All Chapters of Dorm Room Desires: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: Seeds of Doubt

SAMANTHA’S POVI stared at the gossip post for the tenth time. The photo of me smiling at Donald during our walk looked innocent, but the comments made it ugly.“Wesley already moved on?” “Scholarship girl playing both basketball boys.” “Poor Wesley, dumped for the nice guy.”My phone buzzed again.Wesley: That post is bullshit. Team stuff. Come over tonight. I need you.Donald: Ignore the rumours. I’m here if you want to talk. No pressure.I was exhausted. The board decision was tomorrow. My parents had barely spoken to me all day, packing as if it was already decided I was leaving.At 10pm, after my parents fell asleep, I slipped out again.Wesley opened the door shirtless, eyes dark. He didn’t say a word. He just pulled me inside, pushed me against the wall, and dropped to his knees.His mouth was on me instantly, devouring me like he was starving. Two fingers pushed inside while his tongue attacked my clit.“Wesley… fuck…” I moaned, gripping his hair.He made me come fast and ha

Chapter 42: The Photo That Broke Trust

SAMANTHA’S POVThe gossip page photo was still open on my phone when I woke up the next morning. Me leaving Donald’s building late at night. The caption made it look worse than it was.Wesley had seen it. I knew because he’d sent ten messages overnight.Wesley: What the fuck is this? Wesley: You went to his flat after I was inside you? Wesley: Answer me, Samantha.I didn’t reply. My parents were already up, watching me like hawks. The board decision was today. I couldn’t handle another explosion.Donald texted me at 9am.Donald: The board wants to see you at 2pm. I’ll meet you there if you want moral support.I met him outside the administration building. He looked calm and kind, as always.“You didn’t have to come,” I said.“I wanted to.” He touched my arm gently. “You’ve been through hell. Whatever the board says, I’m here.”The meeting was short but painful. Probation extended. One more mistake and my scholarship was gone. My parents sat there the whole time, nodding like they’d

Chapter 43: Shattered Trust

WESLEY’S POVThe gossip post stared back at me like a knife in the chest.Samantha entering Donald’s building late at night, the timestamp, and the implication that she stayed until morning.She slept with him.After giving me her virginity. After moaning my name while I was buried deep inside her. After telling me she was mine.I threw my phone across the room. It smashed against the wall.“Fuck!”I paced my flat, rage and pain mixing into something ugly. My chest felt like it was caving in. This wasn’t just jealousy. This was betrayal.My phone was broken, but I grabbed my spare and texted her anyway.Me: You fucked him? After everything? After you let me come inside you?No reply.I went to practice anyway. Coach took one look at me and shook his head. “Adams, you’re a mess. Sit out today. The championship game is tonight, so get your head straight or you’re watching from the bench.”I didn’t argue.SAMANTHA’S POVI woke up in Donald’s bed, his arm around me, guilt crashing over me

Chapter 44: Halftime Heartbreak

WESLEY’S POVThe championship game was a blur. I played like a demon in the first half, dunking hard, stealing balls, scoring like my life depended on it. But every time I looked up at the stands, I saw nothing but her face. Samantha. The girl who let me be her first, then went and gave herself to Donald the very next night.At halftime, I sat in the locker room, sweat dripping, chest heaving. My phone was in my bag. I shouldn’t check it.I checked it anyway.New gossip post.A photo of Samantha and Donald outside the hotel this morning. Her hand in his. The caption: “Scholarship girl officially moved on? Wesley Adams replaced by teammate Donald Brook?”The comments were brutal.I threw my phone against the locker. It shattered.Coach stormed in. “Adams! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re playing angry, not smart. Get your head in the game or you’re done!”I didn’t answer. I just stared at the broken phone screen.She really did it. She slept with him. After moaning my name. Afte

Chapter 45: Fractured Hearts

SAMANTHA’S POVI walked back to the hotel in the pouring Manchester rain, tears mixing with the water running down my face. Every step felt heavier. Wesley’s words kept echoing in my head: “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore.” The way he had fucked me— angry, desperate, almost punishing— still lingered between my legs. I was sore. Marked. Full of him. And completely broken.My phone kept buzzing in my pocket. I didn’t dare look. Mum and Dad would be waiting, furious that I had slipped out again. Donald had texted earlier offering to talk. Angelina had sent heart emojis and “babe, you okay?”I wasn’t okay.When I finally reached the hotel room, Mum opened the door before I could knock. Her eyes were red from crying. Dad sat on the bed, staring at the wall.“Where were you?” Mum asked, voice trembling. “With that boy again?”I couldn’t lie anymore. “Yes. I went to see Wesley.”Dad stood up slowly. “After everything we saw? After the videos? After we begged you to stay away?”“I lov

Chapter 46: Breaking in the Stacks

SAMANTHA’S POVThe library was almost empty at this hour. The second floor stacks, our place, felt like a graveyard of memories. I sat on the floor with my back against the shelf where Wesley had first pressed me during one of our early heated moments. My phone was off. My parents thought I was in the hotel bathroom having a long shower. Donald had texted twice offering to help with last-minute board prep. I ignored everything.I just needed silence.But silence brought the memories louder.Wesley’s hands gripping my hips last night, his deep voice growling “you’re mine” while he came inside me, and the way he looked at me in the stairwell— like I was everything and nothing all at once.And then Donald. Gentle. Safe. His quiet “are you sure?” before we crossed that line. It didn’t burn like Wesley, but it didn’t destroy me either.I hated myself.Footsteps echoed down the aisle. I didn’t look up. I already knew who it was.Wesley stopped a few feet away. His basketball hoodie was damp

Chapter 47: The Weight of Choices

SAMANTHA’S POVThe hotel room felt smaller than ever. My suitcase was open on the bed, half-packed with clothes Mum had folded with military precision. Dad sat in the armchair by the window, staring at his phone like it held all the answers. Mum paced back and forth, her heels clicking against the carpet like a countdown.“You have one hour to finish packing,” Dad said without looking up. “The flight is booked for tomorrow afternoon. We’ve already spoken to the university. They understand the family emergency.”“Emergency?” I repeated, voice cracking. “This isn’t an emergency. This is my life. My scholarship. My future.”Mum stopped pacing and turned to me, eyes red-rimmed. “Your future was supposed to be bright, Samantha. Not ruined by boys and leaked videos. We saw what that Wesley did to you. The things you let him do. The way you sounded…” She shook her head, unable to finish.I sat on the edge of the bed, phone heavy in my lap. Wesley hadn’t texted since last night’s painful good

Chapter 48: One Final Night

SAMANTHA’S POVThe hotel alarm clock glowed at 1:47 AM. Mum and Dad were both asleep, Dad snoring lightly in the armchair, Mum curled under the covers with her back to me. My suitcase sat by the door like a sentence waiting to be carried out. Saturday morning flight. Home to London. Back to safety, expectations, and the version of me who never broke the rules.I couldn’t breathe.I slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, grabbed my hoodie, and crept toward the door. My bare feet made no sound on the carpet. The second the door clicked shut behind me, I ran.Wesley’s flat was only a fifteen-minute walk, but I ran the whole way. Rain soaked through my hoodie. My heart hammered louder than the thunder.He opened the door before I could knock, like he’d been waiting. No shirt. Grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Green eyes dark with a mix of relief and pain.“You came,” he said, voice rough.I stepped inside without a word. The door slammed shut. He locked it.For a long moment we

Chapter 49: The Taxi Stand Showdown

SAMANTHA’S POVThe taxi engine hummed like a death sentence. Rain drummed on the roof. My suitcase sat in the open boot like a final period at the end of my university story. Mum had her hand on my arm, firm but trembling. Dad stood by the open door, face set like stone. Donald hovered a few steps back, holding my smaller bag, eyes full of quiet concern. And across the narrow street, Wesley stood in the rain, hood down, green eyes locked on me like I was the only thing keeping him breathing.My heart felt like it was being ripped in three different directions.“Samantha, get in the car,” Dad said, voice low and final. “This nonsense ends today. We’ve already spoken to the university. They’ve agreed to let you complete your modules remotely. Your scholarship is effectively suspended until you prove you can behave.”Mum squeezed my arm. “We love you. That’s why we’re doing this. That boy… that Wesley… he’s poison. No daughter of ours will throw away her future like this.”I looked at We

Chapter 50: Stolen Hours Before the Storm

SAMANTHA’S POVThe hotel room smelled like tension and cheap air freshener. Mum had drawn the curtains tight, as if blocking out the Manchester rain could block out the mess I’d made of my life. Dad sat at the small desk, typing angrily on his laptop, probably emailing the university again. Mum folded the last of my clothes into the suitcase with sharp, deliberate movements, like each shirt was a sin she was trying to bury.“You will apologize in writing to the board tomorrow,” Mum said without looking at me. “A full, sincere apology. No mention of that boy. Then we leave on the afternoon flight. Your father has already arranged everything with your lecturers for remote completion.”I sat cross-legged on the bed, phone hidden under my thigh. Wesley had texted three times in the last hour.Wesley: I can’t stop tasting you. Come to me tonight. Wesley: Your parents don’t get to decide who you fuck. Wesley: I need to be inside you again before they try to take you away.My body clenched

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