All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71– VIGILLeon descended the attic stairs slowly, each step sending a dull throb through his bandaged knees. The fever had eased slightly after the shower, but it still clung to him like a second skin — making his body feel heavy and his thoughts sluggish. The aroma of his mother’s chicken soup grew stronger as he reached the kitchen, warm and comforting in a way that almost made the exhaustion bearable.His mother had already set the table. A steaming bowl of soup sat waiting, alongside a slice of bread and a glass of water. She looked up from the stove with a gentle smile, though her eyes carried that familiar undercurrent of worry.“Come sit, sweetheart,” she said softly. “It’s still hot. I added extra garlic and ginger for the fever.”Leon lowered himself into the chair, wincing slightly. He picked up the spoon and started eating, the warm broth soothing his raw throat. For a few moments, the only sounds were the clink of the spoon against the bowl and the faint tick of th

Chapter 73– CRINGEThe sermon continued like a storm that refused to break.Pastor Wright’s voice boomed through the speakers, filling every corner of the church hall with righteous fire. “The devil is attacking our children! He is twisting love into lust, identity into abomination! Homosexuality is not a lifestyle — it is a spirit of perversion sent to destroy families, to corrupt the youth, to mock the sacred order God established!”Leon sat rigid in the front row, hands clasped so tightly in his lap that his knuckles turned white. Each word landed like a physical blow. The fever made his skin burn and his head throb, but the shame burning deeper inside him hurt worse. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, afraid that if he looked up, someone might see the guilt written across his face.His mother sat beside him, occasionally glancing over with quiet concern. She reached out once and gently touched his arm, her fingers cool against his fever-warm skin. “You’re still hot,” she whisper

Chapter 75– GROCERIES AGAIN?Leon pushed her back firmly, his hands on Grace’s shoulders as he created distance between them. The cleaning cloth slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a soft thud. His heart pounded hard against his ribs, a mix of panic and exhaustion flooding his system.Grace blinked, surprised for a second, then smiled — a slow, teasing curve of her lips that didn’t reach her eyes. “No one is here, Leon. What are you afraid of?” She stepped closer again, her voice dropping into something she clearly thought was seductive. “It’s just us. The others have all gone.”Leon stepped back, his bandaged knees protesting the movement. The empty church hall suddenly felt too big and too small at the same time. The faint smell of incense and polished wood mixed with Grace’s light perfume, making his already feverish head spin.“Grace, stop,” he said, voice low and strained. “This isn’t the time. I’m not feeling well.”She didn’t stop. She came closer, her eyes brig

Chapter 77– CHATAaron’s POVThe rooftop door slammed shut behind me with a heavy metallic clang, but I was still grinning like a fucking idiot as I jogged down the stairs. Leon’s face stayed burned into my mind — flushed cheeks, wide eyes, lips parted like he was two seconds away from closing the distance and kissing me himself. That almost-kiss. The way his breath had hitched. The frantic jump of his pulse under my thumb. The contract he’d tried so hard to hide behind like it could protect him from whatever this thing between us was becoming.I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and pushed through the exit doors into the afternoon sun. The warmth hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat still simmering under it. The deal was locked in now. Fake dating. Tutoring. Popularity for him, grades for me. Win-win on paper. But I knew the truth. Leon was already cracking. One more push — one more lingering touch, one more whispered challenge — and he’d stop pretending he didn’t want m

Chapter 79– CLOUD NINEAaron arrived at the warehouse a few minutes after 10 PM. The parking lot was already half-full, the bass from inside thumping through the walls like a second heartbeat. He adjusted the sleek black mask over his face, the same one from last time, and stepped through the entrance. The security guy checked his stamp without a word and waved him in.The party was in full swing again — bodies grinding under flashing red and purple lights, laughter mixing with the heavy music. Masks everywhere. Anonymity thick in the air. Aaron moved through the crowd with easy confidence, eyes scanning for crimson.He spotted him near the back, leaning against the same wall as last time. The ornate crimson mask with gold accents caught the light, highlighting the strong jaw and salt-and-pepper stubble. The older man stood tall and broad-shouldered, exuding that quiet authority even in the chaos. Their eyes met across the room. A spark of recognition passed between them.Aaron walked