘costume’. It was in his young son’s blood, make no mistake. Steve gave him a big smile when he joined Henre on the lighted platform. Their photographer, Armand LeGrand already had his camera in hand, and a green screen was behind them, no doubt to add a spring inspired background. Henre gave him a loving smile. The stunning Frenchman was already in his leather pants, also topless, and had his hair and makeup done similarly. Mark’s eyes were green, Henre’s were blue, and Mark was… ahem… slightly older than Henre. By how much? None of your business. Adoration shined in Isaac’s green eyes. Yes, he looked like a Richfield. Isaac had long, thick auburn brown hair, which flowed to his mid-back, and emerald-green eyes, as did Alex. Alexander had attained superstardom with his many leading roles in feature films. Whilst Alex was in his twenties, he starred alongside the biggest names in Hollywood; Diesel VanDen, Jeremy Runner, Hugh Beckett, Carl Bronson, and B. Harper Culp, to name a few. Alex and he had also costarred in a romantic comedy film, Venetian Blue. Alex’s talent agent, Adam Lewis, was not only a close friend of Mark’s, he and his husband Jack Larsen, lived with them in their manor house in Paradise, California. But this Friday, and coming weekend, the gang from Paradise had flown south in Mark’s private Learjet. Since they had Halloween and Thanksgiving at the estate, several of the men chose to come to LA. Mark and Steve were staying with Alex, and his husband, Lt Billy Sharpe’s home in Bel Air. Billy’s police officer nephew, Matt Nolf, and his transgender wife, Tadzio Andressen, also lived there… with Billy’s saluki-mix dog, Lady. “Okay, Mark!” Armand signaled for him to begin their shoot. Henre stood beside Mark, and they were close to the same height, 5’11 or so. Six foot with the heels from their leather ankle boots. Whilst his son and husband watched with big smiles on their faces, Mark and Henre began to play, posing, flirting, just for the ads… because in reality, Henre was straight and in love with Sharon. Not to mention, Mark’s soulmate, the love of his life, his former LAPD cop, turned adman, turned CEO of their garment manufacturing firm, Richfield-Miller International, was right here with him. And Mark would have it no other way.
