All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91I took the attic stairs two at a time, the old wood groaning under my sneakers. Leon’s mom had smiled at me so warmly when she let me up, apron still on, thinking this was just another innocent study session. “He’s been working so hard,” she’d said. If only she knew how hard I was working to unravel her son.I pushed the door open and dropped onto the edge of his narrow bed, legs spread wide, one arm draped over the back like I belonged there. His room was small, neat, full of books and that faint clean scent that was pure Leon. It felt intimate. Dangerous. I liked it.When he finally stepped inside and closed the door, the look on his face—irritation mixed with that reluctant spark—made my blood run hotter. We started with Chemistry like we were supposed to. He flipped open the textbook, explaining equilibrium constants and Le Chatelier’s principle in that focused, patient voice of his. I listened. Really listened. But mostly I watched his mouth move, the way his fingers t

Chapter 93The mansion party was reaching its peak energy, with bodies packed tightly in the living room and music vibrating through every surface. In a slightly more secluded corner near the grand staircase, Sonia stood with her usual group of friends, a red plastic cup in her manicured hand. Her cheer captain uniform from earlier in the day had been swapped for a tight, shimmering top and short skirt that turned heads for all the wrong reasons tonight. She had been laughing at something one of the girls said until her gaze landed across the room on Aaron and Leon.Her expression soured instantly.“What the actual fuck is Aaron Blake doing?” Sonia hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut through the nearby chatter. She gestured with her cup toward the couple near the marble column, where Aaron had Leon backed against the wall, their bodies far too close for her liking. “Is this some kind of joke? He’s parading that nobody around like it’s normal?”Kayla, the blonde cheerleader standing

Chapter 95The pool lights cast eerie turquoise reflections across the stone patio, turning the water into a glowing abyss that mirrored the dread building in Leon’s chest. The two jocks—broad-shouldered guys Leon vaguely recognized from the hockey team—flanked him on either side, while Kayla gripped the scissors with a nasty smirk. Mia stood slightly behind Sonia’s retreating figure, arms crossed like she was enjoying the show. The distant thump of party music felt mocking now, a reminder that the rest of the mansion was oblivious to what was happening out here in the shadows.Leon’s back was nearly against the pool edge. His heart hammered so hard it hurt. He tried to keep his voice steady, though shyness and fear made it waver. “This is crazy. You don’t have to do this. I’m not stealing anyone. Aaron and I… it’s not what you think. Just let me leave. Please.”Kayla laughed, sharp and cruel. She twirled the scissors in her fingers, the metal glinting. “Oh, look at him. So polite. S

Chapter 97I took the stairs two at a time, the bass from the main floor rumbling through the marble like distant thunder. The second floor felt quieter, cooler, the kind of relief you only get when you step away from a party that’s spinning a little too fast. My shoulders were tight. The taste of Leon’s skin still lingered on my lips from downstairs, and the memory of how he’d shivered against me kept looping in my head. I needed air. Space. Something familiar.I pushed open the door to one of Michael’s guest suites at the end of the hall. The lights were low, just a floor lamp glowing in the corner and the shimmer of pool lights filtering through the big window. Damian was already there, sprawled on the gray couch like he owned the place, one leg slung over the armrest, glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers.He looked up when I walked in and broke into that same lazy grin he’s had since we were fourteen.“Well, shit. Look who finally escaped the spotlight,” he said, voice warm

Chapter 99The circle had formed fast. Cushions, chairs, and people sitting cross-legged on the thick carpet filled the big open loft area outside the guest suite. The energy was electric — laughter, overlapping voices, the clink of bottles and red cups. Someone had turned the music down to a low thump so we could actually hear each other. Phones were out, ready to record the chaos. I sat near the center, legs stretched out, trying to look like I owned every second of this.Inside, my head was still spinning from the conversation with Damian. The lie I’d fed him sat heavy in my stomach. *Just having fun. Using him.* I pushed the thought down as Marcus spun the empty vodka bottle in the middle of the circle for the first time.“Alright, rules are set!” I called out, voice loud and steady. “Truth or Dare. No backing out. No weak shit. Let’s go.”The bottle spun fast, a blur of glass under the dim overhead lights. People leaned in, eyes wide with anticipation. The whole group — maybe twe