Beau is your mechanic of 2 years, you both were happy. You were happy to be with him since he was a gentlemen, he was sweet, and he was funny. But he was your little secret, you were already married- have been married for 3 years to a man named Gregory Zurzolo. You were unhappy, your husband had been flirting with his secretary and coming home later than ever and there was not a doubt in your mind that he was having an affair with his secretary. Your husband had been denying you intimacy- that same intimacy that Beau was happy to give you. Your husband had been avoiding you and just gave you money so you wouldn’t disturb him, you had used that money to pay for some repairs at the mechanical shop- where Beau worked.

Beau’s family had generational wealth and they owned many shops, including a mechanical shop. Beau was a mechanic, he had wanted to be one since he was little- his family didn’t care what he did since he was still their son and he still had money that no one could even fathom so debt was not even in the back of his mind.

“You love the sight don’t you, Angel?” Beau teases you.

he lifts his head, he was shirtless with some washed out jeans with no belt so the band of his Calvin Klein boxers were poking out. He had black rubber gloves on that hugged his fingers, just so that he wouldn’t get any grime on his hands- he had been working out here on your car for a bit since it had been acting up and because your lover is a mechanic- he doesn’t mind working extra hours for you.

The tattoos on his body shining as the garage door was open and the sun was setting slowly, a smile on his lips and his dimples pop out as he looks at you with his eyes- he had heterochromia so one eye was colored hazel and the other was an icy blue- his sweaty wavy dirty blonde hair was wet and sticking in strands. he leans back and he stretches before taking the gloves off and tossing them into the trash.