All Chapters of WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sara’s POVHe strolled in like he was walking a red carpet. His bag slung lazily over one shoulder, that confident smirk on his face, and his messy black hair falling perfectly over his forehead like it had been styled by the wind itself. He didn’t even look guilty for being late. Of course he didn’t.The teacher barely glanced up. “Ah, Mr. King,” she said, smiling faintly. “Take a seat.”That was it. No scolding. No lecture about punctuality. Nothing.I stared in disbelief. If I had walked in late, she would’ve made me explain myself in front of the entire class. But Archer? He got a free pass—as always.He looked around the room, searching for a seat. There were at least three empty ones, all not near me. So when his eyes found mine, my stomach dropped.Please no. Please not here.I tried to glare at him, hoping he’d get the message. But instead, that infuriating smirk stretched wider across his face, like he’d just found his favorite seat in the house.He walked right toward me, sl

Sara’s POVThe second the door clicked shut behind him, the atmosphere shifted. It felt… different. Heavier. I looked up slightly, and that’s when I saw Roman leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, that careless grin on his face. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette box, shaking it lightly.“Anyone?” he asked, his voice lazy.Leo grinned, reaching out to take one before tossing the box toward Archer. I didn’t mean to look—but I did.Archer caught it with one hand, smooth and confident, like he’d done it a hundred times before. He took out a cigarette and slid it between his lips. Then he pulled a lighter from his pocket, flipped it open, and lit up. The tiny flame flickered across his face, making his jawline glow for a moment before he blew out a slow, smoky breath.My eyes widened.He smoked.Somehow, I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was that kind of guy—trouble wrapped up in a perfect smile and messy hair. Still, watching him do it made something tighten i

Sara’s POVI adjusted the strap of my bag and shook my head. “No. I said no.”He sighed softly, like he wasn’t used to people saying that to him. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”“Yeah, I’ve heard,” I said, starting to walk again.He didn’t leave. The sound of his motorcycle followed beside me as he rolled it slowly forward, matching my pace.I glanced at him, annoyed. “Are you seriously following me?”He grinned. “Not following. Escorting. Big difference.”“Go home, Archer.”“Can’t. My house is in the same direction as yours,” he said, smirking. “You know—King Estate?”I glared at him. “Yeah, how could I forget? My mom spends half her life there.”He laughed lightly. “She’s good at what she does. My mom loves her.”That softened me for just a second. “Yeah, well… she works hard,” I said quietly.He nodded. “She does. You both do.” His tone changed a little then—less teasing, more serious. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone. You should let me drive yo

Sara’s POVI turned to see Mrs. Li walking toward me. She was a small woman in her fifties, dressed neatly in a black-and-white uniform. Her expression was calm but strict, like someone who never let anything slip past her.“Yes, ma’am,” I said, straightening up.“I’m Mrs. Li, the head housekeeper,” she said. “Your mother told me you’d be helping while she’s away. I’ll show you to your quarters.”I nodded quickly and followed her through another hallway, quieter and narrower than the main one. The walls here weren’t lined with paintings or flowers—just simple lamps and soft carpet underfoot. It smelled faintly of cleaning supplies and freshly baked bread.We stopped at a wooden door near the end of the corridor. Mrs. Li opened it and stepped aside so I could see inside.“This will be your room,” she said.I stepped in and couldn’t help my surprise. The room was beautiful—small but cozy, with a soft bed neatly made with white sheets, a wooden desk, and a wardrobe. A small window let in

Sara’s POVHe was sitting on the bed now, the breakfast tray balanced on his lap. His dark hair was still slightly messy from sleep, and the sunlight streaming through the curtains made his skin glow faintly golden. My gaze slipped down his chest before I could stop myself — broad shoulders, sculpted abs. I quickly looked away, but it was too late. My cheeks were already burning.He looked up at me then, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “Come here,” he said.It wasn’t just what he said — it was how he said it. His voice was low, quiet, but filled with authority, like he expected me to obey. And what scared me was… part of me wanted to.I blinked, unsure why my body reacted the way it did. My chest tightened. My stomach fluttered. My palms felt hot, and for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe properly. But before I could think too hard about it, my feet were already moving, one slow step after another, until I was standing right in front of him.He looked up at me with that smug