The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 104: Unwanted Advances

Night’s P.O.V

I sat on my bed, replayed everything that happened tonight; every tense word, every glance, every detail… I had seen it all over and over in my mind, and yet each time, one image stood out in sharp relief: my father’s face when he’d looked at Kai’s dad.

That split second, when my father’s usual hardness had crumbled, and the color had drained from his face.

It was so unlike him. Normally, my father would have been cursing me out, making his contempt crystal clear.

But tonight, after that moment in the hallway, he’d been silent. I almost wished my father had shouted at me instead, berated me like he always did.

At least that would have felt familiar, almost manageable. But this strange, haunted silence was unsettling, and only left me with more questions than I knew what to do with.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, Kai’s dad was surely involved in this and knows something about all of this. Perhaps he could answer my nagging question of why my dad was the way that he was.

I looked at the clock, wondering if I could sneak out and head to Kai’s home. But the security around my house was super tight and I shook my head, not wanting more drama to the scenario. I should be focusing on the upcoming ‘wedding’ instead, to find a way to stop it from happening before it was too late.

But how? Where do I even begin?

Suddenly, a knock on my door jolted me back to reality. I turned to the door, staring at it and trying to figure out who would be knocking at this hour. My best guess was that it was my mom, coming to serve us dinner.

We had been eating together in my room the past few days that I was stuck on house arrest. At first, I thought it was somewhat of an inconvenience; I wanted to be alone, and she wasn’t helping.

But after it started happening every night, it grew on me and I kind of learned to appreciate the company; it even gave me time to bond with her anew.

I also learned that she was incredibly lonely because my father rarely paid attention to her. She even confessed that she sometimes felt like a mistress rather than a wife, just someone to keep him company while he was married to his work.

“But I knew he wasn’t the soft-hearted type before we even got engaged,” she had told me, “so I knew what I was getting into, marrying him. I’m used to it, but I’m only human, so I get lonely sometimes.” She sighed. “I’m glad we have this, dear. I enjoy spending time with you. To be honest, the fact that we drifted apart really worried me…”

I smiled at the memory and stood up to let my mother in, but when I opened the door, what greeted me was not my mom, but the last person I had expected to show up at this hour.

Rosalie stood before me, wearing a very revealing gown that left very little to the imagination. It was all red lace and the robe was parted down the middle, showing off her equally revealing underwear. It made me grimes and look away quickly.

“Rosalie! What do you think you’re doing?” I asked through gritted teeth.

She smiled at me, thinking it came off as sweet, but really, it was just annoying. Before I could even tell her to get lost and leave me alone, she pushed her way inside my room and shut the door behind her.

I let out a loud sigh, shaking my head as I walked away to put some distance between us. I already knew where this was going; I was not new to unwanted advances. “Go back to your room, Rosalie,” I said tiredly. “I’m not in the mood for your bullshit. Save your dignity and put some decent clothes on.”

But Rosalie was a stubborn woman, and instead of reading the room, she only took off her robe, letting it pool at her feet as I turned away in exasperation.

“Does this turn you on, Night?” she asked me, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Or do you need me to strip completely naked for you to love me?”

Was she really serious right now?

“It’s sad that you think you need to be naked for you to be loved by someone,” I told her. “You got some issues that you need to work on, but you have to believe me when I tell you it’s got nothing to do with you or your body. I’m just not into women, Rosalie! When will you understand that?”

But despite my harsh words, she just stood there, in her revealing underwear and not caring about my words at all.

“Please, just…leave me alone; I don’t want to get caught in a compromising position with you. God knows I’ve had enough of that in my life.” I shook my head.

“But we are getting married,” she still argued, and I had to fight the urge to groan loudly, and throw her out of my room. Still, my patience was thinning, and I wouldn't be very lenient if she kept this up for long.

She continued, “There is no need for us to be shy now, we can even celebrate our honeymoon tonight. Maybe you’ll finally stop looking at boys and look at me instead.”

“Rosalie, how many times do I have to tell you that it doesn’t work that way?” I said, exasperated. “I have no interest in you, point, blank, period. Just leave me alone, please.”

Again, she refused to listen to me. Instead, she took my rejection as an invitation to embrace me. Striding towards me, she wrapped her arms around my nape and pulled me flush against her body, making my stomach churned as her hands began to move down my chest. I hated her persistence, her refusal to see the reality I had tried so many times to show her.

She clung to me like I was hers to claim, ignoring every word I’d said, every boundary I’d tried to set. Did she think it was cute? Or that I would suddenly change my mind if she pressed hard enough? Violated my personal space enough times?

For a moment, I considered telling her exactly how I felt in much more scathing words, to finally make her understand just how deep my resentment ran. But I held back, settling instead for pushing her away and taking a step back.

“Rosalie, this needs to stop,” I spat out, my anger getting the best of me. “I’ve had enough of this!”

“No, I’ve had enough of this!” She snapped back, taking a step closer to me. “I am your fiancé, Night! When are you going to get that through your thick skull?”

“As soon as you get it through your thick skull that Night is gay.” Another voice said, startling the both of us when we realized someone was in the room. We turned to the balcony doorway and found that it was wide open, and there stood Kai, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes narrowed at Rosalie, full of contempt. “And he belongs to me.”

There was something about the sight of him that immediately filled me with relief. The rational part of me knew it was a bad move on his part, with my father in a silent rage and him breaking into our property when clearly nobody had expected him to show up like this.

But fuck that rational part of me; my heart had longed to see him all this time, and here he was, right in front of me.

I wanted to hug him, kiss him, tell him everything I couldn’t bring myself to say earlier, but before I could even break into a grin or, hell, even blink, Rosalie beat me to it.

She opened her mouth, and started screaming at the top of her lungs, stirring our quiet mansion to life.