His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 23: Heated

Chapter 24- Heated

Logan's POV

I stood there, watching as Tyler beat the guy to a pulp. Fists flew, the sickening crunch of impact echoing through the night, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.

A part of was impressed. Tyler was a better fighter than I thought. I never expected him to be this skilled—this ruthless. Even as jealousy burned inside , seeing him fight for that woman, I couldn't deny the pride swelling in my chest.

It wasn't a long fight, but it was enough. The guy lay on the ground, groaning in pain, while Tyler grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her along.

She giggled.

That giggle.

I wanted to rip that sound from her throat. Cut that smug little mouth off her face.

Tyler was furious—I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, his grip on her wrist tight. But she didn't care. She laughed, all giddy, like she had won sothing.

Tsk.

Not my problem.

Since the guy getting beaten wasn't Liam, it was ti to move on. I turned and walked away, leaving the unconscious bastard behind as I searched for Liam again.

But he was nowhere to be found.

I checked the party hall, the parking lot, even outside near the smoking area. Nothing.

Then an idea hit .

Tyler's phone.

I still had it.

What if I used it as a peace offering? Hand it over, act like I was doing him a favor, and in return, maybe—just maybe—he'd give a ride ho.

It wasn't an ideal plan. The last thing I wanted was to sit in the sa car as that woman. But I was out of options.

And I just had to hope Tyler didn't slam the door in my face.

I rushed out of the party hall and spotted Tyler at his car, opening the driver's side door.

This was my chance.

I ran toward him, my feet hitting the pavent hard. He didn't even notice approaching—just about to climb into his car, completely oblivious.

Zero survival instincts.

He could have been killed just now.

"You must be looking for this," I said, holding up his phone.

Tyler flinched and turned around, eyes wide in shock.

Good. He deserved that.

His dumbass needed to learn to be more aware of his surroundings.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I searched everywhere for that. I didn't even know when I dropped it," he muttered, reaching for the phone.

I snorted. "Of course, you didn't. You were too busy making out with so lady."

The words slipped out, bitter and laced with jealousy.

Tyler's brows shot up. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing." I shrugged, playing it off.

His hand stretched toward again. "Can I have my phone now?"

I smirked and pulled it back, shaking my head. "Not so fast."

Tyler sighed, exasperated. "Logan, give my damn phone. I need it. And I need to go ho."

"Under one condition," I said, gripping the phone tightly.

Tyler crossed his arms. "And who gave you the audacity to think I'd agree to whatever condition you're about to throw at ?"

I grinned. "Let's just say I'm hoping you will."

He scoffed, looking up and down like he was wondering where I got the nerve. "And what's the condition?"

"My car broke down," I said simply. "I need a ride ho."

Tyler raised a brow. "And who told you I'd agree to that?"

I shrugged again. "Because your phone is important to you, and getting ho is important to . Let's put our differences aside and do the needful."

Tyler just stared at like I was speaking another language.

Then, without a word, he opened his car door and climbed inside.

My jaw nearly dropped.

Was that a no?

Was my deal not good enough?

How the hell was I supposed to get ho now?

Before I could panic, Tyler's voice ca from inside the car. "Give my phone and get in. I'll drop you off."

Relief flooded through .

I didn't hesitate. I tossed him the phone, rushed to the passenger side, and slid into the seat.

That's when I noticed her.

The woman Tyler kissed was already in the car—fast asleep.

Great.

Just great.

"Thanks for agreeing to the deal," I said, leaning back in my seat.

Tyler scoffed as he started the car. "This isn't a deal. And don't think bringing my phone or giving you a ride ans I'll forget everything you've done."

I clenched my fists. "I didn't do anything, Tyler. I'm tired of getting accused."

He let out a humorless laugh. "Did you or did you not contribute to my breakup? And then you had the nerve to text an apology?"

"I tried my best to make it up to you," I snapped. "But you always paint as the villain."

"Because you are the villain!" Tyler thundered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. "You destroyed my relationship!"

For a second, I thought we were going to crash.

I exhaled sharply. "I didn't destroy your relationship, Tyler. I just showed you the truth earlier than you wanted to see it."

Tyler's laugh was cold. "Your idea of showing soone the truth is texting them that their girlfriend is cheating—while being the guy she cheated with?!"

"That's your problem, right? You think I stole her from you."

Tyler hit the steering wheel in frustration. "You're terrible, Logan. Absolutely terrible."

I clenched my jaw. "Am I? Because I wasn't the only one at fault."

"The sa girl you accused of snatching from you?" I continued. "We all saw the video of her with soone else. And guess what? That wasn't ."

Tyler went silent.

I pressed on. "What do you have to say about that? Huh? Is that also my fault?"

He exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel.

"You just don't want to accept that your girlfriend was a cheating whore who never loved you," I said, my voice softer now. "You deserve better, Tyler."

Tyler let out a bitter chuckle. "And by 'better,' you an you, right? You?"

I rolled my eyes. "That's not what I ant—"

"You and Alexis deserve each other," Tyler cut in. His voice was ice. "You're both chronic cheaters."

I stared at him, my pulse pounding.

"And you had the nerve to kiss ?" he snapped. "To apologize to ? You actually had the nerve?"

I swallowed hard. "You know, Tyler, you're no better than ."

"Sinners judging sinners for sinning differently," I muttered.

Tyler scoffed. "The only sinner here is you and Alexis."

"You kissed Alexis, and then you kissed —what, two days later?!"

I clenched my fists. "And you kissed so random woman tonight! How is that any different?"

Tyler froze.

"Yeah, that's right," I said, my voice sharp. "You're mad at for kissing Alexis, but you just kissed a girl like your life depended on it."

Tyler looked away, gripping the wheel tighter.

"Who's the hypocrite now?" I pressed.

He didn't answer.

"You judge for what I did, but the mont the roles are reversed, it's suddenly different?" I laughed bitterly. "Even saints make mistakes, Tyler. I've been apologizing for mine, but you refuse to see yours."

Tyler's lips pressed into a thin line, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

I sighed, looking at him

"I've tried my best in apologizing to you and toady is the last ti I'm going to do so."

"If you aren't accepting my apologies then so be it but have it in mind that I'm never going to apologize to you again!!"