His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 85: Breaking Tyler

Chapter 85: Breaking Tyler

Logan's POV

Tyler's face was red with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. But me? I was enjoying every second of it. Watching him unravel. Watching him finally feel even a fraction of what I felt.

He wanted to play with me? Lie about me? Humiliate me in front of Naomi?

Fine. But I was going to make sure he regretted every fucking second of it.

Tyler's voice was tight when he spoke. "Logan, don't you dare lay a hand on Naomi."

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A slow smirk spread across my lips. "Watch me."

I took a step closer, watching the way his body tensed. "And don't get it twisted," I murmured. "I don't force myself on women. I don't need to. Naomi's going to come crawling to me on her own. She'll beg me to fuck the life out of her."

Tyler flinched, and I knew my words hit deep. But I wasn't done.

I leaned in, voice cold as ice. "And you know what the best part is? When she leaves you, it's going to be just like Alexis. The same way she walked out of your life, Naomi will too. And don't worry—" I grinned, "—that's just the beginning."

His hands shook. I could see the panic in his eyes.

"No matter how loyal they think they are, no matter how much they swear they'd never cheat on you..." I chuckled darkly. "They will. Every last one of them. And when they do, I'll make sure they never recover from me."

I paused, then added in a whisper, "Not in this lifetime. Not in the next."

Tyler's breath hitched. His entire body was trembling now. And then—

He did something I never expected.

He begged.

He actually begged.

"Logan... please," he whispered, voice strained. "Don't do this."

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to think. "Don't do what, Tyler?"

"Please don't touch Naomi," he pleaded, eyes filled with desperation. "I know what you're capable of. Just—just let her go. For my sake."

My laughter filled the room, sharp and merciless. "For your sake?" I mocked. "You really think I give a single fuck about your sake?"

Tyler swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Who the hell do you think you are to ask me for that?" I sneered. "I was actually thinking of letting her go... but then you had to mention your sake." My lips curled into a grin. "Now? She's in for it."

Tyler took a step forward, his hands twitching as if he was about to reach for me.

"Don't," I warned. "Don't fucking touch me unless you want to end up regretting it."

He stopped immediately, hands dropping to his sides.

Quick.

Too quick.

Like he knew better. Like he knew I wasn't bluffing.

"I swear, Logan, Naomi isn't my girlfriend," Tyler rushed out. "It was all a plan. Just a way to get Alexis off my back. Naomi and I were just playing along."

I stared at him, unimpressed.

"Playing along?" I echoed. "And did playing along require you to talk shit about me? Did it require you to tell her I was some creepy loser?"

Tyler opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had no excuse.

I smirked. "That's what I thought."

"Logan, just listen—"

"I've heard enough," I cut him off. "I already told you what I'm going to do. And I will do it. Every last bit of it. And if I'm in a bad mood?" I smiled darkly. "I might just do more."

I turned on my heel to leave—

And then she walked in.

Naomi.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she crossed her arms and looked at Tyler with a scowl.

"Tyler, baby," she drawled. "What are you still doing with this creep?" Her nose scrunched in disgust as she eyed me. "I thought you told me he was obsessed with you? Why are you still talking to him?"

Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration evident. "Naomi, just shut up for a second, okay?"

She scoffed. "Excuse me?"

"Not everything is about you," he snapped. "Just stay out of this."

Naomi's mouth opened in shock. Clearly, she wasn't used to being talked to like that.

I cleared my throat, drawing their attention back to me.

"You know," I mused, looking Naomi up and down, "I'm trying to imagine what her voice is going to sound like when I'm on top of her, giving her the best night of her life."

Tyler paled instantly. "Logan, please don't do this."

Naomi blinked. "Wait, what? Is he talking about me?" She turned to Tyler, but one look at his face made her shut up.

"Naomi," Tyler's voice was low, strained. "Just don't say anything. Please."

"But he just—"

"Do not fucking say a word."

Naomi hesitated, then nodded stiffly. "Fine. I'm leaving." She turned and stormed off, her heels clicking loudly against the floor.

Tyler let out a breath of relief.

Pathetic.

I chuckled. "Perfect. Now you have total silence to yourself." I smirked as I turned to leave. "Although, you can always call her back and finish your little conversation. I'd love to hear what excuse you come up with next."

I took a step forward—

And then Tyler grabbed my wrist.

The same wrist I warned him not to touch.

I barely had time to react before he shoved me against the wall and—

Kissed me.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle.

It was desperate. Messy. Angry. Like he was trying to make me forget everything I just said.

I pushed him off instantly.

"You really think a fucking kiss is going to change my mind?" I scoffed. "You think that's enough to make me forget what you did?" I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "For all I know, you used these same lips on Naomi. Or worse—gave her head." I sneered in disgust.

Tyler looked wrecked. His breathing was heavy, his hands shaking. "Logan, please... tell me what I have to do." His voice was raw, desperate. "I'll do anything—just don't touch Naomi."

I stepped closer, my lips inches from his ear.

"First of all," I whispered, "don't ever fucking kiss me without my consent again."

He swallowed hard.

"And second?" I smirked, my breath ghosting over his skin.

I licked the shell of his ear.

Tyler shivered, his breath hitching.

"You have two options."

I leaned in, letting my words sink in.

"One: Go to Naomi and tell her you're done. That you're no longer interested in your little fake relationship."

I let the silence stretch before whispering the second option.

"Or two: Tell her everything that happened between us. Every. Fucking. Detail."

I pulled back, watching the horror settle into his features.

"Let her see you for who you really are."