Derek's point of view:
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, feeling as if I had been hit by a truck.
I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to remember what happened last night.
I had a hazy memory of drinking and partying, but the details were blurry.
I opened my eyes to find my stepsister, Ronnie, standing over me with an expression of disgust.
"What happened?" I asked groggily, wondering why she was in my room.
"You don't remember?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "You threw a party last night, Derek. You left a mess everywhere, and I had to clean it up."
I sat up, rubbing my face. "I did?"
"Yes, you did," she said, crossing her arms over her big breasts. "I hate it when you throw parties. It gets on my nerves. I had to send everyone home."
My eyes instantly cleared. "The hell did you do that for? Why did you ruin my fun? No one does that to me!"
"I don't care. We live together, and you need to respect me."
I scoffed. "Respect you? This is my house too, and I can do whatever I want."
"This may be your house, but I live here too," she retorted. "You can't just do whatever you want without thinking of the consequences."
We argued back and forth, each trying to make our point.
Eventually, we settled on a compromise.
I agreed to limit the number of parties I threw and to only throw them whenever she's not home.
In exchange, Ronnie agreed to be more understanding and not to complain so much.
"One more thing," She stood over me, pointing at the mess around me, her eyes filled with disgust. "Your room is a big mess. Don't you ever clean up?"
My room was a reflection of my lifestyle, richly furnished with all the latest gadgets and amenities.
But, at the same time, it was a mess. Clothes, papers, and empty food containers were scattered everywhere, making it look like a garbage dump.
"Nah, I don't really care about the mess," I said, stretching myself under the duvet. "We've got caretakers to clean up after us. It's their job, after all."
But Ronnie wasn't having it.
She expressed her disgust at the state of my room and how unkept it was.
"We can't let the caretakers do everything for us. We're not kids. Look at these awful mess. Typical boys room. How basic."
"Are you always this intrusive?" I asked, smirking. "It seems you love poking your nose where it isn't needed.
"Are you always this dirty?" She retorted. "Cause I'd rather poke my nose in a toilet than your life."
I rolled my eyes and told her not to worry, that the caretakers would clean it up for me.
But she wasn't taking my words for an answer. She insisted that I clean up after myself, that I take responsibility for my own mess.
I tried to explain to her that I didn't know how to clean up and that I didn't want to do it either.
I was used to having people do everything for me, and the thought of cleaning up my own mess was just too much for me.
But Ronnie wouldn't budge.
As she continued to nag me, I stood up from my bed, taking off my shirt.
"Forget it, you make me tired. Arguing with you makes me sweaty. Just look at how hot it is in here. Why isn't the AC working?"
But when I exposed my chest, Ronnie's expression changed.
She looked embarrassed and couldn't bring herself to look at me.
Huh? What's with her?
Gradually, my memory started coming back to me. Yesterday was my first day in campus.
I'd made tons of new friends, got myself a hot girlfriend and invited them over to my house and threw a wild party.
I've got a knack for making friends. The moment I step into an unknown environment, I gain instant attention.
The trouble with the Diamond family is that we don't hold our liquor well.
I guess I inherited that trait from my Pa. It runs in the family I guess. Whenever we hit the bottle, we're a different person.
Now that I think of it, I wonder if in my drunken state, I'd done something crazy.
"Did I do anything stupid last night?" I asked, staring thoughtfully at Ronnie. "I didn't remember much after getting drunk."
Ronnie flushed and looked away. "N-Nothing," she said, before quickly turning to leave my room.
She quickly told me to clean up and left the room, leaving me standing there, confused and bewildered.
I planted my hands on my hips, staring at the door, feeling a way.
What's her deal anyways?
* * * *
Ronnie's point of view:
As I leaned against Derek's door, my heart was pounding in my chest.
I couldn't believe that I had returned back to his room earlier this morning to check up on him before he woke up.
I remembered dragging his drunken half-sleeping body up to his room, and the guilt that I felt for slapping him in the face.
But then, as I thought about the moment he had licked my ear in the living room infront of everyone, my heart raced with excitement.
I couldn't deny the electric chemistry that was between us, even though I tried to push it away.
However, my nerves got the best of me and I ended up slapping him.
I felt terrible for hitting my crush and the thought of potentially ruining our relationship made me feel even worse.
I had made a plan to be cold, mean and distant from Derek in order to hide my true feelings and protect our relationship as family.
But the thought of never experiencing those intense moments with him again made me reconsider.
I was torn between my heart and my head, and I didn't know which path to take.
Just then, I remembered how I caught Derek and a girl kissing behind our school.
They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't even notice me.
I watched in curiosity as they leaned in close, their lips meeting in a soft and tender kiss.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as I watched them.
I had always been curious about what it felt like to be kissed like that, with such passion and love.
I had never been in a relationship before and had never experienced a kiss like that.
As I walked towards the kitchen, I couldn't get the image of them out of my head.
It's all I've been thinking throughout last night.
I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to feel that way too. To have someone look at me the way Derek was looking at that girl.
To have someone hold me close and kiss me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
It's funny how a single moment can have such a profound effect on you.
From that day on, I was more determined than ever to find someone who would love me the way Derek loved that girl.
I was ready to experience my own romantic kiss and to feel the love and passion that comes with it.
Moreover, the person I want to share my first kiss with was none other than my stepbrother, Derek.
But that's impossible because we're family now.
It's hard enough to confess my feelings to him talk less of being kissed by him.
But gosh, I so want it to be him. Why did I want it to be him.
I was standing in front of the open refrigerator, trying to decide what to make for lunch, when I heard the doorbell ring.
I was a little taken aback because Derek and I had just moved into the bungalow yesterday and I wasn't expecting any visitors.
I walked over to the door and opened it, and was met with the sight of a stunning brunette.
She was wearing heavy make-up that only made her beauty more pronounced.
Her clothes were skimpy and she carried herself with an arrogant pride.
I noticed the luxurious car she had driven up in, parked in the driveway.
As I stared at her in surprise, she asked, "Who the hell are you and what're you doing at my boyfriend's house?"
My jaws dropped. Boyfriend? What's she talking about?
And that's when it hit me. This must be Derek's girlfriend, the girl I had caught him kissing at the back of campus yesterday.
Ronnie's point of view:I was shocked, and it must have shown on my face. I stammered a bit, trying to explain that I was Derek's step-sister and that we had just moved into the bungalow together.The girl was not happy and she continued to glare at me with an expression of suspicion and anger. "He never told me he's got a step sister," she said, leaning towards me, her eyes squinting at me. "You're lying."It was a very uncomfortable situation and I didn't know how to handle it. All I could do was hope that Derek would come out of his room soon and diffuse the situation."Why don't I call him for you?" I asked. "He's in his room.""Don't worry, I'll call him myself," she said, then pushed me aside, walking into the house like she owned it. I was incredibly mad at her. Who does she think she is, walking in like that?I hate her. There's no mistaking it. I hate her already. I watched as Derek's girlfriend walked around the house, shouting his name loudly. It was obvious she was t
Derek's point of view:Zoey was gone the next morning as agreed. I was glad to be rid of her. She was a pain to deal with. The moment I was certain she was on the plane to London, I blocked her on all my socials and deleted her number. I had an uneventful day yesterday because I had Zoey in my hair. I couldn't even go to lectures. If there was one thing I hate the most are clingy women. With time they get boring.My lecture class ended early today and I thought to take a shower at home before going out to splurge on some new diamonds and shoes.Locking my power bike in the garage, I walked inside the bungalow. As I headed to the bedroom, I heard the shower stop. I stopped in my tracks and raised an eyebrow. Was Ronnie home?Odd that she would be taking a shower this late in the day. I hadn't bothered to call out to her when I realized the bathroom door was wide open. The bungalow only had one bathroom so Ronnie and I had no other choice but to share. Perhaps she thought she
Derek's point of view: "Derek, can I sleep with you?" Ronnie asked, her voice trembling. I stiffened, gaping at her terrified face, taken aback by her request. Outside, a thunderstorm raged on. The sound of rain pounding against the windows and the rumbling of thunder in the distance filled my room. I could feel Ronnie's body trembling as she stood in front of me, her arms wrapped tightly around me. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear. "I'm terrified of thunderstorms," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've always been scared of them since I was a child." I could see the fear in her eyes and I wanted to help. I asked her to tell me more about her phobia, and she explained how she couldn't be alone during a thunderstorm. She would go to her mother for comfort, but now that her mother was not here, she had no one to turn to. Another clap of thunder echoed and Ronnie buried her face in my chest, shaking in fear
Ronnie's point of view:I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The morning after the thunderstorm the other night was peaceful and serene. The sun was shining and it was the perfect day to start fresh. But as I opened my eyes, I realized I was lying on the same bed with Derek. I was taken aback for a moment as I tried to recall how I ended up in this situation. I then remembered how I banged on his door, begging him to let me sleep in his room because of the thunderstorm last night. As I lay there, I noticed the awkward position Derek's arms were wrapped around me in a spooning position. I stiffened and blushed in embarrassment as I recalled how this position was a favorite amongst couples. Suddenly, I felt something hard poking me from behind. My hand slid down Derek's crotch and I felt his morning erection. I was shocked and embarrassed. The heat rose to my face and I shouted, nudging Derek very hard in the stomach which woke him up. Derek rolled of
Ronnie's point of view:As Derek walked past us and towards his room, I couldn't help but feel a wave of shock and disbelief wash over me.How could he act like he didn't know Meg, when they had a history together?Meg's expression mirrored my own shock, as she turned to me and asked, "Who is Derek to you?" I answered her truthfully, "He's my stepbrother."The color drained from Meg's face, and I could see how uneasy she was as she heard the truth from my lips. She shifted nervously, looking anywhere but at me.I leaned forward, glaring at her. "Is Derek the guy you had a fling with at campus?" I asked, my voice low and menacing. Meg slowly nodded, confirming my suspicions."I knew it," I said, feeling a mixture of anger and disappointment. "This is so awkward."Meg looked at me with pleading eyes, "Is this going to affect our friendship?" she asked, her voice trembling.I sighed, "No, it's not," I replied, but deep inside, I wasn't happy. Derek had been the one guy I'm trying to
I was supposed to be out with my friends at the local karaoke bar, having a good time. I was supposed not to find any love interest or whatever that means. Not until Jacob showed up. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and a chiseled jawline. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the dim lights of the bar. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him as he stood across the room, watching us.My friend Meg and her two friends were up on stage, belting out a song. They were having the time of their lives, but I couldn't concentrate on their performance. All I could think about was Jacob and the way his gaze kept flickering over to me.Meg noticed what was happening and came to sit beside me. "Looks like you two like each other," she said with a sly smile.I blushed and replied, "It's not what you think it is." But deep down, I knew she was right. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Jacob and the way he was looking at me.Meg raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then why have you bee
I could feel my heart pounding as Derek cornered me, his entire body crowding me against the wall. I tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. Fear consumed me as I realized I was trapped.As I looked into his cold and dark eyes, I could feel the anger and irritation radiating off of him. His gaze was so intense that it felt like he was piercing right through me. I could see the fury building up within him, and I knew I was in trouble."Who the hell is that donkey?" Derek demanded, his voice booming in the small room."His name's Jacob," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm despite the fear that was threatening to overwhelm me."Where did you meet him?" Derek asked, his tone sharp and accusatory."At the karaoke bar," I answered, feeling a knot form in my stomach."Why are you afraid?" Derek demanded, his expression darkening with anger.I managed to free his grip on my hair and took a step back, my heart racing."Because you're scaring me," I admitted, my voic
Ronnie's point of view:As I finished my evening lecture for the day, I packed my things and headed towards the door when I heard Meg's voice calling out to me. "Hey Ronnie, wait up!"I slowed my pace, allowing Meg to catch up with me. "So?" she asked eagerly. "How did it go?"Her question took me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, looking at her quizzically."Don't play dumb with me," Meg said, grinning mischievously. "You and Jacob. Did he drop you off? Did you two do the goodnight kiss? Did he set up a date or something?"Despite my best efforts to keep my cool, I couldn't help but feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at Meg's probing questions. "It went well," I admitted, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "We fixed a date. This Friday."Meg let out a high-pitched squeal of excitement, making me cringe inwardly."Not bad," she said, nudging me playfully. "You've just gotten yourself a fancy man after all."As much as I wanted to share the news with Meg about