All Chapters of More Than a Campus Fling: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The restroom door clicked shut behind me, the sound muffled by the heavy corridor walls.Walking down the narrow hallway, I stepped back into the vast open space of the library’s third floor, into aisles of towering bookshelves. I moved through the rows, slipping past occupied and empty reading tables, my rubber-soled shoes silent against the polished floor.Reaching our table, I slid back into my wooden seat. Mary’s gaze flickered up from her notebook, her eyes tracking my movement for a brief second before she plunged back into her work.I opened my laptop, pulling up my digital study materials right where I had left off, my eyes locking onto the glowing screen.Not long after, a heavy shadow stretched across the glossy wood of the table.Someone was approaching.My eyes flickered toward the figure, then snapped right back to my screen. In a tenth of a second, I leaned closer to Mary."Psst," I called silently, trying to catch her attention without making a sound.Her head lifted fr

Moments later, the soft electronic chime of the ride-share notification vibrated against my cupped right palm, pulling my eyes downward.I held the phone over my lap, the screen illuminating my pale face in the dim library waiting room.Your driver has arrived.A hollow, heavy breath escaped me.It did absolutely nothing to ease the sharp, aching knot tightening deep in my lower belly.The very last thread of hope— the fragile delusion that maybe, just maybe, my car would be recovered before I had to leave— evaporated into thin air.I pushed myself up from the plastic chair.At the sudden movement, the eyes of the two campus security officers seated across the room flickered sharply toward me.My gaze shifted between them."I'm leaving. I have to go home."The first officer gave a solemn nod.The second leaned forward, hands resting on his knees."I know you're stressed, but the school is doing everything we can to recover your vehicle as we speak and bring the thief to justice. I’ll

I rolled from my back onto my side, eyes slowly parting open as my hand reached for the phone beside me on the bed. My room was still dim at 6 a.m., faint dawn light barely touching the windows. I tapped the screen awake. The glow lit up my face. I squinted, heart lifting with fragile hope as I scrolled through notifications, inboxes, the school’s social pages, news apps— anything that might say my car had been found. Nothing. No messages. No updates. Just silence. I dropped the phone onto the mattress with a soft thud and rolled onto my back, staring blankly at the ceiling. My chest rose and fell slowly beneath the blanket. For a few seconds I just breathed in the quiet, eyes tracing the faint shadows above. A quiet breath escaped me. How do I tell Tony? The thought spiraled, tightening my stomach. I shut my eyes briefly, then opened them again with another sigh. Pushing the blanket off, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rose to my feet. I padded quietly to Liam’s crib.

I remained standing entirely alone in the empty hallway, the crushing weight of what had happened pinning my feet to the floor. --- TONY After Returning to His Room Tony strode into the master bedroom, his face a mask of simmering tension, and sat heavily on the edge of the king-sized bed. Lily closed the heavy door behind herself, her eyes locked on his rigid posture. She walked over with a slow, deliberate grace, settling on the mattress right beside him. "Is that all you'll say?" Lily began, turning her head to study him. Tony raised his gaze from his lap, turning his head toward her. Their eyes met, and he slowly raised a single eyebrow. "Is that all you'll say?" Lily repeated, her voice dripping with an intense, quiet gravity as they locked eyes. "I overheard your conversation out there." Tony shook his head softly, his gaze shifting away from her to stare blankly across the room. "What would you have me do?" "I don't know. Maybe more," Lily spoke again, reaching ou

Moments later, the black McLaren turned sharply off the main road, its low nose sweeping into the long, paved driveway of Marcus’s flat off campus.The engine hummed with a deep, mechanical growl as Tony steered the supercar to a smooth halt behind Jerry’s Chevrolet Corvette and Marcus’s sleek Audi R8.Tony killed the ignition.Then reached down to the center console cup holder, he picked his phone and wallet, and pressed the door release. The dihedral wing door lifted smoothly into the air.Tony swung his legs out, lowering his feet to the pavement, and stood up, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the late afternoon light.With a casual downward pull, he brought the wing door shut with a solid, pressurized thud, clicking the lock button on his key fob without looking back.The McLaren beeped, its mirrors folding inward.Tony turned toward the front porch, his footsteps light but entirely confident as he navigated the tight space between the three high-performance vehic