His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 141: This House Smells like Sex And Sperm.

Chapter 141- This House Smells like Sex And Sperm.

Logan's POV

I looked at Tyler the moment he said, "Tell Maya to fuck off."

I didn't argue. I didn't even ask questions.

I just nodded my head and walked over to the door. That's all he needed from me—one nod. One silent confirmation that I was going to handle it.

But when I opened the door... she wasn't there.

That little rat had already disappeared.

She must've gone downstairs. She probably ran away with that same big mouth of hers, still talking like she had something important to say. That girl doesn't even know how close she came to getting a piece of my mind that she would've never recovered from.

I was ready to ruin her entire mood, maybe even her week. I wanted to put fear in her chest. Just one sharp warning that would remind her she's nothing but a shadow in this house—not someone who gets to bark orders.

But now she's gone.

Lucky her.

She should thank her stars, honestly. If I had caught her still standing there, she would've walked away crying, shaking, probably dragging her tears down to my father to report me—again.

Good. Let her go.

She's not even worth the energy.

I turned back into the room and saw Tyler staring at me. His eyes were filled with confusion, and if I'm being honest, mine probably looked the same. I couldn't even tell who looked more lost—him or me.

We were both just stuck in this weird silence.

I didn't say anything to him. No smile, no goodbye, no final words. I just reached for the door again, locked it behind me, and made my way downstairs to meet my dad.

Every step I took, my heartbeat got louder.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

I could hear it in my ears, feel it in my throat.

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My breathing wasn't any better either. It was so heavy, I felt like I was walking through fire. I didn't even get the chance to take a proper shower because of that pest Maya. She just wouldn't shut up. Telling me what to do like she owns the damn place.

She was barking like a stray dog that lost its owner.

Even had the guts to try and enter the room like she was invited. Said she would wait inside.

Wait for who?

Wait where?

With what rights?

Where did that kind of audacity come from? I swear, the wings she's growing—I'll personally cut them off soon.

I raised my arm and sniffed myself, trying to figure out if I smelled bad. But honestly, I couldn't tell. My head was too clouded with thoughts of what my dad wanted. I didn't even know if I smelled normal or like a whole trash bin.

I just wanted this talk over with.

When I finally reached downstairs, I saw my dad sitting on his favorite chair—the same one he always acts like is a throne. He was there, pressing his phone like nothing in the world bothered him.

I stood in front of him without saying anything.

I didn't feel like greeting him. I didn't feel like pretending. I didn't feel like playing "good son" today.

"What did I even have to say?" I thought.

He looked up and smiled.

"Oh, Logan. Here you are."

I rolled my eyes so hard, I almost saw my brain.

"Dad, can we just skip all that and go straight to why you're here?" I said, already tired.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Can't I come to the house I built with my money again?"

There it is.

The drama.

He always finds a way to remind me that this house was built by his money. Like I'm supposed to clap for him every time he walks through the door.

I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say to that.

"So why are you calling me?" I asked. "Is something wrong? I told Maya to come tell you that I'm busy, but she told me you said it was very important and I had to come downstairs."

"Apologies for disturbing you. I didn't mean for it to sound that way... or for Maya to say it like that. Apologies once again," he said.

I didn't even bother to answer.

If he had something to say, he better say it fast and clear. I didn't have all the time in the world to stand here and play guessing games with him. My patience was already hanging by a thin thread, and the last person I wanted to deal with was him.

He adjusted himself in the chair and smiled like he was trying too hard to look calm.

"So... my beloved son, Logan," he began, dragging the words like a movie villain. "I came here to talk about a family matter... or maybe I should call it a friend's issue."

I stared at him like he just said the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.

"Family issue?" I raised one brow. "What family issue? Because last time I checked, there's only two of us in this house who are blood. And neither of us have any problem—at least not that I know of. So what exactly are you talking about?"

He chuckled like I just asked a silly question.

"You don't always have to be blood-related to be called family. There are people who become family by bond, by time, by trust. There's someone I consider family to us... and I want to know what's going on between the two of you."

Here we go.

He's doing it again—going in circles, talking in riddles.

"Dad," I sighed, rubbing my temple, already tired. "Please just go straight to the point. I'm not in the mood for this slow speech and suspense. It's really frustrating. Just say what you want to say and let's end this talk already."

That's one thing about my dad. He always talks like he's performing a drama in his head.

Never straight. Always talking in circles, pulling you through unnecessary corners before getting to the main thing.

I have things to do. My whole body is still tense. I haven't even had time to cool off. And here he is again, wasting my energy.

He finally leaned forward a little, like he was about to deliver the big reveal.

"So sorry, my dear beloved son," he said again. "The person I'm talking about is Lucas. He told me he's back and—"

I froze.

Lucas?

This again?

What does that bastard want now? What made him go to my dad to complain about me?

And why the hell is my dad calling him 'family'?

Lucas isn't my family.

He never was.

He never will be.

The only family I have... is papa. That's it. End of story.

Lucas can go screw himself.

But then... my dad suddenly stopped talking. Just paused mid-sentence like he forgot his lines.

I looked at him, confusion slipping into my eyes. "Why didn't you finish what you were saying?" I asked, my tone sharp. "Why did you suddenly stop?"

He didn't respond right away. Instead, he stared at me. Like he was studying me... or trying to figure something out.

"I perceived something," he finally said.

What?

"Something made me stop," he continued, still watching me closely. "You made me stop."

What the hell was he talking about now?

I frowned. "What do you mean I made you stop?"

"It's simple," he said, folding his arms. "You walked in, and immediately, I perceived something that made me stop talking."

Then he dropped it.

"Logan... did you have sex?"

My heart stopped.

I blinked.

"What?"

My throat dried up. I couldn't even find words for a few seconds. That question threw me off completely.

Did I what?

Was I supposed to say, Yes, papa. I had sex today... and it was with a guy?

But even that wasn't the truth.

Because technically... it wasn't even full sex.

So is that a yes or a no?

I swallowed hard and looked at him. "Why are you asking me that? Did something happen? Is there something you want to know?"

He leaned back in his chair. "I want an answer, Logan. A simple one. Yes or no. Did you have sex today?"

"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. "No, dad. I didn't. Stop repeating that word."

I was already getting nervous.

But he didn't stop.

He looked me dead in the eye and said the one sentence that made my heart skip a full beat.

"Then why do you smell like sex?"

I froze.

"Why do you smell like sex and sperm at the same time?"

Boom.

It felt like he threw a grenade in the room and just sat back to watch it explode.

My mouth dropped slightly. "What... what did you just say?"

I stammered.

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. How did he even say that so calmly?

He stood up slowly, still looking at me. "Since you're insisting you didn't have sex... then I think it's only fair that we both sit down and watch the CCTV footage. That way, we can find out who's lying."