The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 85: One Bad News after Another

Kai’s P.O.V

I woke up early the next day, nudged awake by my own brain, who thought it would be funny to replay the moment Rosalie approached me at the gates of the university.

Reliving the nightmare all over again wasn’t my ideal way to get up, but now that it was stuck to my mind, I was guessing this was going to be one of the many nights that I was going to witness this scene.

Night was fast asleep beside me. He had shifted away at some point in the night, his back against me as he curled in on himself. Carefully detangling myself from the blankets, I stood up from the bed, before covering him up and tucking him in. He needed to rest after everything that happened.

I went to the kitchen to make breakfast for us, my mind going from my encounter with Rosalie to Night’s confession last night. I opened the cupboard and took out a box of Kraft Mac and cheese, because I was feeling like having some Mac and cheese today and I couldn’t be bothered with anything fancy.

I rummage the drawer for a bowl deep enough for me to boil water in. And as I heated the pot of water to boil, I leaned against the wall, thinking.

Did we really stand a chance against such an influential and powerful person like Night’s father? Jonathan Winters was not a pushover and he had a tendency to get violent.

Whenever I thought about that, I felt a sense of helplessness creping in. I couldn’t believe a father could do something like that to his own son. Being angry and upset is normal. Being disappointed in your kids is normal too, after all, we’ve all been there, done that.

But violence? To the point where his father would hit him, lock him up in his room for days without contact with anyone? They didn’t seem normal at all. I’ve seen homophobic people in my life, but none had been to this extreme…

It almost felt like his own father hated his guts…

But at the same time, he wanted to manipulate his son into doing his bidding.

God, I wanted to punch some sense into that motherfucker real bad! He wanted Night to live as a shadow of his true self, a shell of a person with no feelings, but I wasn’t going to let that happen.

There was no way I was going down without a fight. I hadn’t been lying when I told Night that I wasn’t going to leave him halfway. I had struggled with my sexual orientation, with my identity and with everything that I once believed to be true about myself, not so I could give up on the person I loved halfway.

Now that I thought about it, why was Night’s father so adamant about the marriage between Night and Rosalie, when he clearly knew Night didn’t like women?

There has gotta be some kind of connection with his business, or some personal vendetta…but I don't know what it is… I just needed to figure it out.

I was jolted out my intense musing when Night’s phone started to ring from the room. I waited for it to stop, thinking Night would pick it up, but when it didn’t, I went back inside the room only to see Night groaning and turning around on the bed, not willing to take the call.

I couldn’t help but smile at the cute little frown on his face, and those pouty little lips that made me want to get back in bed so I could kiss him all over. But since he had slept late, I didn’t want to disturb him either.

Swiftly, I crossed the room to take the phone. When I unlocked it with my thumbprint, I saw that it was a call from Avery, Night’s agent. I glanced at Night once, wondering if I should wake him up, but seeing how peacefully he was sleeping, I decided not to disturb him.

Returning to the kitchen to check on the pot, I took the call instead. “Hi. Good morning, Avery. I’m taking the call for Night since he’s still sleeping. What is this about? You got any new modeling gigs for him?”

She breathed a sigh of relief on the other end of the line. “Kai! Thank God!” she sighed, making me feel confused. Why was she so happy that I picked up instead of Night?

“I was actually hoping that Night wouldn’t pick up because I don’t know how to tell him this news. I wanted to call you, but I didn’t have your number, so as much as I wanted to contact you directly, I couldn’t.” She gushed out in one breath, her words urgent as they mashed together.

Didn’t want to tell him directly? What news was she talking about?

Suddenly, a sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. My mind went to a hundred different directions, trying to predict whatever Avery was going to tell me.

The worst case scenario was that Night would never be able to model again. But why? He was fucking good at his job!

“What’s the matter, Avery?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. “Why do you sound so stressed? Is something wrong?”

Avery sighed again on the other end, but this time it sounded like it was out of exhaustion and not relief. “I got a call from my agency today, telling me that I could no longer get work for Night. And if I do, I’ll get fired. In other words, I can no longer be his agent.”

My blood ran cold at the news. Night would be devastated! I turned my back against him, trying to be even quieter so that he wouldn’t hear or wake up from his sleep.

“A-are you being serious right now, Avery?” I asked urgently, keeping my voice as low as possible. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m really, really, really sorry, Kai,” Avery said profusely, almost like she was afraid I wouldn’t believe her. “Truly, I am. But my hands are tied. As much as I want to keep working as Night’s agent, I’ll be out of a job myself. I don’t have a choice but to cut him off because I don’t want to be unemployed and blacklisted as well.”

Yes, I understood her concerns fully well. Still, I couldn’t help but feel bad, both for Night and Avery. What was he going to do now? He loves being a model, and I don’t think I have the courage to tell him that he could no longer do that.

One bad news after another. Christ, to think this was just the start!

“Can you tell him the news, Kai?” Avery pleaded, her voice desperate. “I really…I just don’t have it in me to tell him such devastating news myself.”

I was at a loss for words. “How the hell can I tell him such a thing?” I hissed into the phone, flabbergasted but still trying to keep it down. “You know as well as I do, how much he loves his job, how much he likes being a model!”

But before I could hear what possible response Avery could come up with, the phone was yanked out of my hand. I whipped around in shock to find Night standing next to me.

And without having to say anything, I knew immediately that he had heard the entire conversation even though I had tried my hardest to keep it down. I was half relieved that I no longer had to tell him myself, but also worried about how he was going to take it.

Much to my surprise, he put the phone to his ear, not uttering a word to me.

“Hi, Avery,” he said, a small smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. I could only imagine Avery’s shock on the other end of the line, but I didn’t dare interrupt as Night continued. “Yes, it’s me, Night. I just wanted to tell you my thanks. You’ve been a really good agent to me so far, and it’s thanks to you that I got to enjoy my job as a model. So yeah, don’t fret about this situation too much. Have a good one!”

And then he hung up the call.