The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 105: Trapped by Loss

Kai’s P.O.V

Night rushed over to my side, his grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my arm as though letting go would mean that he would completely lose his mind. I could feel his fear seeping into me, making my heart race in sync with his.

Rosalie’s scream had cut through the air like a sharp and annoyingly loud siren. Her voice echoed down the hallway, piercing and shrill, and I knew it would draw attention.

And it did. Within moments, Night’s parents appeared at the doorway, eyes wide with confusion and rage. Rosalie’s parents followed closely behind, their faces a mix of shock and dawning realization as they took in the scene before them—their daughter looking disheveled, barely clothed, and me standing before Night as the unwanted trespasser.

Jonathan’s gaze locked onto mine, and I felt pinned under the sheer force of his glare, but I tried not to let it show that he intimidated me; he was just a man, after all. And I wasn’t going to back down this time, come what may.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, narrowed as he stepped forward, sending a chill down my spine. His jaw was clenched so tightly that I could see the veins on his neck standing out. “What is the meaning of this?” he said, his voice dangerously low with barely controlled fury. “I told you to stay away from my son thousands of times! And yet you don’t seem to get the hint!”

Rosalie’s parents looked aghast, their expressions darting between their daughter and the rest of us. “W-what happened to you?” Mrs. Clearwater asked. She looked very worried about the state of her daughter, and she placed a hand out as though to shield Rosalie from a scandal. “Why are you dressed like this?”

Rosalie, still disheveled and wearing a dress far too… well, exposing… for an uninvited visit, crossed her arms and huffed dramatically. “I came to spend time with Night,” she declared, throwing a sharp glare my way. “But instead, I found him here—with Kai.”

I thought her parents would take this as an acceptable reason, but by the way her mother was still frowning, it was clear that she was hesitant to accept it. I took this as an opportunity to assert myself.

“She’s lying,” I said loudly, enjoying a flicker of satisfaction when Rosalie’s smile started to falter. “She was already here when I arrived, and guess what? I caught her coming onto Night and trying to force herself on him. How’s that for the truth? I thought you people in the upper class knew better than to act in such an uncivilized manner.”

I knew parents have an innate instinct to take their children’s side in a confrontation, but I was still disappointed when they started scoffing from disbelief.

Rosalie's father, with a derisive snort, crossed his arms. "How absurd," he said. "A petite, young woman like my daughter forcing herself on a large, grown man like Night? Ridiculous. How can she even do that when she can’t even reach the top of his head?"

Jonathan nodded in agreement, his gaze cold and unwavering. “Enough of these lies, Kai. You’ve already crossed the line by being here.”

I glanced at Night, who looked as if the floor had been ripped from under him. His eyes, wide and desperate, darted between me and his parents. He opened his mouth as if to speak but seemed unable to form the words.

Rosalie’s triumphant smirk made my blood boil. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “You,” I said, pointing at Jonathan. “Do you not believe me when I say that your son is being sexually harassed? Or is this going to be just like the time you didn’t believe the first Night was assaulted and came to you for help?”

It got so quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

The Clearwater’s looked so stunned by this revelation that I almost felt sorry I brought it up in the first place. I glanced at Night, shooting him an apologetic look. Sorry, I thought, would you rather have kept it a secret from them?

As though he could read my mind, Night shook his head. It’s fine.

“Jonathan, is this true?” Mr. Clearwater asked. “Was your son really assaulted?”

Jonathan faltered, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words. His eyes darted to Night, then to Rosalie, and finally back to me.

Mrs. Clearwater took a step forward. “Jonathan, answer him,” she demanded. “Is it true? Was Night…?” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, though I couldn’t read whether it was from fear or disgust.

Jonathan’s shoulders slumped. “He…” he began, his voice faltering. He swallowed hard and dropped his gaze to the floor.

My patience snapped. “When are you going to stop pretending and face what’s right in front of you?” I shouted. Around me, I heard my own voice bounce on the walls. “Night deserves better than this—than lies, than cover-ups. If you actually cared about him, you’d protect him, not shove him into a life that breaks him from the inside every day.”

Night’s father flinched as if struck. The room seemed to shrink around us, amplifying my voice.

My fists clenched at my sides as I pressed, “You’ve been hiding behind your own fear, your past mistakes, and your obsession with control. You act like you’re protecting Night, but you’re only repeating history, trapping him the way you were trapped by loss.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about? I have never hidden behind any facade. Stop this madness and get out of my house before I decide to take this business to court.”

I glanced at Night, who stood there, wide-eyed and silent, before turning back to his father. I knew what I was fighting for, so I had no reason to hold back anymore. “I’m talking about what losing him did to you, and how you’ve let that pain poison everything good in your life, even your own son’s life.”

“Stop this!” Jonathan all but screamed. “Leave my property this instant! You lying, trespassing bastard!”

But I wasn’t letting him deter me. I raised my voice to overpower his. “I will tell you one word!” I shouted. “One name! And that is going to be your answer if I’m lying or not.”

“Stop!” he insisted, grabbing my wrist as though to physically hinder me. He tried to drag me out, but I stood my ground, shielding Night behind me.

“MATTHIAS!”

Everything just…stopped, as if time itself was frozen.

His hands dropped to his sides, the color draining from Jonathan’s face. For the first time, the impenetrable mask he wore visibly cracked, revealing something I hadn’t seen before—uncertainty, even fear.