Dereks'point of view:Shit! How did it end up like this? I thought to myself as I sat across from Ronnie in the dining room. The silence between us was deafening, and I couldn't help but wonder how I always found myself in these situations.I looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact with Ronnie. The awkward silence was only broken by the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates.Ronnie was eating her lunch with her eyes closed, a thick frown on her face. She cut through her steak with her knife and ate it silently.I gulped in fear, unable to touch my meal. I was afraid of Ronnie and what she might do to me. Why did I always end up in these situations?After Golden Boy left, I took a long nap. When I woke up, Ronnie was already home and cooking in the kitchen.I must've slept for longer than I thought.As I woke up, my dick was up too. I couldn't take it anymore, so I took matters into my own hands and started jerking off while sniffing Ronnie's pantie, imag
Derek's point of view:The cinema was bustling with excitement and anticipation. The crowd was abuzz with chatter and laughter as they eagerly awaited the start of the show. There were people of all ages, races, and walks of life, all eagerly anticipating the latest blockbuster movie. The air was filled with the sound of chatter and laughter as people excitedly discussed the upcoming film. I looked up at the posters of the different movies, their colorful and captivating images beckoning us to come and see. Tonight, we were here to see the latest action-packed movie called "Redemption". Ronnie sat beside me in the passenger seat, her eyes glued to her phone screen as she scrolled through her social media feeds. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous as I drove towards the movie theater. I had been planning this date for weeks, and I wanted everything to be perfect. "Well, we're here," I said, turning to Ronnie with a smile. She looked up from her phone and smiled back at
Derek's point of view:Ronnie had handled the movies night incident pretty well, I must admit. She didn't seem to take offense to my confession, or at least that's what it appeared like. She acted completely calm and even spoke more to me. However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was mocking me and my confession. The fact that the topic about that kiss was never brought up again didn't help either.It had been a week since I visited school, and even though I was strong enough to return to campus, I didn't want to. As I rode through the school gates with my motorbike, I noticed that I was being crowded on all sides by students of Griffin Elites. It was clear that news of my incident had spread like wildfire.I was surprised to find out that I had gained absolute popularity as I was now the school boss. My friends swarmed around me and asked after my health. They seemed so clingy, and I quickly realized that it was because Ronnie hadn't allowed anyone to visit me while
Derek's point of view:"That's Lola," my friend told me, pointing to the stage. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she danced on the pole. She made strong eye contact with me, and I was speechless. It was as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I couldn't look away.I swallowed hard, feeling a strong desire for her. It wasn't just physical attraction; there was something about her that had me drawn to her. I wanted her as badly as I'd ever wanted anything, and I couldn't resist the urge to meet her.I walked up to her, threw her lots of dollars, and whispered something in her ear. I made up my mind to have her, no matter what it takes.I knew I couldn't discuss having a private session with her while she was performing, so I had to meet her manager first. Strippers followed club regulations, and I'd dealt with them before, so I knew the drill."You'll be mine soon. Wait for me," I whispered in her ear before walking away with a big smile on my face.I demanded from th
Derek's point of view:As I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the bright light filtering through the curtains. I tried to sit up and realized I was lying on a bed. It was a soft bed with a fluffy comforter and a pillow under my head. As I touched my head, I felt a bandage wrapped around it. My head was pounding, and I could feel the soreness spread throughout my body.I slowly stood up, feeling the soreness in my muscles. I noticed the bruises on my arms and legs had been treated. It was then that I remembered that I had been in an accident. I had no idea how bad it was, but the bruises and the bandage on my head spoke volumes."Where the hell am I?" I muttered to myself as I looked around the room.I looked around and found myself in a small living room. There were only two seats, a sofa and an armchair. The living room was shabby but clean, and it looked like it belonged to a stranger.I glanced outside, and the sun was already up. I wondered how long I had
After that night, I couldn't stop thinking about Lola, the stripper from the club. Her image kept flashing through my mind, and I fawned about her during lectures. I wanted to see her again, to know her better. Lola was mysterious, and I wanted to unravel her secrets. What kind of stripper was she? Why didn't she want a private session? What was she hiding? And what was the club manager hiding? I wanted to make her mine. As lectures ended, my friends nudged me and joined me at my table. "Yo, Derek, your sister called like crazy when you didn't get home on time. Where were you? You left us behind at the club and disappeared for no reason." "Oh about that, I got into an accident," I replied. My friends were shocked, "An accident? That explains the bruises and bandages on you, right?" I nodded, apparently bored. "Don't ask me how it happened. I was drunk, and it happened. Now then, let's talk about Lola. Tell me everything you know about her." My friends exchanged looks, confu
Derek's point of view:I walked into the strip club, my usual haunt. The dim lighting, the blaring music, and the sensual atmosphere always helped me unwind after a long day of boredom. I settled into my regular seat, ordered my usual drink, and let myself relax. The night was young, and I had nowhere else to be.As I sipped my drink, I couldn't help but notice that Lola was missing from the stage. She had become one of my favorite performers, with her lithe body and seductive moves. I had been looking forward to her performance all night, and now it was well past midnight. Where the hell was she?I fidgeted in my seat, growing impatient. The other performers were good, but none of them could hold a candle to Lola. I kept glancing at the door, waiting for her to make her grand entrance. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she appeared.Lola's entrance was dramatic and captivating. She was wearing a sheer red robe that clung to her curves and a pair of six-inch heels that
Derek's point of view:The three days passed by like a blur. I couldn't stop thinking about Lola and how she had promised to call me.I waited anxiously for her call, checking my phone every few minutes, but the call never came.I knew I was getting desperate. I had never felt this way before. Desperation kills, they say, and I was aware of that, but damn it, this woman made me a wreck. I couldn't think straight.A part of me had a sinking feeling that she would never call me. The thought made me anxious because I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted anything before.During those three days, I sold off my old bike and stashed the huge bulk in Lola's mailbox. It was my way of showing her that I was grateful to her for saving my life from that accident. I hadn't laid sight of her for some days, and I was cool with that. I respected her privacy.As I was going through some stuff on my laptop, my new motorbike arrived. I had been waiting for this moment for weeks.The doorbell rang
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