Page 5 of King Daddy

“Sometimes. My youngest owns The PlayPen.”

With his eyes still closed, Kylo smiled. “It’s good you still support him, even with him owning a kink club.”

“I was there for a reason the night I met you, so I can’t judge, can I?”

Kylo finally opened his eyes and focused on Beau. Holy hell. It was obvious Beau hadn’t expected him to open his eyes. The heat that stared at him—until Beau rearranged his features—scorched him to his soul.

Kylo had never been a wilting butterfly. He gave the heat right back. “Good to know you weren’t just visiting your son. That means I have a shot.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Or not,” Kylo muttered as Beau turned out the light.

He felt the bed dip. Kylo listened as Beau shuffled around, getting comfortable. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he flirted with Beau. The guy was obviously someone important. Kylo hadn’t missed the way he had dodged giving his last name. He was probably married or something. Fuck. He had two sons. There was a very real chance he had a wife at home. Well, shit. Life was always a kick right in his ass. Beau had made a singular mistake, though. He had told him about his son owning The PlayPen. Now he was an internet search away from Kylo knowing all about him.

Chapter Two

Nonstop thoughts about Kylohad Beau sitting at The PlayPen more often, hoping his little kung fu master showed. He kept to himself unless he spotted one of his sons. Beau knew they didn’t see it or appreciate it, but he tried his ass off to fix their family. It wasn’t like him to go out of his way for people. His family meant everything to him, whether they realized it or not.

His sons-in-law played nearby with the husband of his youngest son’s bodyguard. He knew Banks thought of his guard, Shane, more like a brother than an employee. That sometimes happened with longtime employees. Henry had been with him since Beau began his business back in Italy. The guy wasn’t allowed to walk away.

His sons, on the other hand, were a hairsbreadth away from never looking back. Today, surprisingly, they sat withhim, watching their husbands take turns jumping on a small trampoline. Briefly, he considered using Henry’s upcoming birthday as an excuse to ask them to dinner. He tossed the idea aside. They would probably just take Henry out without him. Plus, his ex had recommended not manipulating them. Kylo had said he caught more flies with honey. He had nothing to lose by taking their advice.

Beau cleared his throat. “The house has been really quiet without your mom. Would you two join me for dinner? Please?” He tacked on the last bit purely to prove Kylo wrong. Honey didn’t work on people like them.

Boone and Banks looked his way.

Banks answered on their behalf. “Sure, Dad.”

He was shocked, but he jumped on the agreement. “Is seven okay?”

Boone looked thoughtful. “Can we do six instead? Jupiter has a dentist appointment in the morning. I’d like to get him to bed early.”

Beau stood before they changed their minds. “Six is great. I should probably head out, though, so I can let Pierre know.”

“I do miss Pierre’s cooking.” Banks made the claim while watching his husband. He sounded distracted, but Beau would take it.

“See you at six.” He headed for the door. There was a bit of pep in his step. He felt like he had found a new superpower. Beau had Mickey stop by their favorite coffeehouse and grab some pastries before heading to Kylo’s place. He had no intention of telling Kylo he had been right. Beau just wanted to see him. He wanted to make sure he was healing okay.

With his bribe in hand, Beau headed Stew’s way. “Good afternoon, Stew. I’m just here to see Kylo.” He acted as if he suddenly recalled the donuts he held. “Oh. I saw these and knew Kylo would want you to have them.”

A bright smile stretched the burly doorman’s face. “Thank you. These are my favorite. Kylo isn’t home, though. He’s never here on Thursdays.”

Beau tried his best to hide his disappointment. It seemed honey wasn’t as potent as Kylo claimed. “That’s too bad. I’ll have to check back another day.”

Stew nodded. “Try back tomorrow. He’s always at home on Fridays.”

Well, he would be damned. He had bribed the guy right into telling Kylo’s schedule.

Beau smiled. “Thanks. I’ll do that. Have a great day.”

“You as well, sir.”

Well, fuck. Now he had the whole day to kill before the boys came for a visit. He ended up sitting on the couch and staring at the crown Kylo gave him. It truly was beautiful. It belonged on Kylo’s head. Not his. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Kylo, saying he had a chance. Beau had panicked a little at the flirtation. Kylo didn’t know him. He didn’t see the monster. If he knew Beau, and—somehow—still accepted him, Beau would eventually have to confess all his sins. Kylo would look at him differently. The sassy smile would turn to disgust. Maybe even hate. It was nice having one person in the world still think he was good.

Boone came through the door with Jupiter on his arm.

Beau set the crown aside and stood. He hadn’t realized how long he had been lost in thought. “Hey. You made it. I don’t think dinner is quite ready yet.” At least Pierre hadn’t said as much.

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