All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 157The house smelled of chicken and rice and the faint lemon polish his mother used on the tables. Ordinary Sunday smells. His mother stood at the sink with her back to him, sleeves rolled up, washing a pot that did not need washing. The radio on the counter played something soft and Christian at low volume. She did not turn when the door closed.“I’m home,” Leon said. His voice sounded almost normal. Almost.“I know.” She kept scrubbing. “Your father’s in the study. He wants you to finish the reading for tomorrow’s youth group before supper.”Leon set his backpack down by the stairs. The apple was gone; he had left it on the library table like evidence he no longer wanted to carry. “Okay.”Silence stretched between them. He watched the careful line of her shoulders. Something had changed—tighter, held too precisely. She had found the dildo and the lubricant. He was almost certain of it now. The way she had not looked at him properly in two days. The way her voice stayed flat

Chapter 159Monday morning came in thin gray light.Pastor Carter woke before the alarm. The bedroom was still dim, Margaret’s breathing slow and even beside him. He lay still for a full minute, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the decision that had settled in him during the night. Silence would not protect him. Waiting would only give Aaron Blake more time to decide the terms. If the boy ever chose to speak—or to show proof—everything would burn. The church. The marriage. Leon’s future. Margaret’s place among the women. His own name. He could not let that happen on someone else’s schedule.He rose quietly, careful not to wake her. The floorboards were cool under his feet. In the bathroom he washed his face with cold water, brushed his teeth, and dressed in the dark trousers and white shirt he wore for weekday work. The charcoal jacket hung ready on the back of the door. He put it on, smoothed the front, and looked at himself in the mirror. The same face the congregation

Chapter 161Chemistry class always smelled the same—dry-erase markers, old textbooks, and that sharp metallic edge from the lab sinks. I sat in the back row, chair tipped on two legs, one boot braced against the table in front of me. The teacher’s voice droned on about molar masses. I wasn’t listening. My phone sat heavy in my pocket, still warm from the messages I’d sent the pastor earlier. The conversation kept replaying in pieces.*You leave trails, Pastor.* *I’ll bring pictures.* *Behave and it stays buried.*I had typed those words without blinking. It should have felt clean. Power usually did. Instead my knee kept bouncing under the table and my mind kept sliding sideways to Leon.Leon Carter.I stared at the whiteboard without seeing a single formula.I hadn’t known it was his dad at the beginning.That was the truth I kept turning over. When the whole thing started it was just a masked arrangement in a warehouse bathroom on the industrial edge of town. Older guy, tightly w

Chapter 163Leon’s question still hung in the air between us when the real answer pushed up the back of my throat.*Yeah, that’s ’cause I like you.*The words sat there, fully formed, stupidly clear. I almost said them. For half a second the truth was right there on my tongue—everything I’d been circling since the mask came off, since I chose to fuck his father one last time even after I knew, since Leon started taking up more space in my head than the power or the secret ever should have. I like you. That’s why the silence. That’s why the smile that isn’t the usual one. That’s why everything feels complicated as hell.I didn’t say it.I just smiled—the same controlled curve of mouth I’d given him a minute earlier—and brushed it off like the whole thing was nothing.“Nothing’s wrong, Carter,” I repeated, voice easy. “Let’s just do the experiment.”Leon studied me for another second, clearly not buying it, but the teacher was already moving between stations and the clock was running. H

Chapter 165The final bell released chemistry class in a slow scrape of chairs and the usual rush of voices. Leon packed his lab sheet and notebook with careful movements, keeping his head down while the rest of the room emptied. Aaron had already stood, given him one last small nod that confirmed the tutoring session for later, and disappeared into the hallway traffic. Leon waited an extra thirty seconds before he followed, deliberately not looking toward Damian’s station. He did not need to see the cheerleader still laughing or the easy way Damian leaned into the attention. The sound of that laugh was already lodged under his ribs.The walk across the quad to the library felt longer than usual. Afternoon light slanted gold across the pavement. Students drifted in loose groups, phones out, conversations overlapping. Leon kept his backpack straps tight and his eyes forward. The memory of Aaron’s fingers around his wrist still lingered—warm, firm, sudden. *You almost poured in pure mag