All Chapters of Unholy Fantasies: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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Just One Night pt 1

Chapter 1: One Night.The day had been a disaster.My client hated every concept I presented. My boss decided to “give feedback” in front of the entire creative team. And somewhere between the third round of revisions and the passive-aggressive email chain, I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since a sad granola bar at 11 a.m.By the time I left the office, I was exhausted, irritable, and desperate for a distraction that didn’t involve staring at a computer screen.So I did something I almost never did.I went out alone.The rooftop bar was only a few blocks from the office—one of those sleek, overpriced places with string lights and a skyline view that made the city look softer than it actually was. I ordered a whiskey neat, found a seat at the far end of the bar, and tried to pretend I wasn’t completely alone on a Thursday night.I was halfway through my drink when I felt someone stop beside me.“Is this seat taken?”The voice was low, rough around the edges, and somehow already fami

Just One Night pt 2

Chapter 2: The Morning After.The hotel room felt colder without him in it.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after waking up, the sheet still wrapped around me, staring at the empty space where he’d been. The indent in the pillow was already fading. The only proof that the night had actually happened was the pleasant ache between my legs and the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the sheets.I should have felt relieved that he was gone.No awkward conversation. No exchange of numbers we both knew we wouldn’t use. No morning-after regret staring me in the face.Instead, I felt… unsettled.I stood up slowly and walked to the bathroom. My reflection looked exactly like someone who’d spent the night being thoroughly fucked by a stranger—hair a mess, lips still slightly swollen, a faint mark on the side of my neck that I didn’t remember him leaving. I touched it lightly with my fingertips.*Just one night,* I reminded myself.I showered longer than necessary, scrubbin

Just one Night pt 3

Chapter 3: Crossing Paths.Three weeks and two days.That was how long I’d managed to go without actively thinking about the man from the rooftop bar. Or at least, that was the lie I kept telling myself. The truth was messier. He still showed up in the quiet moments—when I was half-asleep, when a certain song came on, when I caught the faint scent of expensive cologne on someone else in a crowd. But I had gotten better at shoving the memory back down where it belonged.I was determined to leave that night in the past.Which was why moving into a new apartment felt like the perfect reset.The building was nicer than anything I’d lived in before—a renovated brick mid-rise in a quiet part of Lincoln Park with a small gym, a package room, and actual reliable elevators. I’d signed the lease two weeks earlier after finally getting a raise, and today was move-in day. Most of my boxes were already upstairs. The only things left were a couple of smaller ones and the suitcase currently sittin

Just one Night pt 4

Chapter 4: The Rules.For three days, we managed to avoid each other.It wasn’t easy. The building wasn’t large, and the fourth floor only had six units. I timed my exits carefully, taking the stairs when I heard movement in the hallway, lingering in my apartment until I was sure the coast was clear. Rhys seemed to be doing the same. I never saw him leave for work. I never ran into him by the mailboxes. It was as if we had silently agreed that distance was the only way this arrangement would work.By Thursday evening, I almost believed we could pull it off.Then the laundry room ruined everything.I was folding the last of my clothes when the door opened. I didn’t look up right away—until a familiar voice said my name.“Aria.”I turned.Rhys stood in the doorway, a basket of dark clothes under one arm. He was wearing a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants, his hair slightly damp like he’d just showered. The sight of him in something so casual made my stomach flip in a way I hated.“Hi,”

Just One Night pt 5

Chapter 5: Breaking Them.The rules held for eleven days.Eleven days of polite greetings in the hallway. Eleven days of careful distance in the elevator. Eleven days of pretending the air didn’t change every time we were in the same space. I told myself it was working. That we were both adults who could keep our word.I was wrong.It started with a storm.The kind of late-summer Chicago storm that turned the sky black in minutes and sent rain slamming against the windows in sheets. I got home soaked, my clothes clinging to me, hair dripping into my eyes. All I wanted was a hot shower and to forget the day. I was still standing in my entryway, peeling off my wet jacket, when there was a knock at the door.I knew who it was before I opened it.Rhys stood in the hallway, also rain-damp, a small toolbox in one hand. His dark shirt was plastered to his chest in places.“Power’s out on my side of the floor,” he said. “Building management said the breaker for 4B is in your unit. Mind if I c

Just one Night pt 6

Chapter 6: Getting Closer.We stopped pretending after that night in the storm.There was no big conversation. No new set of rules. We just… stopped fighting it. Three days after Rhys fucked me against my entryway table, he knocked on my door a little after ten. I opened it without asking who it was. He stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind him, and kissed me like he’d been thinking about it all day.We didn’t make it to the bed that night either.After that, it became a pattern.Some nights he came to me. Some nights I went to him. We never planned it. There were no texts, no invitations—just a knock, a look, and the same sharp pull that had been there since the rooftop bar. The sex was still intense, still edged with that desperate, shouldn’t-be-doing-this energy. But something else started slipping in between the heat.We started staying.The first time it happened, I told myself it was just because I was too tired to kick him out. We’d gone at it twice, and my body felt heav

Just One Night pt 7

Chapter 7: Jealousy.The first sign of trouble arrived on a Friday evening in the form of a text from my past.I was in Rhys’s kitchen wearing one of his shirts, waiting for the pasta water to boil, when my phone lit up on the counter. The name on the screen made my stomach drop.**Marcus.**My ex.I stared at it for a few seconds before unlocking the phone.**Marcus:** Heard you moved. We should catch up. Miss talking to you.Simple. Casual. Completely unwelcome.Rhys walked in from the bedroom, still towel-drying his hair, and caught the look on my face before I could lock the screen.“Everything okay?” he asked.“Yeah.” I set the phone face-down. “Just a message I wasn’t expecting.”He didn’t push, but his eyes lingered on the phone for a second longer than necessary. We ate dinner on the couch like we had been doing more and more lately—close, comfortable, the kind of quiet that no longer felt awkward. I tried to ignore the message burning a hole in my pocket.I failed.Later, aft

Just one night pt 8

Chapter 8: The Fear.The morning after the jealousy, everything felt too sharp.I woke up before Rhys, still tucked against his chest, his arm heavy around my waist. For a few minutes I just lay there listening to him breathe, staring at the soft light filtering through the curtains. It should have felt safe. Instead, a slow, cold panic was building under my ribs.I had told him I was his.I had meant it in the moment. God, I had meant it. But in the quiet of morning, with his heartbeat steady under my ear and the memory of how easily jealousy had ripped through both of us, the weight of it hit me hard.This was supposed to be one night.Then it was supposed to be just sex.Now I was sleeping in his bed, wearing his shirts, and getting possessive over a man I still didn’t know how to define. And the scariest part wasn’t how much I wanted him.It was how much it would hurt when this eventually ended.I slipped out from under his arm as carefully as I could. He stirred but didn’t fully

Just one Night pt 9

Chapter 9: The Choice. Four days passed after the conversation in my apartment. True to his word, Rhys gave me space without disappearing. We still saw each other in the hallway. We still shared the elevator twice. Each time, the silence between us felt different—less like avoidance, more like something carefully held. He didn’t push. I didn’t run. It was fragile, but it was honest. On the fifth night, I was the one who knocked. It was just after nine. I had spent the entire evening pacing my apartment, replaying every moment since the rooftop bar, trying to talk myself into logic and self-protection. None of it stuck. The only thing that felt true was the ache of missing him and the quiet certainty that I didn’t want to keep living twelve feet away from someone I was half in love with while pretending I wasn’t. Rhys opened the door on the second knock. He was in a black T-shirt and dark joggers, hair slightly messy, like he’d been running his hands through it. Surprise flickered

Just one night finale

Chapter 10: More Than One Night.Two months later, the fourth floor felt different.Not because anything about the building had changed—the same brick walls, the same slightly sticky elevator buttons, the same package room that always smelled faintly of cardboard—but because *we* had. The hallway that used to feel like a careful border between two separate lives now felt like shared space. My spare key lived on Rhys’s keyring. His coffee grounds were in my kitchen cabinet. The rule about not staying over had been dead so long neither of us remembered why we’d ever made it.On a quiet Sunday morning in early fall, I woke up in his bed to the sound of rain against the windows and the low murmur of his voice from the kitchen. For a few seconds I just lay there, warm under his covers, listening. The fear that used to sit in my chest first thing in the morning was gone. In its place was something steadier.I found him at the stove, shirtless, scrambling eggs like it was the most natural

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