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:"Hello, first year," Golden boy said. "Allow me to introduce Ronnie, my girlfriend!"I blushed at his introduction, feeling uncomfortable under the spotlight of his friends' curious gazes.Golden boy was always so confident, but I was not. I barely knew him, and I certainly wasn't his girlfriend.Derek glanced at me, but I wasn't looking at him. My heart was racing as I wondered what Derek thought of me. Did he think I looked silly in this dress? Did he even care that I was here with Golden boy?I wanted the earth to swallow me. I couldn't stand the stares on me. Earlier, Golden boy had picked me up in his Maserati and drove me to a beauty salon, where he insisted on paying for my hair and makeup. I had never felt so out of place, but he was so insistent, and I didn't know how to say no.He was there with me for hours, not letting me out of his sight until I was through. He complemented me on my dress and bathed me with attention. I was uncomfortable, but

Derek's point of view:I stood outside the hotel room, watching as Golden boy and Ronnie walked inside. I waited for six minutes, timing it with my wristwatch. That's when I planned to barge in and cause a disruption. It was my way of making sure nothing happened between them.I knew Ronnie would end up hating me, and Golden boy might even try to pick a fight. But I didn't care. As long as nothing happened between those two, that was all that mattered to me.Time seemed to slow down as I waited, staring at my wristwatch. It felt like an eternity, but I knew I had to stay patient.Suddenly, the door opened, and Golden boy stepped out. I instinctively looked away, hiding my features with my janitor cap.My confusion grew as I realized Golden boy was supposed to be with Ronnie. Why was he out of the room?I heard his footsteps approaching me, and I gripped tightly to the mop stick. My instincts were screaming danger as he came closer.Then I felt his strong hand grip my shoulder, and

Derek's point of view:As I checked out of the hotel with Ronnie, I could feel the tension between us. We both knew what happened last night between us made things awkward.However, we didn't make a fuss with the receptionist over the our ordeals with Golden boy, and we just left.As I stepped out of the hotel, I found my motorbike missing, but I knew who had it. Golden boy was the only one who would have taken it. It's my sure bet he's with it.I watched Ronnie walking away from me, and it felt like she was avoiding me. I couldn't blame her; things had gotten unnerving last night. I had stayed up all night waiting for her to leave the bathroom and come to bed. But to my surprise, she slept in the bathroom.At first, I had knocked on the bathroom door five consecutive times to make sure she was okay, but she told me she was fine, so I didn't drag it any further.As Ronnie walked away, clutching her bag, I knew I had taken things too far. I almost kissed her last night. I'm sure s

Derek's point of view:After Golden Boy left, I breathed a sigh of relief. But my relief was short-lived as Ronnie turned to look at me with a stern expression on her face. "You're not going anywhere, Derek. You're staying indoors," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.I was speechless. I had never seen Ronnie act that way before. She was usually so calm and collected, but now she was clearly angry. This was the first time I had ever seen her lose it.Ronnie rushed up to me and gently guided me to the chair. Then she hurriedly grabbed the first aid box and started tending to my bruises. She was surprisingly gentle, given her rough exterior."Do you feel any pain? Do you think anything's broken?" Ronnie asked me as she tended to my injuries."I'm fine," I replied, grateful for her concern. "Just a few bruises."After treating my bruises, Ronnie started clearing the table. I didn't know what to say, so I just started assisting her. But she protested, saying that I should b