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:As Ronnie's lips met mine, I lost all sense of sanity. I couldn't believe that Ronnie, the girl I had been crushing on since we were kids, was actually kissing me back. I had always thought of her as nothing but a little sister, but now she was here, wrapped in my arms, and my mind was going wild.I savored every moment of that kiss, every touch of her lips against mine. She tasted sweet, like honey, and I couldn't get enough. She was melting against me, and I knew I had to have her. I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, wanting to make this moment last forever.Ronnie's kiss was entirely different from any other girl I had ever kissed. Maybe it was because I had been in love with her for so long, but everything about her was perfect. Her lips fit mine perfectly, and it was like we were made for each other. I knew that this was just the beginning, and I wanted more.I knew I had to take advantage of this situation quickly, before it was too late. Ronn

Ronnie's point of view:As I sat in the backseat of the car with Derek, I looked out of the window and watched as the familiar scenery of our bungalow home quickly passed by. It felt surreal, knowing that Derek and I were leaving our home and everything we knew behind for a short while. The silence in the car was palpable, and I could feel Derek's cold gaze on me from the corner of my eye.The car that was driving us to the airport was a sleek black sedan with tinted windows. I couldn't see much of the driver, except for his clean-shaven face and his expensive-looking suit. He was a professional driver, who had been hired to take us to the airport.Derek and I had planned this carefully, and part of our plan was to act as if nothing had happened between us. We didn't want anyone to suspect that we were lovers, right?So, we sat next to each other in silence, pretending to be cold to each other.As we arrived at the airport, we were greeted by Mr. Diamond's private jet.It was a b

Derek's point of view:"Damn you," Ronnie swore in my mouth, then wrapped her arms around my neck. "Hold me tighter."I'm in Ronnie's bedroom, on her bed and my hands exploring her curves. She was breathing heavily against me, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body as we kissed passionately. I was starting to get excited, and I moved lower, down to her breasts. I took one of them into my mouth and start to suck gently, running my tongue around the soft skin. I could feel Ronnie shivering in pleasure, and I smiled against her skin as I continued to explore her body with my hands and mouth. "You really are obsessed with my breasts aren't you?" Ronnie said. "People do say they're too big."I muffled while sucking her nipple. "No, they got that wrong too. I love your tits." She gave a dismissive scoff. I felt I might lose her then so I took her by the chin, looked her right in the eyes so she could see how earnest I was being, and repeated, "I fucking love them." I plac

Ronnie's point of view:The road trip to Pineville was long and quiet. Derek and I rode in our luxurious bus, staring blankly ahead, lost in our own thoughts. The trees rushed by in a blur, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension in the pit of my stomach. I glanced over at Derek, who was staring out the window, lost in his own thoughts. I wondered what was going through his mind and what was causing the uneasiness in his expression.I remembered the moment when Dad announced that our destination was Pineville, Derek had suddenly turned pale. I couldn't help but feel curious about what could have caused such a reaction from him. As we continued on the road, I leaned my head back against the headrest and let my thoughts wander. Memories of my past flooded back into my mind, taking me down memory lane.Pineville was my hometown, where I was born and raised. It was also where my parents got divorced. The town held so many memories, both good and bad. It was also where