His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 142: Caught In Between

Chapter 142- Caught in Between

Logan POV

I stood there—frozen.

I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think properly.

What the actual hell is this man's problem?

I stared straight into his eyes, not blinking, not even breathing too loud, just stuck in place like someone pressed pause on my whole body.

CCTV?

What did he just say?

"Let's watch the CCTV," he said. Like it was just another sentence. Like it didn't have the power to ruin my entire life.

We've lived in this house for years. Since when did we ever... ever... watch the CCTV for anything?

That's how I knew something was off.

This wasn't normal.

This man was setting me up.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

And maybe it's my fault for not seeing it earlier. He didn't just come to talk. He came with a plan. A wicked one.

But... why am I even calling him wicked?

He's not wicked. He's just sharp. He wants answers. He wants to know. He thinks I came with someone, and in his head, he's probably imagining some girl sneaking up the stairs, all giggly and sexy.

He wants proof.

He wants to catch me in the act.

I'm going to be in for it.

Big time.

My hands suddenly felt cold, but I didn't let it show. I couldn't afford to lose my cool. I knew that the more I argued, the more he would dig, and I can't risk that.

I need him to trust me.

That's all I need right now.

And if I have to lie through my teeth to get that trust, then so be it.

"Why aren't you saying anything, Logan?" he asked, voice a little louder now.

"I thought you loved arguing with me? What happened? Why are you suddenly mute? Or did the cat finally bite off that perfect little tongue of yours?"

I blinked but didn't say anything.

What did he want me to say?

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't sound like a lie... or lead to more questions.

But I couldn't stay silent either. I had to say something. Anything.

I took a breath, then another. Then I looked him in the eyes.

"What do you want me to say, dad?" I finally asked, keeping my voice calm.

"You said we should go watch the CCTV, right? Then let's go watch it. If that's what you really want, then fine. Be my guest."

He narrowed his eyes at me like he was trying to figure out if I was bluffing.

"You said I smell like sex. And somehow, that automatically means I must've had sex. Fine. Take it as a yes. If that's what makes you feel better."

"But no," I continued. "You didn't want to just believe that. You wanted to ask questions. You wanted proof. You wanted to drag it further. So now, we're watching the CCTV to get confirmation."

I gave a small, fake smile. "Let's go then. Let's confirm it. Let's dig into the truth together."

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But deep down... my heart was thumping so fast, it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

Because I was seriously praying, begging—pleading—that he didn't head straight to that room. That room. The one where the real CCTV footage is kept and played.

Because if he did?

Game over.

Should I call what I was doing manipulation?

Maybe. I mean... I was standing here, pretending like I didn't care, acting all bold and innocent. Like someone who had nothing to hide.

But the truth?

I was hiding everything.

Because how the hell was I supposed to explain Tyler?

How was I going to explain why the boy I kissed... the same boy who was trying not to fall apart... was upstairs in this house, looking like he was about to die?

How do I explain that without losing everything?

"Let's go then," he said.

I nodded stiffly and started following him without a word. My legs moved, but my head was spinning.

We climbed the stairs, step by step, the silence between us louder than anything he could've said.

I wasn't scared.

Okay, maybe I was.

When we got close to my room, he suddenly stopped walking.

I stopped too.

He turned his head slightly, gave me this smug look and said, "I would really love to see who's in this room that got you smelling like sex."

I scoffed and looked him dead in the eye. "Then go ahead," I said, my voice sharp with sarcasm. "Open the door and check it yourself. Since, apparently, the CCTV we're going to see isn't enough proof for you."

He just smiled.

That stupid, annoying smile of his.

And then he walked past the door like it was nothing.

That smile pissed me off more than anything. He was doing all this on purpose. Getting under my skin. Playing mind games like he always does.

Why is this man like this?

Why is he testing my patience?

I followed him without another word, biting my tongue so I wouldn't explode. I just wanted this whole thing to be over. I was tired. Tired of pretending. Tired of hiding. Tired of lying.

We finally got to the room where the CCTV is kept.

He opened the door, walked in like a king in his palace, and I followed, dragging my feet behind him.

I sat on the chair in front of the screen, crossed my legs and folded my arms. My expression? Bored. Cold. Unbothered. At least that's what I wanted him to think.

In my head, I was already planning what lie to tell if he asked any direct question. Because one thing I knew for sure? He would ask. That's his thing.

He suddenly sat beside me.

Then—out of nowhere—he started laughing.

Like actually laughing.

I turned to him slowly, my brows furrowed, completely confused.

What the hell is funny?

"What's funny?" I asked him, my voice flat, my eyes hard.

He kept laughing for a few seconds before waving his hand like it was nothing. "Nothing, nothing," he said, shaking his head.

Then he looked at me, still smiling like a madman, and said the last thing I expected to hear:

"So you actually believed we were going to watch the CCTV?"

I blinked. "What?"

"Weren't you home the day I called the CCTV repair guys?" he asked me. "They said the cameras haven't been working for months. I haven't even gotten around to fixing them. You might see the red light blinking, but trust me, Logan—those cameras haven't recorded a thing."

He leaned back in his chair, smiling with pure amusement.

The moment those words left his mouth, I felt all the breath I'd been holding in rush out of my lungs.

I didn't even realize I'd been holding my breath until then. The relief came so hard and fast, I actually let out a loud sigh.

I didn't care how it looked.

I was that close to being caught.

And now... just like that... I was safe again.

But it also made me angry.

"So then what the hell are we doing here?" I asked sharply. "Why did you bring me in here?"