All Chapters of Dorm Room Desires: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SAMANTHA’S POVThe silence in the room was suffocating. Dad stood there like a wall, Mum beside him with her arms crossed, both staring at me like I was a stranger. Wesley’s arm was still around my shoulders, warm and possessive. Donald lingered in the doorway, papers in hand, looking like he wanted to disappear but wouldn’t leave me.“I said we’re packing your things,” Dad repeated, voice low and final. “This university experiment is over.”Mum nodded. “You will come home, finish your degree remotely if needed, and forget about these boys. Especially this one.” She pointed at Wesley.Wesley’s grip tightened on me. “With respect, sir, ma’am, Samantha is an adult. She’s worked harder than anyone I know. Running away won’t fix the rumours. Staying and fighting will.”Dad’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t get to speak. You recorded my daughter in compromising positions and let it spread.”“It wasn’t him,” I said quickly, stepping forward. “It was another girl. Jealousy. I’m handling it.”Donal

SAMANTHA’S POV“Get in the car, Samantha.”Dad held the taxi door open outside the hotel, suitcase already in the boot. Mum stood beside him, arms crossed, eyes hard.“I’m not leaving,” I said, voice shaking but firm. “The board decides on Friday. I have to be here.”Wesley stood a few feet away, hands clenched at his sides. Donald lingered near the hotel entrance, giving me space but ready to step in if needed.Mum stepped closer. “This boy has poisoned your mind. Look at you looking flushed and disobedient. We raised you better than this.”Wesley moved forward. “She’s not a child. She’s brilliant and she’s mine.”Dad turned on him. “Yours? You took her virginity and filmed it for the world to see!”“We didn’t film anything,” Wesley shot back. “That was someone else trying to destroy her.”I stepped between them. “Stop! All of you. I’m staying until Friday. That’s final.”Mum’s eyes filled with disappointment. “Then we stay too. And you will not see him again until this is resolved.”

SAMANTHA’S POVThe hotel room felt suffocating. Mum and Dad sat on one bed, staring at me like I was a criminal on trial. Donald had left after walking me back, giving me a sad but supportive smile.“You will not see that boy again,” Dad repeated for the tenth time. “Not until we leave on Sunday.”Mum held her phone like a weapon. “That video… the things you said… the things he did to you. We did not raise you like this, Samantha.”I sat on the other bed, knees pulled to my chest. “I know. But I’m not a little girl anymore. I made my choice. And right now I need to focus on the board meeting on Friday.”A soft knock sounded on the door. Mum opened it. Angelina stood there with a bag of snacks.“I brought reinforcements,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “And maybe some girl talk time?”Mum reluctantly let her in. Angelina sat beside me and squeezed my hand.My phone vibrated under my pillow. I checked it discreetly.Wesley: I’m outside the hotel. Room number? I need to see you. I

SAMANTHA’S POVThe hotel room was dead silent except for the sound of my parents packing. Mum folded my clothes with sharp, angry movements. Dad stared out the window, refusing to look at me.“You will not see him again,” Mum said for the hundredth time. “Not today. Not tomorrow. We are leaving for the airport on Saturday morning after the board decision.”I sat on the bed, staring at my phone. No messages from Wesley since last night. Just the memory of him inside me, deep and possessive, telling me I was his.A knock sounded. Donald.He stepped in when Mum opened the door, holding coffee and notes. “Good morning. I brought breakfast and the latest board guidelines. We can prepare your final statement together.”Mum actually smiled at him. “Thank you, Donald. You’re a good influence.”I took the coffee but couldn’t meet his eyes. The guilt was eating me alive. Last night I had let Wesley fuck me while my parents were looking for me.My phone finally buzzed.Wesley: I can’t stop think

SAMANTHA’S POVI slipped back into the hotel room at 3am, legs trembling, Wesley’s cum still inside me. Mum and Dad were still asleep, but the guilt felt heavier than ever.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.Wesley: You feel so fucking good when you sneak out for me. Come again tomorrow night. I’m not done claiming you.I squeezed my thighs together, sore but aching for more. Even after everything, the board’s warning, my parents’ threats, the scholarship hanging by a thread, I kept going back to him.The next morning was tense. Mum and Dad watched my every move. Donald came by again with more notes for the final board review on Friday.“You look tired,” Donald said gently as we sat in the hotel lobby. “If you need a break from all this pressure, I can take you for a quiet walk. No expectations. Just fresh air.”Mum smiled at him. “That sounds perfect. Go with Donald, Samantha. He’s good for you.”I glanced at my phone. Wesley had sent three messages already.Wesley: Miss your tight p