All Chapters of The Billionaire's Campus Crush: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Tamara's POV: I had never felt this way before; everything seemed so new, but I wanted it. The way his hands moved slowly, exploring my body, there was this longing that came with it. I knew this was going to get deeper. I knew because I had seen this in some movies I watched, like the full series of *After*, and my subconscious mind knew this was going to lead to something deeper, but I couldn't stop. Every touch elicited a series of involuntary moans from me. I really wanted this feeling to continue. "Tamara," he whispered, his voice husky. He had never spoken to me in this voice before; it sounded like a casted spell. I couldn't reply; my body wanted more. The heat I felt underneath was too intense. Instead, I pulled him back into another searing kiss. Our breaths mingled, and the room seemed to heat up with the intensity of our connection. His fingers brushed against my thigh, eliciting another soft moan from me. He slowly withdrew from the kiss, leaned down, and kissed my ne

Jesse's POV:Tamara's eyes widened, and I saw an hint of hurt flash across her face before she quickly masked it with a neutral expression. Dad's gaze shifted between Christina and me, his brows raised in disappointment.The tension in the room was consuming, and I felt a rush of guilt and panic. Christina quickly stood up, stepping away clearly not looking suprised and nonchalant.“Jesse, what's going on here?” Dad's voice was stern, cutting through the silence.I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I glanced at Tamara, whose eyes were now fixed on the floor, her shoulders tense.The room seemed to shit down on me as I tried to make sense of the situation, my heart racing. How had things spiraled so quickly? And what was I supposed to do now? I asked inwardly, staring at Trevor, who was standing behind Dad with a confused expression.“And you, what are you still doing here?” Dad asked, his question directed at Christina, who stood there with a nonchalant look.Dad had

Tamara's POV I was doing my thing at home that evening when I heard a knock on my door. Wondering who it might be, I peeped through the peephole. I wasn't ready for a scenario where it would be Jesse's father again, but to my surprise, it was Jesse. “What the fuck does Jesse want again?” I muttered to myself, feeling a sting of annoyance and curiosity. I wasn't going to open the door for him, but as he knocked, I couldn't help the pull of wanting to open it. No, I had made myself clear that I no longer wanted this relationship agreement. The last thing I needed was another incident of us kissing or something worse happening.I decided I was going to ignore him, ignore him totally, even at school. After several minutes of knocking, he finally left. Later that night, there was a notification on my phone. Only to see a message from Jesse. “Really? Has it gotten to the extent of him texting me?” I smirked after seeing the message. I wasn't going to reply.The next morning, I dressed up

Tamara's POV: “Yes, Tamara, please have a seat. Let's get started,” he replied. I let out a smirk before sitting down on the chair opposite him, my movements deliberately slow and measured, letting him know I wasn’t happy to be here . Just as I sat down, he passed a drink and a hamburger to me over the table. I stared at it, my eyebrow arching. What does Jesse even take me for a food monger? I came here because he asked me to come for private tutoring. If he weren't my lecturer, I swear I would have done something I might regret. Trying to keep my calm, I said, “I never mentioned that I was hungry, Professor Jesse, and I'm only here because you asked me to. Don't try to bring any formality into it.” I pushed the drink and hamburger back to him, my hand trembling slightly with irritation. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Why do I feel like you should be grateful that I'm trying to help you? And for that," he said, pointing at the drink and hamburger, “it isn't a formality. That's ho

Jesse's POV “Yes,” she replied. A pause, then more words appeared on my screen. “You are the heir of the almighty Carter family. I don't know, but I feel scared. You are a potential bachelor to many, and I don't think I can match your standard. I'm just a poor girl trying to support her family. I don't know, but I'm so scared.” I read her message and felt a wave of frustration. How could she not see that she was more than enough? I typed quickly, hoping my words could bridge the gap between us. “If I wasn't from the Carter family, if I wasn't the heir, if all these things were out of the way, would you have said yes?” I waited, my heart pounding. The silence was unbearable. Then, finally, her message arrived. “Yes.” Relief flooded through me. “Then if you can love me when I am not the heir of the Carter family, then I promise you that you can love me more with the knowledge that I am a member of the Carter family. And I am only a potential bachelor to you, just you, my Angel” I wro