Derek's point of view:I revved my motorbike as I pulled up in front of Meg's house. It was a modest bungalow with a white picket fence and a well-manicured lawn. I pulled off my helmet and shook my hair loose in the air, feeling the wind blowing against my face. I saw Meg's figure poking through the window, waving and smiling at me. "You came," she said, looking happy like a kid on Christmas. "Hold up. I'm heading down right now." I made a tch sound. I wasn't thrilled to be here, but I had to do it. I owed her this date. I waited as she opened the door. Meg wore a pair of denim shorts and a white crop top, with no bra. Her light makeup elevated her pretty face, and she looked good enough to eat. She pressed a button, and the garage door opened automatically. "You can keep your bike in here. It's safer inside." I drove my bike into the garage and parked it. As I came out, Meg was standing in front of me, and the sexual tension between us was palpable. She curved her lips a
Ronnie's point of view:I stepped inside the room, my hands studying the map on my phone. I was sure I was at the right place. This was definitely Meg's home. I hoped I wasn't prying on Meg. I shouldn't be invading, but the door was left unlocked and I couldn't help but walk right in."Hello, Meg. Are you home?" I called out.Meg came out of her bedroom, wearing a blue robe. She nervously laughed as she approached me. "Heya, what a big surprise this is, Ronnie. What're you doing here?" she asked, her arms opened for a hug."Well, what a way to greet a friend," I replied, relieved to see her.Meg hugged me, laughing. "Sorry, it's just I wasn't expecting you, and I never told you where I lived.""I thought I might surprise you," I said. "I searched your home address from the student's profile and tracked you down here."I sniffed as I stared at Meg for a long time. "Your mouth smells quite funny, Meg," I said. "What did you drink?"Meg stiffened then smiled. "I don't know what you'r
Derek's point of view:How the hell did it come to this? I asked myself, as I lay under Meg's bed, listening to the soft sounds from above. The situation was getting out of hand, and I knew I had to act fast."They're sleeping," I said to myself, thinking this was my chance. But then a hand fell from the bed, creeping towards me, and I stiffened. Suddenly, I heard Meg's voice, and I breathed a sigh of relief."She's sleeping," Meg said in low whispers, and the tension in the room dissipated. The thunderstorm had stopped, and a sense of calm had returned to the room.Slowly, I got out from under the bed and stood up, taking in the scene before me. Meg was lying on the bed with Ronnie's head resting on her chest. Ronnie looked calm and quiet, fast asleep and wouldn't be awake until morning.I watched as Meg carefully held Ronnie's head in place as she slipped out of the bed. She stood before me and motioned me to follow her out of the room.I took one long last look at Ronnie, th
Ronnie's point of view:I didn't sleep for the rest of that night. I lay there, pretending to be asleep when Meg sneaked back into our shared bed. I could smell Derek's cum all over her, and it made my heart bleed. As soon as I heard his motorbike start up and drive off, I knew that I couldn't stay in that bed any longer.I kept up my sleeping pretense until dawn, not waiting for Meg to wake up. I quietly gathered my things and left. The only thing on my mind was strangling Derek.I walked all the way home, my mind consumed by anger and frustration. I couldn't believe he would do this to me. When I arrived home, I wandered straight towards my room, not expecting to run into Derek.But there he was, coming out of his room. We locked eyes and I could smell his aftershave and body wash. It was so pleasant, and it made me hate him even more. "Gosh, where did you come from? You weren't home last night. Where were you?" he asked, surprised to see me.I brushed past him and walked to
Ronnie's point of view:As I opened my eyes, I saw him standing there, his golden long hair falling over his forehead, the small goatee adding a bit of edginess to his chiseled jawline. But it was his piercing golden eyes that caught my attention, reminding me of Golden boy, the school bully who had made my life a living hell for the past few months. I lay there on the beach sand, staring up at him in disbelief. Golden boy had just rescued me from drowning, and now he was hovering over me, his eyes filled with interest. The crowd around us breathed a collective sigh of relief, and I could sense the mood shift from panic to gratitude. Golden boy ran his hand through my cheek, caressing it gently as he stared at me with those intense golden eyes. My heart raced as I realized that I had just been saved by my bully. And to make matters worse, he had performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on me, leaving my face red and embarrassed. Golden boy stood up, his hands on his hips, as he
Ronnie's point of view:I was lying on the bed in my swimsuit, looking up at Golden boy as he hovered above me. His lips were inches away from mine, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as my lips waited for his kiss.But then, Golden boy stopped midway and instead placed his lips on my neck, gently biting it. I gasped, not expecting the sudden change, but soon I relaxed into the sensation. It felt good, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.Golden boy lifted his weight off my body, and as he stood before me, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, staring at him in awe. I could feel my heart beating so fast, and I struggled to catch my breath.Golden boy was standing in front of the window against the sunlight, and I couldn't help but notice how tall and powerful he looked. When he said, "Now I've marked you, you're now my woman," my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to say.I was panting, wondering why he didn'
Derek's point of view:I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door, my hands folded as I stared at Ronnie. She was cooking supper, and the aroma of the food made my stomach growl. She was dressed in an apron, bumshorts, and a t-shirt that clung to her curves, accentuating her shape. Her hair was held up in a bun, and I watched as she moved around the kitchen, humming to herself.My eyes went up to her neck, and I saw the love bite that Golden boy had placed on her. My eyes narrowed, and I cleared my throat, causing Ronnie to turn back to me. Our eyes met, and I could see the annoyance in hers before she returned to what she was doing."Dinner would be ready in an hour," Ronnie said, her tone clipped. "Go to your room and wait."I walked into the kitchen and took the knife. "Why don't I help you cut the cabbages?"Ronnie grunted a reply, and we worked in silence until I spoke up. "I don't like the attitude you've been putting on these days, Ronnie.""What attitude? I've
Ronnie's point of view:As Derek looked at me intently, his eyes seemed to bore right through me. "Ronnie, I want you to go to the dance with me," he said, his voice steady but firm. I was shocked. It felt as if it wasn't a request but an order. My lips shook as I asked, "Why? Why the hell I'm I supposed to go to the dance with you?" I pushed him away, trying to create some distance between us. But Derek wouldn't let me go. He held my shoulder and shook me. "Because I just learnt you're going to the dance with golden boy, that's why." My surprise must have shown on my face. "How the hell did you know that?" I asked, feeling like my privacy had been invaded. "Because he told me. Why did you accept to be his partner, huh? This guy sexually harassed you the other day," Derek said, his voice full of concern. I couldn't look him in the face. My eyes were looking at the opposite direction, my hands clenched into fists. The silence seemed to get on Derek's nerves. He backed me agai
Derek's point of view:Ronnie and I had been waiting for our parents to arrive in Paris so we could have a family meeting and discuss our relationship. We were prepared to fight for our love, no matter what our parents said.When they finally arrived, we were both surprised by their demeanor. Instead of being confrontational, they smiled at us and asked for our forgiveness for not understanding us.Ronnie's mom spoke first, "I want to apologize for how I've treated your relationship, Ronnie. It was wrong of me to try and force my views on you. You're an adult now and I trust you to make your own decisions."Ronnie was taken aback by her mother's words, "Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me."My dad also spoke up, "I know I haven't been the easiest father to deal with, Derek. But I want you to know that I respect you and your choices. I may not agree with them all the time, but I'll always support you."I was surprised by his words, "Thank you, Dad. That means more to me than you k
Derek's point of view:I booked a plane for Paris as soon as I left my father's office, and I packed my bags and boarded the plane without looking back. My phone kept ringing, but I didn't answer. I needed some time to clear my head and figure out what I was going to do next.It had been a month weeks since Ronnie left, and I hadn't been the same. I was restless and distracted at work, and I knew I couldn't continue like this. That's why I had to resign from my father's company. It was a difficult decision, but I knew I had to do it if I wanted to be happy.As the plane took off, I felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. I couldn't wait to be reunited with Ronnie, but I also knew that there were challenges ahead. We had a lot to talk about, and we needed to figure out what we were going to do next.But one thing was for sure: I couldn't imagine my life without Ronnie. She was my everything, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to make this work.Even if it meant defying my f
Later that evening, Ronnie and I got together in my apartment we rented together. Ronnie was leaning her head on my shoulder, her arms wrapped around my neck. We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie, and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, I had an idea. It was a bit impulsive, but I felt like it could work."Ronnie, let's make a baby," I said.She lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with surprise. "What?" she asked."If you got pregnant, then our parents would have no choice but to approve of us getting married," I explained.Ronnie's eyes widened as she considered my proposal. "That's a brilliant idea," she said, her smile slowly faded away. "but...""But?" I raised my eyebrows. Ronnie shook her head, "I want to get married first before having a baby, Derek."I knew that was coming. "Our parents would never approve of our wedding unless they're backed against the corner," I countered. "You having a baby clinches it.""I can't," Ronnie said, her tone p
Ronnie's point of view:I walked into my mother's room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. She was sitting on her bed, looking up at me with a worried expression. I knew that this wasn't going to be an easy conversation. We'd been arguing a lot lately, and I knew that things were coming to a head."What do you want, Ronnie?" My mother asked, her voice soft and almost pleading."I need to know why you and dad won't approve of me and Derek getting married," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.My mother sighed heavily, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "Ronnie, you know why. We can't approve of you marrying your stepbrother. It's just not right.""But why? We're not blood-related. We're not even technically step-siblings anymore. You and dad approved of our relationship, and Derek's dad even supported us through all that media scandal. We're just two people who love each other," I argued, feeling the frustration building inside me."It's
Derek's first person:Ronnie and I were more than just step-siblings. We fell in love during our childhood days, and our relationship grew stronger as time went on to adulthood. Despite attending different universities, we made sure to stay in touch. We would call and text each other frequently, sharing our thoughts and feelings. We even made a pact to visit each other as often as we could.When we couldn't be together, we found other ways to stay connected. We would send each other love notes and care packages, reminding each other of our love. It was always comforting to know that we had each other, even when we were apart.As our relationship progressed, we graduated from university. Ronnie pursued her passion for painting, and I took over my father's billion-dollar business. It was a challenging time and we rarely see ourselves, but we supported each other through it all. We knew that no matter what, we would always have each other's backs.Despite our busy schedules, we
Ronnie's point of view:The rest of the semester was a bit of a rollercoaster for me. On one hand, I was heartbroken over what had happened with Derek and devastated by the fact that Mike was fooling around with girls at his school.But on the other hand, I was determined to focus on my studies and try to move forward with my life.I threw myself into my classes and spent long hours at the library, pouring over textbooks and taking copious notes. I tried to stay busy, filling my free time with studying, exercise, and spending time with my friends.But despite my best efforts, I couldn't shake the feelings of sadness and heartache that seemed to linger around me. I missed Derek and wished that things could have been different between us. And I couldn't help but think about Mike and wonder what might have been if things had turned out differently.As the end of the semester approached, I found myself growing more and more anxious about my future. I wasn't sure where I was headed or
Ronnie's point of view:After hanging up with Derek, I sat in my room for what felt like hours, just staring blankly at the wall. I couldn't believe what I had just heard - that he had been seeing other girls behind my back.My mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions. How could he do this to me? Did he really love me at all? I felt hurt, angry, and betrayed all at once. I loved Derek so much, and the thought of him being with someone else made me sick.But at the same time, I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I was partly to blame.Maybe if I had been there for him more, if I had made more of an effort to visit him, he wouldn't have felt the need to see other girls. Maybe it was my fault for not being enough for him.Ever since we began schooling separately, none of us had the time to visit one another. I couldn't even pay him a visit partly because I was afraid someone might recognise me in his school. Derek was an honest guy. I respect him for not hiding anything fro
Derek's point of view:When I enrolled in my university, I was eager to start dating. Ronnie went to another university, but we tried to make it work. However, being away from her made me feel lonely, and I found myself falling back into my old habit of flirting with girls.It started innocently enough, just harmless flirting and talking to girls in my classes. But then it escalated, and before I knew it, I was hooking up with girls from my school. I couldn't help myself. The attention and excitement were addicting.I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I felt guilty about it. Ronnie was a great girlfriend, and I knew I was being unfair to her. But at the same time, I couldn't stop myself. The thrill of being with new girls was too tempting.I tried to justify my actions by telling myself that Ronnie and I were so far apart, and our relationship was already strained. But deep down, I knew that wasn't a valid excuse. I was betraying her trust, and it made me feel terrible.I wi
Ronnie's point of view: I was sitting in my room, surrounded by piles of books, trying to concentrate on studying. It was a particularly difficult chapter in my history textbook, and I was struggling to make sense of the complex timelines and events. The sound of raindrops tapping against my window was the only thing that broke the silence in my room.Suddenly, a thunderclap outside made me jump in my seat, causing my pen to fly out of my hand. I froze, realizing that it was raining heavily outside. I could hear the loud sound of the raindrops pelting against my window.Fear crept into my mind, and I could feel my heart racing.I pulled the blanket closer to me, trying to calm myself down, but the sound of thunderclaps kept coming one after another. It was terrifying, and I felt like I was in the middle of a warzone. As I was trying to calm myself down, another thunderclap shook the room, and I yelped, unable to control my fear.Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to Derek. Whenever