All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11: SUBMISSION On the outside, Leon looked like he was holding it together.On the inside, he was falling apart at every seam.Why the hell had he asked him for help? It was a disaster. Aaron was going to laugh in his face, humiliate him, and probably announce to the whole school that Leon was a pathetic gay guy pining for the Golden Boy.He turned to leave.“Fine. I’ll do it.”Leon stopped.Slowly, he turned back around. His heart was slamming. He was completely certain he’d misheard, or that he’d turn around and find that smirk—that lazy, cutting smirk that Aaron weaponized like a second language.But there was no smirk. Aaron was just standing there. Tall and still and completely unreadable, looking at Leon with an expression that didn’t have a name. No mockery. No amusement. Nothing.Leon let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.“After school. Meet me at the Old Wing,” Aaron said before walking back into the classroom like the conversation was simply over.Leon

CHAPTER 13– HOW I FELTAaron’s POVI watched him scramble for that notebook and genuinely had to take a second.A notebook. He pulled out an actual notebook.I let him get the pen moving, let him bend his head over it like whatever I’d just said was scripture worth preserving—and then I laughed. Loud enough to cut. Sharp enough to sting.Then I crossed the room and took it right out of his hands.The tear was nothing. A thick notebook, two hands, one pull. I barely registered the resistance before it gave, and I tossed both halves without looking at where they landed. Pages scattered everywhere. I watched Leon’s face do that thing—that frozen, short-circuited blankness where his brain was trying to catch up with what his eyes had just seen.I liked that look on him. I wasn’t going to think too hard about why.“Lesson two. Being a nerd is not attractive. At all.”He came back fast, I’ll give him that. The irritation hit his eyes before the words even left his mouth. “So what should I d

CHAPTER 15 BURSTED?!Sonia’s breath came out in a shaky laugh as she kissed Aaron again, deeper this time, her hands tugging at his shirt like she couldn’t get him close enough. The classroom felt smaller, warmer, the golden light from the blinds painting stripes across their bodies. “I’ve been wet thinking about you all afternoon,” she whispered against his mouth, bold and unashamed. She ground against him, feeling how hard he already was. “Don’t make me wait.”Aaron’s control snapped. He lifted her onto the teacher’s desk with ease, papers scattering to the floor. In seconds her panties were off, dangling from one ankle, and he was pushing inside her—thick, hot, and bare. Sonia gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. He fucked her like that first, hard and steady, her legs wrapped tight around his waist. The desk creaked loudly under them with every thrust.“God, Aaron…” she moaned, head falling back. Her breasts bounced inside her half-open shi

CHAPTER 18– A NEW REQUEST Leon’s phone buzzed again. He snatched it up, chest still heaving from the earlier exchange. The anonymous number glowed on the screen like a dare.Anonymous: New request.Leon’s fingers tightened around the device. His pulse hammered in his throat. “What the hell do you want now?” he typed back quickly, voice low and sharp in the quiet room. “Haven’t you fucked with me enough?”Anonymous: I’m horny. Send nudes. Now.Leon stared at the words until they blurred. Heat surged up his neck, a twisted mix of fury and forbidden thrill. His cock still throbbed in his loosened trousers from the writing session. He hated how his body responded to the command.“No,” he muttered under his breath, even as his thumb hovered. “Fuck you. I’m not your personal whore.”Anonymous: You already are. Don’t pretend you’re not still hard thinking about it. Send them or the letter to your father finishes sending.Leon’s breath caught. His rebellious side flared. “You think you can c

CHAPTER 20– THE WRONG TRAPLeon’s mind spun like a storm. The photo. The threats. The 24-hour countdown ticking in his veins like poison.‘Who the fuck is this guy? Damian? His bitch of a friend from the bar? Someone else entirely? I can’t just sit here waiting to be destroyed.’He paced, fists clenched at his sides. His body still burned with leftover heat from last night—shame twisting with something darker, hotter. The memory of the anonymous messages made his skin prickle.Leon: You won’t break me.No reply. Of course not. The bastard loved keeping him on edge.Leon grabbed his jacket. “Fuck this. I’m not waiting around like prey.”He slipped out the back door before his father could unleash another sermon. The streets blurred as he headed straight for the sketchy strip of electronics shops on the edge of town. His heart hammered with every step—part fear, part furious determination. Rebellious fire lit his eyes.The sign read “Tech Repairs” in flickering neon. Leon pushed inside.