JORDAN JUDE

I felt chills run down my spine as I read the news on my phone repeatedly. My assistant, Mike, adjusted his glasses while staring at me with undeniable blame in his eyes.

The headline read: "Evidence of Billionaire Jordan Jude Being Gay Has Been Exposed to the Public." It was accompanied by countless pictures of me captured in intimate positions with different guys.

The released pictures numbered over 30, each becoming more intimate than the last. Yes, I am gay, and the photos released weren't altered in any way, but I always made sure to be very careful.

On every date with the guys I found attractive, I was very cautious. I never took them to public places, fully aware that I could easily be recognized. Instead, I took them to the private hotels I owned. I always ensured that skilled bodyguards and heightened security were in place before I could relax.

"Who could've done this?" I thought.

The moment the scandal broke, Mike stormed into my private hotel suite, barged into the room where I sat with the male escort I'd just slept with, and hurled the phone straight at my face.

I groaned, placing my head on the palm of my hands as I felt a painful headache hit me.

"Honey, what's wrong? And what's your PA doing here? Doesn't he know how to give us some alone time?" The male slut whom I had fucked the whole night and couldn't even remember his name spoke in a sultry tone.

He had just woken up, so he didn't hear the conversation between Mike and me, nor did he understand what was happening.

But still, I cursed inwardly at the bastard's inability to read the fucking room.

Mike stared disgustedly at him before averting his gaze toward me once again. Mike wasn't homophobic, and he has never made me feel less about myself for being gay. Instead, he accepted me for who I am.

He said he was okay with my sexuality as long as the media didn't find out and it didn't affect my work; One of these two had just happened, of course, he'd be pissed.

"Leave now before I cut off your limbs!"I cast a piercing glare at the whore before me, my eyes sharp and frigid like shards of ice.

He flinched in fear before grabbing his clothes from the floor and rushing out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

I turned toward Mike, "There is still time! This person released those pictures just thirty minutes ago, and although it already has close to half a million views, it could still be taken down," I said, and Mike sighed.

"I've done that countless times last night but it just kept on popping back up. Whoever it is that is doing this, he or she is hellbent on ruining you for good" Mike sighed tiredly as he adjusted his glasses once again.

That was when I noticed the dark circles under his eyes and his tired posture. It turned out that he had spent the whole night taking down the evidence of my scandalous affairs but unfortunately, it kept popping back up like a damned army of ants dispatched at a particular location all at once.

I cussed myself, "This is all my fault!"

"This is not the time for self-blame. From the very moment the scandal broke, Mr. Jude has been calling me. I guess he saw it too," Mike said. I felt my heartbeat quicken and tasted bile in my mouth.

"The old man has seen it?" I slammed my fist into the wall, the impact sending a splatter of blood across the surface as my knuckles throbbed in pain.

My father, Jude, is a pastor and the founder of a large church in America. People see him as a good man who follows the Bible and respects its teachings.

However, the truth is different. Behind closed doors, he has been physically and emotionally abusive to my siblings and me for years. He has also expressed how much he hates LGBTQ+ individuals just as much as he hates Satanists.

"I think so" Mike answered.

"What did he say?"I asked.

"I didn't answer his calls. I was scared to do so" Mike said, clenching his shaky fist.

Mike was appointed as my assistant by my father. Mike's job was simple; Assist me with the company's affairs while being a living CCTV.

Every action of mine should be checked and reported back to my father almost every week. When Mike found out I was gay, It took everything in me to convince him, and he agreed, promising not to tell my father about my sexuality.

Now, because of me, Mike could get into trouble.

"Give me the phone; I will answer the call if he calls again," I said taking the phone from Mike, and as soon as I grabbed it, it rang. I answered the call right away, ensuring the volume was high so that Mike could hear.

"How long have you known about this?—About my son being gay?" His cold, angry voice resounded around the quiet room.

"It's me, Jordan," I spoke and cut him off, not giving him a chance to say another word.

"You don't need to worry about my company falling apart, the finances, or your reputation. I will find a solution within the next twenty-four hours and report back to you. This is my mistake, and I will take care of it."

"No need for that. I've found a fitting way for you to get out of this mess" His hard tone came up again, "You will marry the woman I choose. I will create a forged marriage certificate indicating that you have been married for six years in secret. All you need to do is appear in front of the media and act as if you are deeply in love with her. No one would suspect a thing. After all, you aren't the first billionaire to keep their marriage a secret. Your marriage will dominate the news, and people will believe that those images were fabricated. Soon, it will all be forgotten."

I clenched my fist in anger at his words. Fucking bastard!

"I will never do as you say! I don't think it is a good idea to cover the truth with a lie. One day, people will find out, and things could get worse than they already are," I said through gritted teeth as I fought the urge to punch the wall again.

Lies! More lies!

For years, I pretended to be someone I wasn't, acting as if I were a ladies' man in public while fucking and getting turned on by a man's rectum in private.

Now the truth was out, I should be upset, angry even but I wasn't. I felt relief that I didn't have to lie anymore and cover who I was.

But then, this man wants me to lie again?

How long does this bastard expect me to keep this up?

"They would not find out; As long as you don't go thrusting your penis into a man's hole without a single care about someone recording your disgusting affairs from the shadows"

I could sense the pure disgust in his words.

"Think about this carefully, Jordan" The call was disconnected after.