All Chapters of Dorm Room Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: Confused

“You actually showed up,” Wesley said the second I stepped into study room B3 the next afternoon. He leaned back in his chair, that cocky grin spreading across his face as his green eyes raked over me.I dropped my bag on the table harder than necessary. “Don’t start. We’re here for the project. Thirty-five percent, remember?”Mia and Jordan were already there, scrolling through their phones. Donald sat across from where I usually picked a seat, organizing some printouts. He looked up and gave me that warm smile.“Hey Samantha. Glad you made it. I added a few more references last night after I left your place.”Wesley’s eyes narrowed at that. “You were at her place last night?”Donald shrugged, keeping his voice even. “Just dropped off some notes. No big deal.”I sat down quickly between them, pulling out my notebook. “Can we focus please? The fast fashion case study. We need to divide the sections properly.”Wesley stretched his long legs under the table until his foot brushed mine.

Chapter 12: Fingers and Forbidden Texts

“Tell him to back off, Samantha,” Wesley growled, his fingers still buried deep inside me, curling slowly as he stared at my phone screen. “You’re right here with me. Wet. Moaning. Not running to Donald.”I gripped his shoulders tighter, my hips rocking against his hand even as guilt twisted in my stomach. “Wesley, stop. He’s offering to come get me. This is getting out of hand.”His thumb circled my clit, sending sparks shooting through me. “Out of hand? Baby, you’re dripping down my fingers. You don’t want him coming here. You want this.”I bit my lip hard to hold back a moan. My phone buzzed again in my other hand. Donald’s name lit up the screen.Donald: Samantha? You there? I can be at his flat in ten minutes if you need an out.“Fuck,” I whispered, trying to focus through the pleasure. Wesley’s green eyes locked on mine, challenging me. His free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple just right.“Answer him,” Wesley said, voice low and rough. He pumped his fingers faster.

Chapter 13: Waiting Games and Guilty Fingers

“What should I say to him, Wesley? I don't want him thinking otherwise,” I stared at my phone, thighs still trembling from the last orgasm as I sat half-dressed on his couch. Donald’s message glowed on the screen, and Angelina’s follow-up made my stomach twist tighter.Wesley leaned in closer, his hand sliding back between my legs, fingers teasing my slick folds again. “Tell Donald you’re staying here. That we’re still working. Or better yet, tell him the truth. That my fingers are inside you right now and you’re dripping all over them.”“Stop,” I hissed, but my legs parted anyway, letting him push one finger back in slowly. I gasped, gripping his wrist. “You can’t keep doing this. He’s waiting at the hostel. Angelina says he won’t leave.”“Then let him wait.” Wesley curled his finger, hitting that spot that made my breath catch. “Type the message, Samantha. Say you’re fine. Say you’ll see him tomorrow. Then spread your legs wider so I can taste you again.”My fingers shook as I typed

Chapter 14: Man to Man

WESLEY’S POVDonald’s text stared back at me as I stood in my flat, still smelling Samantha on my fingers.Donald: We need to talk about Samantha. Tomorrow morning, sports centre, before practice. Just us.“Fuck,” I muttered, tossing my phone onto the couch.I ran a hand through my hair and paced the small living room. She had just left, lips swollen from my kisses, neck marked where I sucked too hard. And now Mr Perfect wanted a little chat as if he had any claim on her.My phone buzzed again. Samantha.Samantha: Angie told me about your text with Donald. Please don’t fight. This is already messy enough.I typed back fast.Me: He started it. I’ll handle it. You just think about how you came on my tongue tonight.I watched the typing dots appear and disappear a few times before her reply came.Samantha: Wesley… be careful. I have a presentation to worry about. And my scholarship. Don’t make this worse.I smirked even though irritation burned in my chest. She was worried about me. Good

Chapter 15: Texts That Bur

SAMANTHA’S POVMy phone buzzed in my bag right as I tried to focus on my postcolonial lit notes in the library. I pulled it out under the table, heart already racing before I even read it.Wesley: We talked. He wants you. I want you. The difference is I already had you shaking and moaning my name last night. Meet me after your last class. My flat. We need to finish what we started.Heat flooded my face. I squeezed my thighs together under the desk, remembering his tongue, his fingers, the way I came so hard I nearly forgot my own name. But Donald’s worried face from last night kept flashing in my head too.“Everything okay?” Donald’s voice made me jump. He slid into the seat across from me, setting down two coffees. “You look stressed. Brought you a latte again.”I locked my phone quickly and forced a smile. “Thanks, Donald. You really don’t have to keep doing this.”He shrugged, hazel eyes warm. “I want to. Especially after last night. Wesley didn’t… push you too hard, did he?

Chapter 16: Caught Between Doors

The knock came hard and fast. Three sharp raps that made me jump off Wesley’s bed like I’d been burned.“Shit, that’s him,” I whispered, yanking my hoodie down and scrambling for my jeans. My thighs were still sticky, my heart pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears.Wesley didn’t move fast. He just zipped up his jeans slowly, that cocky smirk already back on his face. “Let him knock. Or better still, let him in.”Another knock. Louder this time.“Samantha? You in there? It’s Donald. I saw you come this way and I’m worried about the project stress. Open up, man. We need to talk.”I froze with one leg in my jeans. “Wesley, please. Don’t make this worse. I can’t have him seeing me like this.”Wesley stepped close, voice low. “Like what? Freshly fucked by my tongue? Relaxed for once instead of wound up like you’re about to snap?”“Wesley!” I hissed, buttoning my jeans fast. My cheeks burned. I could still feel where his mouth had been.Donald knocked again. “Come on. Angelina told me

Chapter 17: Whispers in the Rain

Donald caught my arm gently just outside Wesley’s building, rain starting to fall harder around us. “Samantha, slow down. You’re shaking. Talk to me.”I pulled away, clutching my bag tighter. “I can’t right now, Donald. That text… someone saw me leaving his flat. They know. And my mum just messaged about grades. Everything’s piling up.”He stepped closer, shielding me a bit with his jacket. “Who sent that? Let me see.” His hazel eyes looked genuinely worried as he read the unknown number message. “This is getting ugly. People on campus love drama, especially when it involves Wesley Adams and the basketball team.”I wiped rain from my face. “I need to get back to the hostel. Call my parents. Finish that essay tonight or I’m screwed.”Donald walked beside me, matching my pace. “I’ll help. We can sit in the common room. No pressure, just structure your arguments like we did for the project. You’re too good to let this slip because of him.”My phone buzzed again before I could answer. It

Chapter 18: Midnight Stacks

“I’m going,” I said, grabbing my hoodie from Wesley’s couch. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I read the text again. “If this person knows what we did here, they could ruin everything. My scholarship, the presentation tomorrow, and my family finding out. I have to meet them.”Wesley stepped in front of the door, arms crossed, green eyes flashing. “Like hell you are. It’s a trap, Samantha. Some jealous girl or whoever is trying to get you alone at midnight. Stay here. We’ll deal with it together in the morning.”I zipped up my hoodie fast. “You don’t get it. This isn’t your scholarship on the line. My parents called twice today already. If word spreads that I’m sleeping around instead of studying, I’m done. I’m going. Alone, like they said.”He caught my wrist, pulling me close. “Then I’m coming with you. Don’t worry… I will hide. No way I’m letting you walk into that library by yourself.”I yanked my arm free. “No. They said come alone. If they see you, they might send the texts ever

Chapter 19: Group Chat Inferno

“Wesley, my phone won’t stop!” I stared at the screen as notifications flooded in. The group chat. Personal messages. Even a call from Mia. Rain soaked us both as we stood frozen on the path.Wesley grabbed my phone, jaw tight. “Let me see.” He scrolled fast. “Fuck. Lisa sent a blurry photo of you leaving my flat. Caption says ‘Scholarship girl getting private tutoring.’”I snatched it back, heart hammering. “This is bad. The presentation is tomorrow afternoon. If the professor sees this…”My phone rang. Donald. I answered on speaker, voice shaky. “Donald?”“Samantha, what the hell is going on?” Donald’s voice came through, tight with worry. “The group chat is exploding. People are saying you and Wesley… Is it true? Did she catch you two together?”Wesley stepped closer, voice low. “Tell him the truth.”I shot him a glare. “Donald, it’s complicated. Lisa’s blackmailing me. She has voice notes from Wesley’s flat. She wants me to stop seeing him or she sends everything to everyone.”Don

Chapter 20: Voices That Echo

The audio clip played on repeat in my head even after I turned my phone off. My own voice moaning Wesley’s name and begging. The comments under the campus gossip post kept flashing behind my eyes— “scholarship slut,” “Wesley’s new toy,” “wait till her parents see this.”Then a loud knock hit our door.“Samantha! Open up!” Wesley’s deep voice boomed from the hallway.Angelina looked at me, eyes wide. “You want me to let them in or tell them to fuck off?”Before I could answer, another knock came, softer this time.“Samantha, it’s Donald. I’m here too. Let us in. We need to talk about tomorrow.”I buried my face in my hands. “Let them both in. Might as well face it.”Angelina opened the door. Wesley stormed in first, rain dripping from his dark hair, green eyes scanning the room until they landed on me. Donald followed, looking calm but tense, with a laptop bag over his shoulder.“Play the clip again,” Wesley demanded. “I want to hear exactly what that bitch sent.”“No,” I snapped, stan

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