Basic Information
Adam's live-in personal assistant (PA)
Physical Description
Personality & Traits
Backstory & Relationships
Lost both his parents at a young age. Has helped raise his baby sister, Tallulah, since he was seven.
None—has been working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. Hasn't had time to form friendships.
He's spent most of his life carrying the weight of others on shoulders too young to bear the burden.
At just seven years old, Bo stepped into a role no child should have to fill. When his mother was diagnosed with stage IV cervical cancer while pregnant with his baby sister, Tallulah, she made the ultimate sacrifice—postponing treatment to give Lulu a chance at life. She passed away only weeks after Lulu’s birth.
Bo’s father, devastated and overwhelmed, took on a second full-time job to make ends meet, leaving Bo to care for Lulu not just as a brother—but as something closer to a parent. He cooked, cleaned, did homework with her, and kept the house running as best he could, all while trying to hold on to what was left of his own childhood.
Then, just months before his high school graduation, Bo lost his father to a long and grueling battle with cancer. With no remaining family and the threat of foster care looming over Lulu’s head, Bo did the only thing he could: he dropped out of school, joined the workforce, and raised her on his own.
Over the next ten years, Bo worked every job he could land without a diploma—grueling hours, backbreaking labor, and barely enough pay to scrape by. But he did it. He got Lulu through school, kept her safe, and helped her reach for the future he never got to claim.
Now, with Lulu off to UC Berkeley to chase her mechanical engineering dreams, Bo is finally—hesitantly—stepping into the next chapter of his own life.
The job with Adam Littrell—reclusive millionaire and one of Las Vegas’s most notorious enigmas—was never part of Bo’s plan. But with a salary double what he’d made breaking his back in construction, and the added bonus of room and board, he couldn’t say no. Not when there were still college bills to pay. Not when he was finally allowed to breathe.
Bo doesn’t dream big. He doesn’t know how. But for the first time in a long time, he’s starting to wonder what it might feel like to want something for himself. To feel safe. Wanted. Seen.
And maybe… just maybe… loved.
Romantic Ties
He never expected to fall for the “Beast.” And he certainly never expected that behind the headlines, the growls, and the stone-faced stares, Adam Littrell would be something else entirely—kind. Compassionate. Hurting.
At first, the attraction felt fleeting—an inconvenient spark he chalked up to proximity and Adam’s objectively chiseled everything. But as the days turned into weeks, and Adam’s gruff edges gave way to a surprisingly thoughtful core, Bo’s crush deepened into something far more dangerous.
Still, he resisted. Adam was his boss. A millionaire with a broken past and a heavy legacy. And Bo? He was just a high school diploma-less, small-town transplant scraping together enough income to put his sister through college. No matter how much he wanted Adam—no matter how many times his stomach flipped at the man’s rare, genuine smiles—he couldn’t risk it. Lulu came first.
But Adam didn’t storm the gates of Bo’s resolve—he waited them out. Earned his way inside with friendship, shared secrets, and slow-burning trust. Until one night, when Bo finally gave in to the fire they’d both been dancing around, and begged Adam to take him to bed.
Even then, Bo drew a line. Friends with benefits. Nothing more.
He couldn’t afford to fall.
And yet, fall he did. Hard. So hard, in fact, that he started making plans. Quiet ones, tucked away in the corners of his mind. He’d find a new job. A new place. He’d free himself from any financial entanglements and then—only then—would he ask for more.
But before he could speak those dreams aloud, life came crashing in.
Lulu was injured in an alcohol-related car accident, and everything else faded to dust. She needed him. And Bo… well, Bo didn’t hesitate. He broke his own heart and walked away from the man he loved.
He meant to stay gone. Meant to honor the sacrifice.
Until he saw Adam lose the title fight he’d been training for since before Bo entered his life. Until he realized that love—real love—wasn’t a burden. It was a home. A harbor. And maybe, just maybe, a second chance.
When Lulu decided she wanted to return to Vegas—and Adam opened his arms, and his home, without hesitation to them both—Bo finally saw the truth: he didn’t have to choose between family and love, safety and passion.
With Adam, he could have it all.
Bo’s glazed eyes drifted open and met Adam’s with bleary focus. “Would you fire me if I kissed you right now?”
“H’okay.” Adam hopped to his feet as a zing of bright hot lust arrowed straight into his groin. “It’s definitely time to get you home.”
“You wouldn’t, would you?” Bo frowned and swayed to a standing position, stumbling as soon as he was upright.
Adam caught him but was careful to keep distance between them. Bo’s frown deepened as he took a deliberate step forward. His slender body pressed flush against Adam’s, and for a brief pause, Adam allowed himself to press back.
“I’mma kiss you now.” Bo snaked his arms around Adam’s waist and lifted onto his toes. His soft, plump lips brushed Adam’s chin when his senses kicked back into gear at the last moment and he turned his head.
“Bo.” Adam gripped Bo’s shoulders and eased him away. The painful erection trapped behind the stiff fabric of his designer jeans throbbed in protest, but Adam forced the head with a brain to keep control. “You don’t want to do this.”
“Don’t I?” Bo lifted his brows. “Says who? You gonna fire me if I do? I don’t think so. You wouldn’t. You’re too squishy-hearted.”
Adam huffed out a laugh. “Squishy-hearted?”
“Yup.” Bo popped the p at the end with an exaggerated smack of his lips. “You’re a big ol’ softy who I wanna get very, very naked.”
“Fuck.” Adam groaned and held Bo firmly at arm’s distance. “You’re drunk. We can’t do this. I’m going to take you home and put you to bed.”
Bo’s brows waggled as he struggled to free himself from Adam’s grip. “Yes. Bed. Bed’s better than a bar for naked stuff.”
Have mercy. Adam closed his eyes and willed himself the strength to do what was right.
The server dropped off their check, and Adam had to free Bo to sign. He wrapped around Adam like a vine, the evidence of his drunken arousal pressing against Adam’s thigh.
“Kiss me.” Bo rocked his hips and clawed at Adam’s back. “Kiss me.”
Adam carefully extracted himself from Bo’s arms and once again held him at bay. “Bo, listen to me. You’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t want you waking up in the morning and regretting this. Let’s get you home and put you in your own bed.”
Bo’s brows furrowed as he yanked himself out of Adam’s hold. “I don’t care if I’m drunk. I know what I want.”
“Okay.” Adam drew out the word. He ran a hand through his hair to give himself a moment to think. “You know I want this too. Hell, I’ve wanted to kiss you since that first day you showed up on my front porch. But there are reasons we’ve kept our relationship platonic all this time. Rational, realistic reasons. We can’t let one night of lowered inhibitions get the better of us.”
“Fine.” Bo stomped his foot. Literally stomped his damn foot like a five-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. “I’ll be good for now. But you better brace yourself, ’cause it won’t be coffee I’mma use to wake you in the morning.”
With that, Bo turned on his heel and left.
Fun Extras
Several minutes—or it could’ve been hours—later, something poked Adam in the ribs. He grunted but didn’t move. His breathing was nearing normal again, but his head was still in the clouds. High as fuck with no hope of falling anytime soon.
“Crap on a cracker, Adam.” Bo’s voice was hoarse and distant. That irritating little poke returned to Adam’s side, this time with more force. “You must weigh a thousand pounds after sex. There’s gonna be a Bo-sized pit in your bed if you don’t get offa me.”
“Shit.” Adam struggled to his hands so he could support his own weight, his arms shakier than after one of his most grueling upper body workouts. “Sorry. You okay?”
Bo wriggled his shoulders and grinned. “Frickin’ perfect, thanks. Especially now that I can breathe.”
