His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 138: Almost Caught

Chapter 138- Almost Caught

Tyler's POV

The knock hit like a gunshot, piercing through the air and causing both of us to freeze in place.

Logan's mouth was still dangerously close to my dick, his lips slightly parted, just moments away from continuing what we'd started when the sound of the door came crashing in. I could hear it even before it fully registered in my mind—the simple, innocent knock now feeling like a death sentence. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick.

"Sir Logan, your dad wants to see you!"

A jolt shot through me. Every nerve in my body screamed as Logan pulled away from my body in an instant, hands still trembling from the heat we'd just shared. Logan pulled back too, quicker than I expected, his eyes wide, a mix of panic and irritation flashing across his face.

"Shit," Logan cursed, his hand quickly going to his pants to zip them up when he noticed that he wasn't putting on anything.

We already took off everything minutes ago. His cock was still exposed, throbbing, leaking a little from earlier. I couldn't help but glance at it, my thoughts scattered for a second, my own body still aching with desire. But the horror of the situation came crashing back immediately.

"Logan, you still have honey on your chest," I whispered, unable to stop myself from blurting it out. My heart was racing as I grabbed the edge of the blanket, feeling too much urgency to think straight. I couldn't stop myself from looking at him, the honey glistening on his muscular skin, his abs reflecting the light in sticky streaks.

Logan glanced down at himself, his eyes wide. "Fuck, this is a disaster."

His hand moved frantically, trying to wipe off the mess with the back of his hand, but it only made it worse—smeared across his chest and now on the collar bone, as if mocking us.

I couldn't help but laugh, despite the pressure of the situation. There was honey everywhere—on the pillow, on the floor, on me.

"I... I can't even..." Logan muttered, yanking his hoodie on quickly to cover the sticky mess, still looking disheveled.

His trouser was close to him and he quickly took and put it on, he didn't even bother pulling them up properly. He looked like a goddamn wreck.

I quickly yanked my pants up, my chest still heaving as I tried to process what the hell was happening. The room was a disaster.

The scent of honey and cum. My thoughts were a whirlwind of lust, embarrassment, and pure panic.

Another knock—firm this time and she twisted the door knob wanting to open it but the door was locked so she wasn't able to open it.

Imagine the door wasn't locked? It would had been a extra disaster

"Sir Logan?"

I jumped, my hands instinctively reaching for the nearest thing to hide myself—a pillow, a sheet, anything that would cover me. I scrambled off the bed. My chest bare.

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I didn't even care. My mind was a mess as I finally managed to grab a blanket and wrap it around my waist, but even that couldn't shield me from the awkwardness of the situation.

"Can I please come in to wait for you, Sir Logan," she asked innocently.

Logan, however, didn't bother with such subtlety. His eyes narrowed at the door, his lips curled into a grimace. "Where the hell did you get the audacity to ask that? When the fuck have you ever entered my room without permission?"

Silence hung between us. Even I froze, my eyes wide, watching Logan's irritation climb as he shot me a quick glance. He looked like a ticking time bomb. If the maid was even slightly aware of what had just happened, I would probably be dead in the next ten seconds.

"S-Sorry, sir," the maid stammered from the other side of the door, her voice tinged with nervousness. "It's just... your father said I should wait until you come out."

Logan's expression twisted, his mouth forming a thin, furious line. "Fuck," he spat, dragging a hand through his hair in frustration. He stepped toward the door, pulling at the hem of his hoodie as if it could shield him from the disaster inside.

I stood there, frozen, my thoughts spiraling, trying to hide myself while also trying to catch my breath. I looked down at the honey smeared across the floor, the sweet smell mingling with the air and making it impossible to focus.

"I'll kill him," Logan muttered under his breath, his hand resting on the door handle. He pressed his forehead to the door, clearly trying to calm himself. But I could see the panic in his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly.

I stood there, feeling like the walls were closing in on me, as the maid's voice came again. "Sir Logan?"

I snapped. "Where the hell is your sense of timing? What do you want now?"

"I—uh—" The maid's voice faltered. She seemed caught off guard by my outburst. "Your father said I should wait until you come out. I—he wants to speak with you."

Logan's expression darkened. He was sweating now, the tension in his body almost showing as he clenched his fists.

"This is the second time you are saying it, aren't you supposed to understand that I'm busy that is why I haven't come out yet?"

"Tell my dad I'll be out in a minute," he said, but his voice held no room for argument.

There was a pause before she spoke again, her voice strangely firm. "I... I can't, sir. He said I should wait here until you come out."

"Fuck!" Logan cursed again. turning back to me, his eyes wide with disbelief. He looked like he was about to explode. "What the hell is this? He's playing some kind of game. What the fuck is going on?"

I didn't have time to respond before he was back at the door, muttering something under his breath. His entire body was tense, his hand gripping the door handle like he was holding back from snapping.

"What the hell do you want now?" I muttered, leaning against the wall. I felt like I was losing my mind, trying to calm my breathing and hoping against hope that we wouldn't get caught in the act.

Logan threw a last, desperate glance at me, his eyes filled with frustration and helplessness. "I don't know what to do," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "This is a fucking nightmare."

I stepped forward, "You're going to open that door, tell her to fuck off or you tell your dad that she fucked Lucas."