Derek's point of view:I woke up the next day feeling uneasy. Ronnie refused to speak to me, completely ignoring my presence like she didn't even know me. I tried to get her attention, but she wouldn't even look my way. It was like I was invisible to her. Her silence was deafening, and it made me feel terrible.Due to the injuries I sustained during the fight, I couldn't go for lectures. I was stuck indoors, lying on my bed, trying to find a comfortable position. I couldn't concentrate on anything, and my mind kept drifting to the fight and Ronnie's silence.The constant fighting between Ronnie and me was starting to take its toll on me. One moment we were cool, and the next we were at each other's throats. I was tired of it all, and I wanted things to be back to how they used to be.My body was aching badly, and I was in a lot of pain. Those punches I took from Golden Boy were no joke, and they had done some serious damage to me. I could barely move without feeling a sharp pai

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: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: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

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