Chapter 509: The Best Type of Feast
There was never going to be a perfect moment, he knew that better than most. So, instead of waiting for it, Beau decided to steal it.
The house was quiet. Hattie had gone upstairs not long after that final toast—to gluttons for punishment. It was fitting, after all. Beau never claimed that he wasn’t. And if Hattie was going to turn him down, well... he was also really bad about giving up the things that he wanted.
He lingered in the kitchen long enough to clean up the dishes, to give himself time to think, to plan. He was going to give up his soul, and while he knew that it wouldn’t kill him, he still didn’t know what he would do if Hattie rejected him.
Could she reject him? It was her soul he held inside of him. Still, he wasn’t overly anxious to figure out if she was the type of girl to cut off her nose to spite her face.
Taking in a deep breath, Beau slowly let it out as he wiped his hands on the dish towel. He had two choices: man up and face possible rejection, or turn tail and run.
Fucking glutton for punishment. Even if she rejected him, she would at least see him as he was. And there was a certain sense of accomplishment in that.
For too long, he stood back and watched while the others kissed her, touched her, ruined her in ways that he could only imagine. But it really couldn’t be all that easy for her, juggling so many men. It was understandable that a few balls dropped once in a while.
Only he was tired of his balls always dropping.
No. He wanted her to see him as he was. He wanted to taste her like the others had, he wanted to prove to Hattie that he could be everything she ever dreamed of... that he could and would bend over backward if it meant keeping her happy and relaxed.
He had no problem feeding her, even if he was shit at it at first, he would learn to do better. He would be better.
Just to have the chance to worship her, to give Hattie everything that he ever was, both the human and the demon side of him.