His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 126: A Liar And A Loaded Question

Chapter 126- A Liar And A Loaded Question.

I stood there, arms crossed, waiting for Naomi to finish whatever punishnt Logan had planned for her. She had it coming, and honestly, I was just here to watch the show.

"Okay, for now, there's no punishnt for you and Tyler," Logan finally said, looking at Naomi.

"Oh my geez, thank you, Sir Logan! We really appreciate it. We really, really appreciate it, and we're grateful. We promise never to make you angry again! This is the last ti—"

"Shush, shush, shush, shush that mouth of yours." Logan cut her off mid-sentence. His voice alone was enough to shut her up, but Naomi being Naomi, she still looked like she wanted to plead her case. "Who told you there wouldn't be any punishnt? I just can't think of one right now, so get that annoying thought out of your head and prepare yourselves."

Naomi blinked, confused. "But Sir Logan, if you don't give us a punishnt today or tomorrow, that ans it'll be postponed because of the school trip, and we wouldn't be able to do as you say there."

Logan shot her a look, making her imdiately regret speaking. "And who told you that I wouldn't be able to punish you during the trip?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Naomi paled. I could already see the fear creeping onto her face, and I almost rolled my eyes. She should save the fear for the actual punishnt, not waste it on just the announcent.

"As a matter of fact, that's one of the reasons I told you both that I'm postponing it. I've co up with the perfect punishnts for the trip. So, for now, enjoy the less than forty-eight free hours you have left because the punishnt you'll be getting at the school trip will be so hectic."

I swear, I saw Naomi physically shake.

I wasn't scared, though. Logan could do his worst. The way I saw it, he was making a big deal out of nothing. It wasn't like we broke into his house—we knocked, no one answered, and we stepped in. That's when we got the juiciest gossip of all ti. That wasn't our fault. He should bla himself for having such an interesting life.

"That's all," Logan finally said, turning away from us and setting his eyes on the woman sitting on the floor, her head bowed in sha.

I didn't need to be a genius to figure out who she was. Logan had already ntioned that Lucas had slept with her. That ant she was the maid.

She looked so guilty, like she'd committed the cri of the century. I wondered if she felt any sha at all or if she was just putting on a show.

"So," Logan started, his voice laced with disgust. "What do you have to say about the bullshit you caused? For not refusing to close those slutty legs of yours?"

"I'm so sorry, Boss. I promise it'll never happen again. It was the work of the devil!" she pleaded, her voice shaking.

I nearly burst into laughter. I knew it! I knew soone was going to bla the devil for this. This was getting too predictable.

Logan scoffed. "Oh, so you're telling the devil handed you a drink, you drank it, then the devil told you to walk up to Lucas? Or maybe Lucas walked up to you, and instead of rebuking him, the devil told you to let him do whatever he wanted? As if that wasn't enough, you even took him to your room, spread your legs, and gave him one of the best fuck of his life. I could hear you moaning past your room! And now, after all that, you still have the audacity to bla the devil?"

The look of disgust on his face was priceless.

"Even the devil himself would be shocked right now, wondering why he's being dragged into your nonsense."

I shook my head. Why did people always bla the devil when they got caught doing sothing stupid? It was never their fault, always so unseen force controlling them. The reality? They were the real devils.

She should have just apologized and ended it there, but no, she had to take the coward's way out and bla soone else.

The maid swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "I'm so sorry, Boss, for blaming the devil. It wasn't the devil, Boss. Boss, I'm the devil. I was part of the cause, but please forgive ."

And just like that, Logan smirked.

"I promise it's never going to happen again, Boss. Please don't tell your dad! If he finds out, I'll be kissing my job goodbye," the maid pleaded, her voice shaking with desperation.

Logan leaned back slightly, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "The real words you should be using are: 'I hope he doesn't see the CCTV footage,' because if he does, it's not just your job you'll be saying goodbye to—it's your entire existence. So, instead of begging , you might want to start praying."

At least Logan wasn't his usual rciless self. He didn't fire her on the spot—he actually showed a little bit of pity. That was progress, right? Maybe, just maybe, he'd do the sa for and Naomi. Maybe he wouldn't punish us. Maybe he'd just let it go.

Yeah, right. Who was I kidding?

Logan lived for punishing Naomi, and now that I was dragged into it, I was sure he was going to enjoy punishing just as much.

I ran my fingers through my hair, exhaling heavily, waiting for him to tell us to go ho. If he wasn't planning on punishing us now, the least he could do was dismiss us. I was tired of standing here like an idiot, waiting for so invisible axe to drop.

I was still waiting—getting more impatient by the second—when the door swung open.

And just like that, the situation got ten tis worse.

Logan's father walked in.

Oh, just perfect. As if this day couldn't get any more disastrous.

I stiffened, my mind racing. What the hell was I supposed to tell him? What excuse could I possibly give for being here? Naomi better start thinking of sothing, because I, Tyler, was saying absolutely nothing. I'd just stand here, act deaf, and let them talk. If anyone asked anything, I'd pretend I didn't hear it. Simple.

"Who do we have here?" Logan's father's voice bood with amusent. "If it isn't Tyler—the wonderful son of the one and only powerful Declan."

I forced a smile. My entire body tensed at the ntion of that bastard's na. I wanted to snap, to tell him never to call that man my father, but I wasn't stupid. That would just create unnecessary drama. So, I swallowed the anger bubbling in my chest and smiled at him like a well-mannered guest.

"What do we owe this precious visit to? Did your dad send you on an errand to deliver a ssage for ?" he asked, his grin widening.

That word again. Dad.

I swear, if he said it one more ti, I might just lose my mind. He needed to stop calling that bastard my father before I found a gun and aid it right at his forehead.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. "Declan isn't ho," I said as casually as possible. "He didn't send on any errand. I just ca by myself."

I hoped—no, prayed—that he would just nod, accept my answer, and walk away. But of course, that wasn't happening.

Instead, he gave a look, one that told he wasn't buying a single word.

Great. If he had any more questions, he could direct them to Logan, because I was done talking. I had nothing else to say. I wasn't even going to attempt lying—I wasn't as good at it as Logan was. And at this point, I didn't even have a single believable excuse.

"To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?" he asked again, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then, his gaze shifted to Naomi, and his expression turned smug. "And who is this beautiful lady standing beside you? Is she your girlfriend? Or maybe she's... both of yours? Are you sharing her?"

I almost gagged.

Did this man actually just say that?

I stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious or if he was just ssing with us. Either way, I wasn't answering. I had already decided that I wasn't saying another word, and I was sticking to it.

Logan must have noticed my silence because he imdiately cleared his throat and jumped in.

"Actually, Dad," Logan started, his voice smooth and confident, "Tyler is going to be my roommate for the two-week trip. I'm sure you've already heard about it. He ca over to discuss what we should bring so we don't pack the sa things and waste space."

I blinked.

For a second, I couldn't believe my ears.

Logan just... lied. Boldly. Flawlessly.

He didn't even stutter. He didn't hesitate. He wasn't sweating or fumbling over his words. He sounded completely natural, like he'd rehearsed the lie a hundred tis in his head.

I had to give it to him—he was a professional liar. A chronic one. The type of liar who could make you believe the sky was green even as you stared at a blue sky.

His father seed satisfied with the answer. He nodded and gave a small smile before shifting his attention elsewhere.

His eyes landed on the maid, and then he asked, "Does this trip or group or whatever involve Laura being half-naked?"