Chapter 49

Beau POV

Angela is already getting dressed by the time Beau finally wakes up. He does a dramatical stretch and leans across the bed to touch Angela’s waist. She looks up from where she’d been doing up her shoes.

“Stay,” he says. “I know you love lazy morning sex.”

Angela gently covers his hand with her own. “I can’t,” she whispers. “It’s already eight. I’ve overstayed. I don’t want to get caught.”

Beau groans and falls back into the bed. He wipes a hand over his face. “The only one capable of catching anyone doing anything is the goddamn Nanny.”

“I told you I don’t like when you call her that,” Angela says, gently. She shrugs a coat up on her shoulders. “She has a name.”

“Yeah,” Beau snorts. “Nosy.”

Angela gives him a look before she leans forwards and presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll see you later,” she says.

Beau catches her hand. Angela looks down at him. He smiles gently. She leans in and presses a kiss to his lips this time. Beau’s hand comes up to cradle her cheek. He slips his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. Angela pulls back and shakes her head.

“Beau,” she warns.

Beau sighs and drops his hands back to the sheets. “Yeah, yeah, goodbye.”

Angela smiles down at him and stands up straight. She pulls her bag up her shoulder. With one final glance at Beau, she turns and leaves the room. The door clicks shut behind her and Beau rolls up.

He rubs at his face with his clammy hands, feeling a slight headache coming on. Makes sense given the amount of whiskey he and Wyatt drank the night before. He grabs his phone and filters through the massive amount of texts he has. Most are unimportant, girls trying to come over. He ignored them all the night before. Mainly because Angela needed him. The place she occupies in his heart is large enough that other girls can’t compare.

He's about to stumble out of bed and put some boxers on when his door flies open again. None other than the Nanny is standing in his door. On a Friday morning when he has no classes, nonetheless. He groans and throws himself back into his sheets, arm over his head.

“What?” he barks.

“Good morning to you too,” the Nanny says. She has the audacity to be sarcastic about it. “I brought you coffee.”

Beau sits up again. “What a lovely surprise,” he says. “Did you bring me this coffee in exchange for something.”

“Kind of,” the Nanny says.

She hands him a mug and perches on the edge of his bed. He doesn’t like the way she acts like she belongs in his room. Because she doesn’t. She stares at her hands for a bit until Beau has to clear his throat to get her to talk again. Her eyes go wide then she starts talking.

“I was thinking—"

“Is this about last night?”

The Nanny looks up at him. “It’s fucked up, you know that right?”

Beau groans. “Thank you, Morality Police. I’m aware.”

“Neil doesn’t know, does he?” she continues.

Damn her for asking the hard questions. Beau takes a sip of his coffee and scratches the side of his head. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, trying to put it into words.

“I’ll take that as a no,” the Nanny says, plainly.

“What do you want me to tell him?” Beau snaps. “The girl he loves is using him because her dumb-ass Dad fucked up. Oh and I’m fucking her because he doesn’t do it well enough?”

The Nanny’s eyes go wide. Fuck, Beau thinks to himself. That was probably too much. He waves a hand to try and brush it off and continues.

“You don’t get it,” he says. “You know nothing of high class life. You think life is black and white and good and bad. It’s not. It never is.”

The Nanny bristles. “I never said life was good and bad.”

“You act like it,” he says. “You come in her demanding I tell my brother something that will shatter his soul out of morality. You don’t think about the others it will effect in the process.”

“Because it’s wrong!” she says, getting riled up.

“We’re fulfilling eachother’s needs,” Beau settles back into his bed. “Neil gets to act like he has a girlfriend and Angela’s dad gets out of the hole he buried himself in.”

She shakes her head fervently and looks back at him. He can see the disgust in her eyes. For some reason, it shakes his core. He cares what she thinks of him. The side comments she made about his sex life are one thing. He knows he’s a whore. He sleeps around a lot and loves doing it.

But this is a slight on his being. She believes he, as a person, is not good. But she doesn’t get it, he tells himself. She’s from the slums where all the cared about was staying alive. Being in his spot, it’s hard. Being him is hard. Being with Angela is easy. That’s why he thinks he keeps her around. To combat the misery he feels about being a Hayes.

“I don’t expect you to get it,” Beau says, softly. “But I do expect you to respect it. If not for me then for Angela.” He shakes his head. “She’d never come back if it came out.”

The Nanny just nods. He’s watching the cogs going in her head. She’s trying to figure out who to betray. Beau or Neil. So he takes her hand in his and looks into her eyes.

“Please, Chloe,” he whispers. “Do it for Angela.”

Their eyes are locked and he can see the depths of hers. There’s so much behind the brown there. Little specs of honey swirled in between coffee colored holes. He finds himself getting lost in there. He’d never noticed how lovely her eyes were before.

He then shifts his focus to the way his hand feels, wrapped around hers. Her skin is soft, pillowy and covered in an assortment of freckles. He traces a thumb across the vein on the back of her hand and watches a shiver go up her neck.

He’s then very aware of how completely naked he is under the sheet. He drops her hand in an instance and recoils in on himself. Chloe looks a bit sit to see him shrivel back. She nods, however.

“Fine,” she says.

“Thank you,” Beau says. “It’ll mean a lot to her.”

Chloe nods again and then gets up and starts back to the door. “Enjoy your coffee.”

Beau raises the glass and then she’s gone. He’s left on his own, with the start of something stirring on the sheets and a big fat question mark in his brain.

What the Hells was that?