All Chapters of Dorm Room Desires: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SAMANTHA’S POVMy eyes snapped open to the sound of urgent knocking. I grabbed my phone— 8:15am. Wesley’s texts lit up the screen.Wesley: Meeting moved to 9am. I’m almost at your building. Get ready.Donald: I’m outside with coffee. We need to head over soon.I sat up fast, heart already racing. Angelina groaned from her bed. “Babe, it’s too early for this chaos.”“I have to face the ethics board in less than an hour,” I said, rushing to throw on clean clothes. My hands shook as I brushed my curls back into a neat ponytail. “With both of them showing up.”I yanked on my oversized hoodie and jeans, the same ones Wesley had pulled off me last night. The memory made my face burn. How was I supposed to sit in front of professors and explain an explicit audio leak?The knocking continued. I opened the door. Donald stood there first, holding two coffees, looking fresh and composed in his smart casual shirt.“Morning,” he said softly. “Figured you’d need this. Strong latte, no sugar.”Befor

SAMANTHA’S POVProfessor Hargrove’s office door slammed shut behind us. The sound echoed like a judge’s gavel.“Sit. All of you,” he ordered, pointing at the three chairs in front of his cluttered desk. His face was red with irritation.I sat in the middle, legs trembling. Wesley took the seat on my right, his hand immediately finding my thigh under the desk and squeezing. Donald sat on my left, back straight, looking every bit the responsible student.The professor leaned forward. “Miss Williams, this situation has gone far beyond a simple leak. We now have threats of more explicit material being released during an academic presentation. This is serious. Your scholarship is under review as we speak.”My throat tightened. “Professor, please. It was private. Someone is targeting me because of personal jealousy. I’ve worked too hard for this.”Wesley jumped in, voice deep and confident. “This is harassment, sir. Samantha didn’t do anything wrong. She’s the best student in the group. You

SAMANTHA’S POVI walked away from Wesley’s flat with my legs still shaky and my mind spinning. The rain had eased into a light mist, but it did nothing to cool the heat still burning under my skin. His scent clung to my hoodie. The memory of his mouth, his cock sliding against me, his groans… it all made me feel weak.My phone kept buzzing.Lisa: Clock’s ticking. 9am tomorrow. Break his heart or lose everything.Donald: I’m in the library if you want to prepare. No pressure.Angelina: Babe, come back to the room. I ignored all of them and kept walking, but my feet had a mind of their own. Ten minutes later I found myself standing outside Wesley’s door again.He opened it before I even knocked, like he knew I’d come back.“You couldn’t stay away,” he said, voice low and rough. That cocky smirk was there, but his green eyes looked relieved.“Shut up,” I muttered, pushing past him inside. “This doesn’t mean anything. I just… I can’t be alone right now.”He closed the door and locked it.

SAMANTHA’S POVI stared at the locked study room door, tears still streaming down my face. My phone wouldn’t stop lighting up on the table.Another knock came, harder this time.“Samantha, open the door,” Wesley called, his voice rough. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”Donald’s calmer voice followed. “We’re both worried. Please let us in.”I wiped my eyes and unlocked the door. They both stepped inside quickly. Wesley closed the door behind them and locked it again.The small room suddenly felt way too crowded.“I don’t know what to say to either of you,” I whispered, sitting on the edge of the table. “My life is ruined. The video is everywhere. My scholarship is probably gone. My parents want me home, and you two are still fighting over me like this is some game.”Wesley moved first, standing right in front of me. “It’s not a game… not anymore.” He cupped my face, thumbs wiping my tears. “I’m sorry about the video. I’m sorry about Lisa. But I’m not sorry about us.”Donald stoo

SAMANTHA’S POVThe knock came again. Harder. “Samantha? It’s Donald. I know you’re in there. Your parents emailed the university office. They’re arriving tomorrow morning.”I froze with my hand on the doorknob, heart slamming against my ribs. Wesley was still naked on my bed, cock hard, green eyes locked on me with pure need.“Tell him to fuck off,” Wesley whispered, voice low and rough. He reached for me, pulling me back toward the bed. “You were about to say yes. Don’t let him ruin this moment.”I yanked my hand away from the door. “Donald, give me a minute!”Wesley stood up, towering over me, completely unashamed. “You don’t need a minute. You need me inside you. Right now. Before your parents get here and try to take you away.”His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body. His hard cock pressed against my stomach. I was still soaked from his mouth, aching for more.“Wesley… my parents are coming,” I whispered, but my hands betrayed me, sliding down his chest.“I k