Objection! My ex is my roommate.

“May. Get up.” ​Mom’s voice cut through the fog of my sleep. ​I groaned and pulled the blanket tighter around myself. “Just five more minutes.” ​“There are no five more minutes.” ​The blanket was yanked from my body, and cold air immediately replaced the warmth I had been enjoying. ​I opened one eye. Mom stood beside my bed, already dressed in her faded blue uniform, her expression hard. ​“You’re still in bed while everyone else has been working for hours?” ​I sat up with a sigh. “I’m awake.” ​“You’d better be. If you miss your bus on your first day, you can forget about that scholarship.” ​I forced a smile, but my heart was already pounding. Today was the day. Prestige Law School. The top school in the country. The place that produced the best lawyers—the kind of lawyers who could tear down corrupt systems and free innocent people. People like my father, who was currently rotting in prison for a crime he never committed. ​As I pulled on my plain jeans and dark sweater, my eyes drifted to the empty space on my desk. For a split second, a sharp ache hit my chest. ​He should have been here. ​Denver Ross had promised we would walk through those gates together. He had promised to hold my hand on our first day. But that was before the framing scandal. Before everyone called me a cheater. Before he packed his bags and walked out of my life when I needed him most. ​Stop it, I scolded myself, rubbing my chest. He’s gone. You don't need him. ​My phone buzzed on the nightstand. ​Chloe: WAKE UP FUTURE LAWYER!! Today is the day! Put on your best lipstick and go claim your crown. And please, use this fresh start to find a hot rich law student and forget about Denver’s cheating, heartless ass! 💅🔥 ​I let out a small laugh, typing a quick reply. ​May: Heading out now. No men for me. Only top grades. ​Twenty minutes later, I stood in front of the massive wrought-iron gates of Prestige Law School. High walls lined with ivy rose above me, framed by spotless marble arches. ​Every student around me looked like they stepped out of a luxury magazine. Girls carried designer leather bags, and guys wore tailored blazers, chatting casually about summer homes and imported cars. ​I adjusted the heavy strap of my cheap canvas duffel bag, swallowing hard. I was a scholarship student. An outsider. But I didn't care about their wealth. I came here for one reason only: first rank. ​I walked into the administration office to grab my housing keys. ​The woman behind the desk tapped away on her computer, then looked up at me with surprise. "May Peka?" ​"Yes, ma'am." ​"You're in luck, May. A water pipe burst in the North Dormitories last night, so several standard rooms are temporarily closed. We’ve reassigned a few students to the East Wing suites." She handed me a black digital keycard. "Suite 404." ​My jaw dropped. The East Wing suites were luxury apartments usually reserved for rich seniors or trust-fund donors. ​"Really? Thank you so much!" ​I practically floated out of the office. Maybe my luck was finally changing. ​I made my way up the quiet, carpeted hallway of the East Wing and stopped in front of door 404. I tapped my keycard against the reader. The lock beeped and clicked open. ​"Hello?" I called out softly as I pushed the door open. ​No answer. ​The common living room was huge, complete with plush grey sofas, a glass coffee table, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grand courtyard. Two private bedroom doors sat on opposite sides of the room. One door was slightly open, showing an empty bed. ​I let out a breathless laugh. A luxury suite. I actually get to live here. ​I carried my bag into the open bedroom, unpackaged my single set of bedsheets, and smoothed them out over the mattress. Feeling exhausted from the early morning rush, I lay down on the soft bed, closing my eyes for just a moment. ​I must have drifted off. ​A sharp sound woke me up. ​I sat up instantly, blinking in the dimming light of late afternoon. ​From the living room, a high-pitched moan echoed through the quiet suite. ​"Ah... oh yes, right there... faster..." ​I froze, my face burning hot. ​My roommate. ​She was back, and clearly, she thought the suite was still empty. Another loud gasp rang out, followed by the wet, breathless rhythm of intimate sounds. ​My stomach churned with awkwardness. I couldn't just stay trapped in my room, but I definitely didn't want to hear this. I just need to step out, clear my throat, and let her know I'm here, I thought, rising from the bed. ​I crept toward my bedroom door and pulled it open. ​The common living room was right ahead. I expected to see a closed door across the hall. ​Instead, my eyes landed straight on the plush grey sofa in the center of the room. ​A blonde girl was sprawled out on the leather cushions, her skirt pushed up past her hips, her legs spread wide open over the armrest. Her back was arched as she let out another breathless, heavy moan, her fingers tangled in the dark hair of a man kneeling between her thighs. ​His face was buried between her legs, his broad shoulders shifting rhythmically as he ate her out. ​"Oh god, yes... don't stop..." she whined out loud. ​My heart hammered against my ribs. My throat went dry. I tried to back away quietly, but my shoe caught the edge of my bag on the floor. ​CRASH. ​My water bottle rolled across the hardwood floor, clattering loudly against the baseboard. ​The moaning stopped instantly. ​The girl gasped, snatching her skirt down in panic. "Who's there?!" ​The man between her legs froze. He slowly pulled back, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand as he sat up on his knees. ​He turned his head to look over his shoulder. Dark hair fell over his brow. His sharp jawline and deep piercing eyes were unmistakable. ​My breath caught entirely in my throat. The air left my lungs. ​"May?" he breathed out, his voice low and raspy. ​My fists clenched so hard my nails dug into my palms. ​"Denver."