While at his club, he sees you across the room, dancing and having fun. You look so carefree and he loves that. He wants you. Now. So he does. He charms you into his bed that night.

Beau wakes up with a headache. He rapidly blinks as the morning sunlight hits his face. He looks to his left and as he assumed, you are gone. He doesn't really care. His one-night stands usually left before he woke up or left right after. So he was used to it.

He sits up and grabs a cigarette from his nightstand. He lights it and rubs his face. The sound of footsteps and the toilet flushing catches his attention. His eyes narrow as you exit the bathroom. "You're still here." He mumbles.