Chapter 143- Unnecessary Questions
Logan POV
He didn't even flinch. "Because I thought you would confess," he said simply. "I thought maybe you'd admit that you brought soone into this house to have sex."
"But you won't," he added, his voice dropping lower. "Even though I know you did."
"Then go and find them!" I snapped, no longer pretending to be calm. "Since you're so sure soone's in the house, go look for them yourself! It's not that hard."
He shook his head slowly. "Logan, trust . I don't want to find out myself. Because if I do? That trust between us?" He paused. "It's done."
He leaned closer. "That's why I'd prefer if you told . Be honest with , son. Let's build trust here."
I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they were going to fall out of my skull. This man. Always trying to act like he's so wise counselor.
You want honesty?
Fine.
You'll get it.
But it won't be the truth.
"If it's honesty you want, then so be it," I said with a straight face.
He leaned forward, nodding slowly, smiling again like he finally got what he wanted.
I looked him dead in the eye and said, "Yes, I brought a lady in. And we had sex. That's what you wanted to hear, right?"
He grinned so wide you'd think he just won a lottery.
Why the hell was he smiling like that? Like this was sothing to be proud of?
"I'm so proud of you, Logan!" he suddenly said, his eyes lighting up like I just won so kind of trophy. "You finally made proud... by having sex with a lady."
He clapped softly, smiling like a fool. "I can't believe it... You're making proud."
I blinked.
Nah.
There's cringe, and then there's whatever this mont is.
I've never wanted the ground to open up and swallow more than I did right then. My skin crawled. I felt my soul trying to leave my body from secondhand embarrassnt. This couldn't be real.
Why was he talking like I just graduated from virginity school?
"Dad, seriously?" I said, trying not to sound completely disgusted. "It's not like I've been a virgin this whole ti. I've had sex before. It's normal. It's not a big deal."
He kept smiling.
I was dying inside.
"Don't make it sound like I just did sothing extraordinary," I groaned, face-palming myself. "You're making regret ever doing it. And now I regret that you even found out."
He didn't respond right away. Just kept smiling like he knew sothing I didn't.
That made it worse.
So much worse.
Then he leaned forward, still with that smile. "Now you've told what I needed to know... but I need to ask one more thing."
I groaned loudly and slumped into the chair. "Oh no. No, no, no."
"Dad," I said firmly, "please. I'm tired. Can we end this conversation already? Can we just get this over with? You and your never-ending questions are giving a headache."
He gave a quick, guilty smile. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll make it snappy."
I narrowed my eyes. "So it's not just one question?"
He looked away.
My anger doubled.
"Oh my God," I muttered. "You just said 'one thing.' You lied."
"I promise, it won't take long," he said, holding his hands up like I was so wild dog he didn't want to provoke.
I sighed through gritted teeth.
"The first question is about Lucas," he said calmly. "He ca to see . Said you've been threatening him with a nude video. That you told him he needs to pay you so you'll delete it."
Silence.
I blinked slowly.
Was he being serious right now?
"So... how does that concern ?" I asked coldly.
"You believed him, didn't you?" I stared at him, jaw clenched.
He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either.
That was all the answer I needed.
"Wow," I said bitterly. "I can't believe you. You ca here with your 'questions,' but what you really wanted was to confirm what Lucas told you. So let make it easy for you—why don't you go et up with him again and let him tell you what happened? Or better yet, why don't you help him pay, so I can delete his so-called 'nudes' for good, yeah?"
My voice was sharp now. I didn't even care anymore.
He raised his hands like he was trying to calm the storm. "Logan, relax. I didn't an it that way."
"Then how did you an it?" I snapped.
"I was just trying to understand what happened between you both. You used to be close..."
"Used to," I interrupted him sharply. "The key word is was. That was then. Now? I can never be friends with that bastard again."
I stood up, done with the conversation. My chest was heaving.
"If you see him, do a favor. Tell him to stay out of my way. Because if he dares piss off again, I swear, I'll do sothing that'll make him want to jump off a building."
I ant every word.
People like him? The world is better off without them.
I turned to leave. .
"Okay then," my dad said behind . "I'm not saying anything to him again. The issue is between you two. I already told him if he wants peace, he should talk to you directly. I'm not getting involved."
I didn't reply.
I just nodded stiffly and kept walking toward the door.
But then—
"And the next question," he said.
I stopped in my tracks.
I turned slowly and looked at him, feeling my head heat up.
"I thought that was the last question?" I asked sharply.
"This one is really the last," he said, holding back a smirk.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. "Okay. Then make it quick. I'm already at my limit."
He nodded, then looked straight in the eyes.
"Logan," he said carefully. "Soone told Tyler is in this house."
My heart skipped.
"And not just in the house... but in your room."
He paused for a second.
Then he hit with the question I didn't want to hear:
"You mind telling what Tyler is doing in my house right now? And in your room?"
He leaned forward slightly.
"Was he... the one you had sex with?"
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