All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I had exactly forty-seven dollars and twenty-three cents in my bank account, a suitcase full of clothes that still smelled like my ex’s apartment, and nowhere to go.The breakup had been ugly. The kind where you walk in on your boyfriend of two years with someone else in your own bed. I hadn’t even screamed. I just turned around, packed a bag, and left. That was three days ago. Since then, I’d been sleeping on my friend’s couch, pretending I wasn’t falling apart.But her lease was up, and she was moving in with her girlfriend tomorrow. Which meant I was officially out of options.I sat on the edge of her couch, staring at my phone. My thumb hovered over one name in my contacts — a name I really, really didn’t want to call.Julian Kane.My ex’s older brother.We’d only met a handful of times over the years — mostly at family events or the occasional awkward dinner. He was older than my ex by eight years, and he carried himself like someone who was used to getting what he wanted. Tall,

Chapter 3: Late Nights.It had been a week since I moved into Julian’s townhouse, and I still wasn’t used to living with him.Not because he was difficult to live with. If anything, he was surprisingly considerate. He cooked most nights, kept the common areas clean, and respected my space. But there was something about sharing a home with him that made me hyper-aware of his presence at all times.Like the way I could hear him moving around his room late at night. Or the way his cologne lingered in the hallway after he left for work in the morning. Or the way my stomach flipped every time I heard his voice on the phone in the living room.It was becoming a problem.Tonight was no different.I couldn’t sleep.My mind kept racing — new job stress, the lingering mess of my breakup, and the constant, low-level awareness of the man sleeping just down the hall from me. After tossing and turning for over an hour, I finally gave up.I slipped out of bed, pulled on an oversized t-shirt over

Chapter 5: The Morning After.I woke up to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar curtains and the steady sound of someone breathing beside me.For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together where I was and why my body felt so pleasantly sore.Then it all came rushing back.Julian’s kitchen. The kiss. The way he’d lifted me onto the counter and fucked me like he’d been waiting years to do it.My stomach twisted.I turned my head slowly.Julian was still asleep, lying on his back with one arm thrown over his head. The sheets had slipped down to his waist, revealing the hard lines of his chest and stomach. In the soft morning light, he looked younger. Less intimidating. Almost peaceful.I swallowed hard.What the hell had I done?I carefully slid out of bed, trying not to wake him. My clothes were scattered across the floor — my t-shirt near the door, my shorts somewhere near the bed. I gathered them as quietly as I could and slip

Chapter 7: JealousyI needed space.After that night in Julian’s bed — the slow, emotional sex, the way he held me afterward like I was something precious — I felt like I was losing control of the situation. Of myself.I had moved into this house to get away from my ex and figure out my life. Instead, I was falling into something with his older brother. Something that felt dangerously close to real.So I did what any rational person would do when they were terrified of their own feelings.I tried to create distance.It started small. I stayed late at work a few nights in a row. I made plans with my new coworkers instead of coming straight home. I told myself it was healthy — that I needed to build a life outside of this house and the man who lived in it.But deep down, I knew I was running.On Friday, I did something even more drastic.I said yes to a date.His name was Ethan. He worked in the marketing department at my new job — tall, easygoing, with a nice smile and zero complicatio

Chapter 9: Choosing Each Other.The days after my ex called were quiet, but not in a peaceful way.Julian and I moved through the house like we were both waiting for the other shoe to drop. We still slept in the same bed most nights. We still touched each other when the tension became too much. But there was an unspoken weight between us now — the knowledge that my ex knew, and that eventually, other people would too.I could feel Julian holding back.He was still protective, still attentive, but there was a carefulness to him that hadn’t been there before. Like he was waiting for me to change my mind. Like he was preparing himself for the possibility that I might walk away.I hated it.On a quiet Sunday morning, I finally decided I couldn’t take it anymore.Julian was in the kitchen making coffee when I walked in. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair still messy from sleep. He glanced up when he heard me, and the guarded look in his eyes made my chest ache.“M