His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 161: The Lie I Had To Tell

That's all I managed to say, followed by a weak laugh. God, even I knew it sounded fake. That laugh didn't come from confidence. It came from panic. Raw, stupid panic.

Even a five-year-old would have known something wasn't right. That's how bad I was at hiding it.

He folded his arms, his head tilted to one side. His voice changed—it sounded cocky now, like he had just caught me stealing candy.

"Why can't you say anything again, Logan? Weren't you the one running your mouth a few minutes ago? What happened now, huh? Cat got your tongue?"

I didn't answer.

Because I didn't know what to say.

My brain was working overtime, trying to come up with a believable lie, something smart, something that could save me from this mess.

But everything I thought of sounded stupid.

I remembered what I told myself earlier: No matter the question, lie. Always lie.

But right now?

I didn't even know which lie to use.

So I just stood there. Quiet. Still.

Staring at my dad like a complete idiot.

He leaned forward again, this time his tone wasn't cocky—it was serious. Like he was trying to hold onto some hope.

"Say something, Logan. Please. Just tell me that what I'm thinking isn't true."

I looked at him.

I really looked at him.

And for a second, I thought about telling him the truth.

Just once.

Just one honest moment.

But then I saw his eyes—how they were already judging me. Already disappointed.

I couldn't.

I couldn't give him that power.

So I did what I've always done.

And I turned away.

"Think whatever you want to think, Dad," I said quietly, my voice low. "I don't owe you any explanations. So I'd really appreciate it if you stopped asking me questions and focused on something more important—like finding love again. Maybe even fixing your own messed up life instead of trying to control mine."

I started walking toward the door, but I had barely taken three steps when he stood up sharply.

"You walk away now," he said coldly, "and it'll look like guilt. And you know how much I hate guilty people."

I stopped.

I wasn't scared of him.

But I respected him.

So I turned around again and looked him in the eye.

If he wanted an explanation, fine.

I'd give him one.

Even if it was a lie.

A well-packaged, well-delivered lie.

Because right now, a lie was safer than the truth.

"Since you want to know so badly..." I said slowly, folding my arms. "Then I guess it's time you heard it."

He leaned back a little, giving me his full attention like I was about to deliver some TED Talk or something.

I took a deep breath.

Smiled a little.

"No, Dad. He wasn't the one I had sex with. Why would you think I'd ever sleep with a guy?"

I said it calmly, like I meant it—even though I didn't.

The sick part of it all?

I wasn't really lying.

Because we didn't have sex.

We didn't go all the way.

We just... took turns doing things to each other.

Things that made my heart beat too fast and my chest ache in ways I couldn't explain.

But yeah, technically? We didn't "have sex." So... was it still a lie?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Either way, I said what I had to say.

But the look on my dad's face?

"Was that supposed to be an explanation? Or an answer?"

His voice was low, calm.

"Yes, of course," I said quickly, trying to sound annoyed, like I was tired of repeating myself. "You asked me a question, and I answered it. You asked if I had sex with Tyler. I said no. I had sex with a lady, not Tyler. So what else do you want from me, Dad?"

My tone started to shift. I was getting defensive. I knew I was slipping, so I tried to guilt-trip him, hoping he'd just back off already.

"Do you want me to lie and say I had sex with Tyler just so you can be right?" I added, trying to act offended. "Because I didn't. That's the truth. So maybe stop acting like a detective and start trusting your son for once."

I hoped that would end it.

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And for a second, it looked like he was going to.

"Okay, Logan. If you insist," he said, nodding slowly. "I believe you."

I let out a small breath of relief.

But then he tilted his head. That smug look came back. I should've known better.

"But... if you really had sex with a lady," he continued slowly, "and you still smell like that... that means you haven't showered yet."

My heart dropped.

"Which means..." he added, "the lady must still be in your room."

I froze.

"Which also means... I probably interrupted whatever you both were doing when I called you downstairs."

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to punch the wall.

I wanted to walk up to him and choke the life out of him for still digging.

I thought he said he believed me?

Why was he still asking these kinds of questions?

"Why does that even concern you?" I snapped, trying hard not to lose it. "You're prying too much into my sex life, and it's getting annoying. I'm serious, Dad."

But he just smiled.

That kind of smile that said I know more than you think.

"I didn't mean to get you angry, son," he said softly. "I just need to understand what really happened. So please... answer the question."

He stepped closer.

And then he said the one thing I didn't want to hear.

"So that means... you and this lady were still having sex when I called you downstairs?"

I clenched my jaw.

I wanted to lie again.

I wanted to.

But I couldn't.

Because the smell of fresh sex was still all over me.

"You don't have to keep lying to me, Logan," he said, still calm. "You don't have to tell me that the lady left already. Because I've been in the living room for a very long time."

He looked me dead in the eye.

"And I didn't see anyone come out of your room."

He stepped even closer now. I could hear his breathing.

"And if you still smell like that, it means whoever you were with should've left minutes ago."

He paused.

"But I didn't see anybody."

"Besides... when I was walking past your room twenty, maybe thirty minutes ago... I heard moaning."