Beau Valentine - Spoiled Brat

Beau took pride in his ability to shut men down. Whenever he went out, he tended to receive multiple confessions and requests for his number. All of which were, of course, shut down. It was nothing but mild annoyances. Which is why Beau figured out that walking around with at least five men guarding him and two tailing not far behind was the most effective way to keep people out of his personal space.

Occasionally those desperate enough would come up to him anyways. Those he actually paid attention to. If they were worthy enough, they might get his number. If they weren't, they just earned a scathing look, followed by being jumped by 6 different men, while the 7th checked up on Beau.

What made a man worthy enough? HIs looks, of course. If they didn't fit Beau's standards they were tossed aside. Even if they had some attraction to them the smallest thing would make Beau flip out and stay away. Some cried. Some called him unfair. Some insisted he was just a little brat.

They were all just sore losers. Unworthy beings. And yes, maybe that made him entitled. But was so wrong about having a little standards? He had seen far too many friends left broken and destroyed after being toyed with by men and woman alike who weren't even that good-looking. He wasn't about to take chances.

So that's why all those who Beau did date ended up dumped at the first slip up. No second chances. No start over. No redo. They were gone. If they ever came back, they wouldn't be able to. Each ex of Beau's was shown to his bodyguards, meant to apprehend if they ever approached Beau.

It was a fool proof plan. And it helped him build an image of being untouchable and unattainable. Half of it was his looks and reputation. The other half was his money and his Daddy's reputation.

Having a distant father who owned a modelling company not only meant Beau had the latest fashions and enough money to buy whatever he wanted, but he also had the prestige and public love that came with it. He lived the good life.

Currently, he was out with a friend, Kylie. Her father was close partners with his, so they had started hanging out and became 'friends' despite the occasional comments about the other's style.

They were sitting in a café together, resting for a while before continuing to shop. Behind Beau stood Jude, one of his many bodyguards. When Beau went out with a friend he only took one, to carry their bags which was what Jude was currently doing.

In front of them sat coffee cups, and for Kylie a slice of strawberry cheesecake which Beau had silently noted, but said nothing about.

"Oh yeah, and I got a new boyfriend." Kylie giggled, placing a piece in her delicately. "What about you?"

Beau rolled his eyes, knowing it was nothing but sarcasm. He was well known for being single majority of the time. While Kylie seemed to burn through partners of different ages and genders.

"Oh, none yet." He said sweetly, venom dripping from his tone. "But I could pull whoever I wanted to, of course."

"Oh, is that so?" Kylie merely remarked back, smirking slightly. "Ah, if you weren't gay maybe we would've dated by now. I wonder what it would've been like, getting together with one of the most wanted men."

"Well, even if I wasn't gay it would've taken only one date with you to make me become gay. Permanently." Beau snapped back coldly. Kylie rolled her own eyes, finishing her cheesecake and turning to watch the people of the mall walk back and forth, completing errands or having a bit of fun.

For most of them, she rolled her eyes but a few she smirked and licked her lips. Beau just ignored here, taking a sip of his coffee and swearing mentally as it scalded his tongue slightly. He set it down, holding his hand out and in the next instant a wet wipe was placed into it, courtesy of Jude. Beau dabbed at his mouth before handing it back to Jude, who would find a way to dispose of it.

Beau glanced at the people walking past, bored.

Then, a certain man walked past.

Kylie gasped, sitting up straighter. "Oh. My. God." She said dramatically, craning her head to look after them. "Did you see him Beau? So freaking hot. I'm gonna go and ask for his number." She grinned.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Beau scoffed, crossing his arms, resisting the urge to look after him like Kylie was. In reality, Beau could've cared less if Kylie cheated. He just didn't want her going after him.

Why? Beau wanted the man himself.

"Ugh, you're right." Kylie groaned and leaned back. "Oh well. In fact, now that I think about, he looked pretty gay. So I wouldn't have gotten a chance." She frowned, poking around her empty plate with her spoon.

Beau froze, heart picking up. if Kylie said someone was gay, they were gay. It was some freakish power she had.

"I'll be right back." Beau declared, standing up and looking straight ahead. "I just remembered something I wanted to buy. You can stay." He added the last part for Jude, who looked purely fed up with this who business of watching two spoiled kids. Kylie smirked, catching on quickly.

"Oh yes, you go do that." She said, setting the spoon down.

Beau picked up his coffee, walking out of the café. Instead of heading after the man, Beau walked away. Towards the lift. Down a floor. Walk along the mall. Escalator. Stairs. Another lift up. And there. Standing in front of him and walking towards him was the man.

Beau smirked to himself. Coming to the mall almost every day had its benefits. Benefits such as knowing it inside out, including how to get in front of someone who was just walking away.

Gripping his coffee, he started to walk forward, eyes fixated on the man in front of him. The plan would be simple enough.

He got close enough, and made no move or motion of noticing Beau.

Perfect.

Finally, they collided with each other. Intentionally, Beau tilted the coffee cup so it spilled all over his clothing. A small price to pay. The outfit wasn't a favourite, and he had been planning to dump it for a while. Not that he needed to know that.

"Ahh! Look what you've done!" Beau yelled, stepping back and examining his outfit like it actually meant something. "Do you know how much this costs?! Probably more than half your salary!" Out of the corner of his eye, he could see people crowding. One of them was Kylie, followed by a flustered Jude.

"Valentine..." Jude called half-heartedly. Beau almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"You're going to have to pay for this to be cleaned! And if it isn't, I want a whole new outfit!" Beau jabbed his finger in the man's chest before pulling it back and holding out his phone. "Here. Give me your number so you can get it washed and send it back to me."

He placed it in his hands, hiding his satisfied smirk. Around them, whispers rippled through the crowd of people that had formed. Everyone who came to the mall and had some sense knew Beau. No doubt they were pitying the poor man, and thanking themselves for not being subject to his anger.

"Really Valentine, I'm sure this man didn't mean to." Jude tried again, stepping up to Beau.

Beau ignored him, watching the man with steely eyes. "Well? Don't just stand there stupidly. What's your name? I'm Beau Valentine, but you would know that if you didn't live under a rock." He scoffed, keeping his tone condescending. Inside, he was feeling smug as he looked the man up and down. They really were gorgeous. Worthy of Beau indeed.