Alle Kapitel von Addicted to my Stepbrother : Kapitel 131 – Kapitel 140

CHAPTER 131 JULIAN They wanted the beginning so I gave them the beginning, and I kept my eyes on my mother because looking at Dante made my voice go flat in a way I couldn’t hide. I told them about the fake evaluation and the group chats and Damien laughing in the quad like my name was a punchline, and Enzo stood at the sink with his split knuckles and filled in the part where he pulled Damien off the path. My mother kept saying oh God under her breath. Dante listened like he was already writing a phone call in his head. “So he provoked you,” Dante said. “He was talking shit about Julian in front of half the campus,” Enzo said. “Yes.” “And you hit him on camera.” “Yes.” I finally looked at Dante and I didn’t soften it. “You don’t get to stand in this kitchen and tidy it up like it’s one of your problems to manage.” My mother turned. “Julian.” “What? He asked for the beginning. That’s the beginning. Damien ran his mouth. Enzo lost it. Now it’s a video. That’s all.” Dante’s jaw

JULIANTwo days after the ban I was at the table before the sun was properly up, laptop open, Julian still asleep down the hall, and Vikram’s email was already waiting when I unlocked the screen. I read it once and then again because the first pass was not something I wanted sitting in my head without checking the names.The man who grabbed Julian in the alley had been paid through a short-lived account that brushed the Cross family office. Reese was only named as the student who first passed Damien the fake evaluation screenshot. That was the whole brief. Partial. Rest later. I closed the laptop and left it under the post so it would not be the first thing Julian saw if he walked in, and I sat there with my taped hand on the table listening to him breathe in the other room and telling myself I was going to wait for the rest of the file.I did not wait.In the morning I left before he woke, wrote quick run on the pad by the kettle, and drove to Damien’s building while the campus was s

ENZOTwo days later I took the call on the balcony because the apartment was quiet and I figured Julian was still in the bathroom. I was still on the line asking about my dad and about his when I heard him behind me. I turned around and he was standing in the doorway with wet hair, listening.I hung up.He came inside. I followed him in and shut the balcony door.“Who was that?” he said.“Work.”“Don’t do that. I heard the names. I heard you ask about your dad. I heard you ask about mine. How long have you been doing this?”“A few weeks.”He stared at me like he needed the number said twice before it would land.“A few weeks,” he said. “You’ve been paying someone to look into this for a few weeks and you didn’t tell me you found out.”“Found out what, Julian? That you think my dad murdered yours? I wouldn’t even have known you thought that if I hadn’t opened your drawer. So tell me why you’re this pissed at me when you never said a word either.”“Because you found it and you still sai

ENZOMarcus and Theo showed up without asking, which was how they always showed up, and I opened the door because if I didn’t they would keep knocking until the neighbour started something.“Jesus,” Marcus said, walking straight in. “You look like you lost a fight with your own furniture.”Theo held up a bag. “We brought beer. And those crisps you pretend you don’t eat. Move.”“I’m fine.”“That’s cute,” Marcus said. “Sit down. You’ve been a ghost for two days. People are starting to write poetry about it.”“What people?”“Us,” Theo said. “We’re people. Sit.”I sat because they were already in the kitchen, already opening cupboards like they lived here, and Marcus leaned against the counter and looked at me properly.“Alright. What’s going on with you?”“Nothing.”“Don’t do that. You’ve been walking around like someone unplugged you. Is it Damien? Because if it’s Damien, I swear to God, Enzo, that boy is not worth this face.”Theo cracked a can and slid it toward me. “He’s banned you,

JULIANI woke up early and left him in the bed on purpose, because if I stayed I was going to start the morning the same way we had ended the night, and I actually wanted coffee first. I was still sore in a way that made me smile at the kettle like an idiot when his arms came around me from behind and his mouth landed on my shoulder.“You’re up,” he muttered.“Someone has to make this. You just lie there looking loved.”He laughed into my neck. “I do love you.”I turned in his arms and kissed him, and it started soft and then it didn’t, because he had that morning voice and his hands were already under my shirt. He lifted me onto the counter like it was nothing and stood between my knees and kissed me until I forgot the coffee.“Enzo.”“What?”“The kettle.”“It can wait.”He dropped to his knees on the kitchen tile, pulled me forward, and spread me open before I could argue. I grabbed the edge of the counter and swore when his mouth found me, wet and deliberate, eating me out like we