His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 186: He Knows About Lucas

Chapter 186- He knows about Lucas

TYLER’S POV

"Uhm... uhm... umh," Logan stammered, his voice shaky as hell.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Dad," he finally said, trying to act clueless.

Meanwhile, I was sweating like crazy. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, soaking my shirt. My palms were wet. My legs? Shaky. I felt like sitting down right there on the floor and just crying.

If only that damn maid hadn’t called Logan down earlier.

If she had just waited one more minute—just one!—he would have had time to freshen up, change his clothes, maybe cover up the smell. But no, she had to open her big mouth and say, "Your dad wants to see you immediately."

Why? Why now? Why so fast?

She caused this. She caused this whole mess that could’ve been avoided. Easily!

"F*ck," I muttered under my breath, teeth clenched. I couldn’t even say anything louder. I was too shocked, too frozen, too messed up in the head to even move my lips properly.

What the hell was I supposed to say in a moment like this?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

This wasn’t my question to answer anyway. I wasn’t the one being interrogated. Not yet. The question was for Logan. So he should be the one to carry this heat. When it’s my turn—God forbid—it gets to my turn, I’d figure out something then. For now? I was just the sweating background character in Logan’s crime drama.

I looked at Logan again.

He looked worse than before. He was pale before, yes—but now? It was like even the ghost inside him had left. He looked sick. Like he was about to throw up. Or maybe pass out.

Then I saw him swallow. Hard.

C’mon Logan. You’re a good liar. I know you are. I’ve seen you twist words and wear a straight face like a mask. You’ve lied before and gotten away with it. So do it now. Lie your way out of this. Show your dad what you’re made of.

Because if you can’t save us from this right now, we’re doomed. We’ll be stuck in this mess forever. And there’ll be no way out.

He finally cleared his throat.

"So, Dad," he began, voice steadying just a little. "As you heard Tyler say earlier—he didn’t know if it was the left or right room."

He paused and looked his father straight in the eye.

"Which means... it wasn’t my room."

I held my breath.

Smart move. Quick thinking. Maybe—just maybe—it would work.

But his dad wasn’t a fool.

"But," Mr. Lucian replied calmly, "he just said it was your room. He literally told me that."

Logan didn’t blink.

"He said he thought it was my room. But he also said he wasn’t sure if it was on the left or right. That right there already shows confusion, doesn’t it?" Logan replied smoothly.

"And Dad, like I said before, Tyler doesn’t know what my room looks like. He’s never been here before. I could’ve taken him to any random room and told him it was mine, and he’d believe it. We have seven rooms in this house. Seven! I could’ve taken him to Room 5, told him it was mine, and he wouldn’t know the difference."

He spread his arms slightly like he was trying to prove a point. "So just because he thought it was my room... doesn’t mean it actually was."

He said that to his father, but from the look on Mr. Lucian’s face, it was clear he wasn’t buying any of it.

"So, Tyler..." he turned to me slowly, his eyes calm but sharp, "would you mind showing us what room you spent the night in?"

The moment he said that, I froze. Literally.

My brain stopped working. My legs felt weak. My mouth went dry.

What room?

What room was I supposed to show him? The actual room Logan and I were in last night? That would mean I’d be confirming everything he already suspected.

I didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t my fight. Why was I being dragged into a conversation that should be between a father and his son? Why involve me? They should sort their drama themselves and leave me out of it because if they kept pushing me, I was going to mess everything up.

I looked at Logan quickly, hoping he’d step in—but he was too quiet. Still pale. Still frozen.

So I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, even though I felt like I was going to pass out.

"Sir Lucian," I began, trying to sound confident even though my voice was shaky, "just like Logan already said, I honestly didn’t know what room I slept in. I thought it was Logan’s room because there were male clothes in the closet, and the bed was big. It felt like someone stayed there, so... I just assumed it was his."

I could feel my heartbeat in my ears.

"And... sir," I added slowly, "Logan didn’t spend the night with me, if that’s what you’re thinking. We didn’t sleep together or do anything like that. So if you’re wondering why he smelled a certain way earlier—it wasn’t because of me."

My voice cracked a little, but I pushed through.

"If you doubt me, I mean, I can come closer. You can check for yourself. I don’t smell like sex or... anything dirty," I said, biting my lip. "I was soaked in rain last night. I was freezing, and Logan helped me. He took me into a room—I don’t know whose room it was—and he gave me dry clothes. That was all. That’s where I slept."

I paused and added quickly, "I don’t even know if he came back later or brought someone else into that room. Maybe that’s where the smell came from. But I swear to you, nothing happened between us."

For a second, there was silence.

Then Mr. Lucian stepped closer, looked straight into my eyes, and said something that made my stomach twist.

"You know, Tyler," he said in a calm voice, "you can just tell me the truth. If you and Logan did something intimate last night—anything at all—I won’t be angry with you. I mean it."

I blinked.

What?

He wasn’t mad?

"I’m an advocate for my son’s choices," he continued. "I’ll never stand against him for being who he is. I’ve always known he wasn’t straight. Honestly, if you told me you were with him last night, I wouldn’t be shocked or even disappointed."

I swallowed hard, still not saying anything.

"But," he added, and that’s when it started to feel like a trap, "the only thing that would upset me is that Logan lied. That’s what I can’t stand."

Was he really okay with it... or was he just setting us up?

Even though I wanted to believe him... Even though he said he wouldn’t be mad...

It still felt like a trap.

The way he talked. The way he looked at me. The way he acted like he was okay with everything. I didn’t trust it.

I mean, what if I told him the truth and he suddenly snapped?

What if he turned around and threw Logan out?

What if he hated me?

No, I couldn’t take that risk. I had to protect Logan. I had to protect myself. Even if it meant lying straight to his father’s face.

So I took a deep breath and kept my expression calm.

"I honestly understand what you’re saying, sir," I said carefully. "But I’m telling you the truth—nothing happened between me and Logan. Nothing."

I said it again just to be sure he heard me.

"Nothing."

"I was in the room Logan gave me to sleep in," I continued. "And I stayed there the whole night. I didn’t leave that room once—not even for a second—until I heard shouting coming from outside and came out."

I looked straight at him, hoping he’d just accept it.

"So apart from that," I added, "I don’t know anything else. I don’t know if Logan brought someone into another room. I don’t know if it was a woman or a man. I just don’t know."

And that was the safest answer. Because at least if he believed Logan brought a girl instead of a guy, maybe he’d let it go.

I mean, it’s not like being with a guy is a bad thing. Everyone has a right to love who they love. But I’ve heard rumors—whispers around the house. People said Logan’s father doesn’t joke with that kind of thing. That if you’re not straight, you’re out of his house. Cut off. Gone.

And I wasn’t about to be the reason Logan lost everything.

So I lied.

"Okay then," Mr. Lucian said finally, nodding slowly. "If you insist."

I nodded back, pretending like everything was fine. But I knew he didn’t believe me.

I didn’t care anymore.

This wasn’t my fight. Let him deal with Logan.

He turned back to his son.

"Logan, son," he called out.

I held my breath.

"If you’re saying Tyler didn’t sleep in your room, then why is he wearing your clothes?"

My heart skipped.

Crap.

"This shirt he’s wearing right now—you wore it three days ago. I remember it clearly," his father said. "So are you trying to tell me you went to a random room that you claim wasn’t yours, and instead of using the clothes already in that room, you went all the way to your room to get your own clothes... and gave them to him?"

"What do you have to say about that?" he asked.

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

He turned to Logan again.

"Like I said before, Logan... there’s no harm in telling me the truth. If you and Tyler had something, just say it. I won’t be angry." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

He took a step closer.

"But if you keep lying to me, then you should know I already found out about you and Lucas."

I stiffened.

What?

He knows about Lucas?

"That alone tells me enough. I know you’re not straight, Logan. And I’m not blind."