His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 117: What The Actual Fuck

Chapter 117- What In The Actual Fuck?

Tyler's POV

"Imagine I start by paying a blog to leak our messages," he mused. "With screenshots. Proof." His fingers tapped his phone. "Have you forgotten?" he cooed.

"I still have all of our chats. Every single word. Every single dirty little secret." Logan's face didn't change. But I knew him. I saw the tightness in his shoulders. The way his fingers curled just a little too hard.

Lucas smirked. "The messages would only show your number," he continued, shrugging. "Not mine." Then his smirk widened. "Now imagine how the school would react to that." A pause. A beat of silence.

Then—"Imagine them finding out that the almighty Logan—" Lucas gestured vaguely toward him, "—the same Logan who always has girls hanging off his arms, the same Logan everyone thinks is a walking sex god—"

He leaned in slightly. "Isn't even bisexual." Another pause. Then—"But is actually just gay."

Naomi gasped next to me. My heart slammed in my chest. Lucas' words were like a dagger. Cold.

Lucas smirked, tilting his head. "How do you think they'll feel, huh?" Logan's fists tightened.

"They're going to bully you," Lucas continued, voice dipping lower. "Every fucking day. You know that, right?" Silence. A deadly silence. Lucas' eyes gleamed. "And with just the snap of my fingers," he whispered, holding up his hand, "I can make that happen."

He grinned. "This is the kind of news bloggers live for." He chuckled. "I don't even have to pay them." He flicked his phone screen lazily. "All I have to do... is share the good news." Another smirk. "With proof." He snapped his fingers. "Poof." A mock pout. "And just like that, your life will be ruined."

I inhaled sharply. This guy... This guy was a fucking demon. A manipulator. A blackmailer. And the worst part? Logan still wasn't saying anything.

What the hell was he doing? Why wasn't he fighting back? He needed to stand up for himself. But he just stood there. Frozen. Silent. I clenched my jaw.

Ooo wow, I thought to myself.

I was already uncomfortable. Like, really uncomfortable. Because why the hell wasn't Logan saying anything? Anything at all? He just stood there, arms crossed, shaking his head, looking at Lucas like he was the biggest disappointment of the century.

The silence stretched. And honestly? I was scared. Because who wouldn't be? Lucas had just played the most ruthless blackmail card I had ever seen, and Logan was just standing there like it was nothing?

Then—Logan took a deep breath. A shift. His lips parted, and finally, he spoke. A small thrill ran down my spine because—thank God—he was finally saying something. He shouldn't fall for this bastard's tricks. He shouldn't let himself be manipulated. And yet—there was something weird about this whole thing. Something I still didn't understand.

I had known Logan for years. For a long damn time. And never—not once—had I seen him with Lucas. Not in school. Not at parties. Not anywhere. So why was Lucas here, threatening him like this? What exactly was the relationship between these two?

I'm having the shrills that they were ex lovers because only ex lovers would act this way and have this kind of proofs.

I honestly felt so jealous

I was hoping

Genuinely hoping that Logan would stand up for him self.

Then, Logan laughed. No—he burst into laughter. Loud. Sharp. Maniacal. Like a madman.

"You have proof of our conversation talking dirty," Logan repeated, shaking his head, still laughing. Then, just as suddenly, the laughter cut off. His lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "And so what?"

Logan took a step forward. "Anyone can fake that shit," he continued, voice dropping lower, more mocking. "That's not even real proof. And it seems—" He cocked his head. "It really seems like you're forgetting who I am."

Lucas stiffened. Logan's smirk widened. "I was quiet with you in the relationship," he said, voice turning cold, "but that didn't mean I wasn't a mean motherfucker."

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That was when everything came flashing back

They were lovers!!'

They dated.

And Lucas on the other hand doesn't want the relationship to end.

Now I understand where all the blackmailing were coming from.

The air shifted.

Logan's expression darkened. "Lucas," he said softly, almost fondly, "I'm the devil." I felt Naomi flinch next to me. Logan tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something almost inhuman. "Even the devil learns wickedness from me."

I swallowed. Lucas' face twitched. Logan chuckled. "You think exposing me as gay will ruin me?" he asked, amusement dripping from his tone. "That sending proof to the whole school will make you win?" He clicked his tongue.

"I always love asking this question," he mused, stepping even closer. "Is being gay a bad thing?"

Silence.

"You act like this is some huge scandal," Logan scoffed. "Like it's some shameful thing.

Everyone has their sexuality. Everyone has their own preferences. And you—" He pointed a lazy finger at Lucas. "You're bisexual."

Lucas flinched. Logan laughed. "You like men," he taunted. "You like being with guys. So why are you acting like a homophobic little shit?"

Lucas clenched his fists. And Logan? Logan's smirk grew. "I've come to a conclusion," he drawled, eyes glittering with pure malice. Lucas' breath hitched. Logan leaned in, whispering, "You haven't been fucked recently, have you?"

I choked. Naomi gasped. But Logan wasn't done. "You're always the one doing the fucking," he mused. "That's why you're angry. That's why you want me back."

Lucas stiffened. And Logan—Logan licked his lips.

"Because you know how good I made you cum," he whispered, voice smooth as silk, dripping with sin. "You know how I made your legs shake. How I made you beg for more."

Lucas took a sharp breath. Me and Naomi? We were frozen. Our brains had short-circuited.

Damn. Fucking damn. Naomi and I locked eyes. We both had the same exact thought. WHAT THE HELL DID WE JUST HEAR?!

But Logan and Lucas? They didn't notice us. Didn't even look our way. Because Logan—Logan was still talking. He took a step back, sighing dramatically. "Let's put that aside, dear Lucas," he said, voice turning mockingly sweet. "Let's move on to the real topic."

Lucas was breathing hard. Logan grinned. "You really think I'm scared of bloggers?" he snorted. "That I'm scared of my dad?"

Lucas said nothing.

"Do you honestly think I'd be scared of some cheap-ass bloggers with dead careers?" Logan sneered. "Please."

His fingers snapped.

"Just one snap of my fingers can bring their already-dead blog crashing down."

Lucas' throat bobbed. Logan tilted his head. "And you think you can blackmail me," he said, voice soft, lethal, "with some cheap-ass screenshots?"

Lucas clenched his jaw. And then—Logan's smile turned wicked. He pulled out his phone. "You forgot something important, Lucas."

A beat of silence. A moment of stillness.

Then—

"I have your nudes on my phone."

Boom.

The whole world stopped.

Lucas' face drained of color. Naomi's hand flew to her mouth. And me? My soul left my body.

HOLY. FUCK.

Logan had those kinds of proofs? And he had just been standing there letting Lucas run his mouth?

Logan chuckled darkly. "You take one step," he whispered, "and I'll take twenty."

Lucas staggered back. "You... You wouldn't," he rasped.

Logan's smirk widened. "Watch me."

A pause. A deadly, horrifying pause.

And then Logan's voice turned light, mocking. "And, oh, don't worry," he purred. "I won't just post your nudes."

Lucas froze. Logan's eyes gleamed.

"I'll post every single one of your family's nudes too."

Silence. A terrifying, bone-chilling silence.

"Imagine how bizarre that would be," Logan mused.