Derek's point of view:
I was sound asleep in the middle of my luxurious suite, surrounded by beautiful, naked supermodels.
They were lying on the bed, on the couch, and even on the floor, all in various seductive poses.
The room was filled with the soft moans and sighs of pleasure as the models fawned over me, running their hands over my toned body.
Suddenly, the door burst open and my butler stormed into the room with a look of anger on his face.
"Sir, you must wake up immediately," he exclaimed, shooing away the models with a wave of his hand.
I groaned and groggily sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I looked around at the naked models, trying to remember their names.
"What is it, Jenkins?" I asked, clearly annoyed.
"Your father is hosting a special event and he needs you there urgently," Jenkins announced, his tone serious.
"Why?" I asked.
"We have a special guest coming over and you need to be ready."
"Who is it, Jenkins?" I asked, still groggy.
"It's a potential business partner," Jenkins replied, his voice still filled with anger. "And you need to be on your best behavior."
I let out a sigh, knowing that Pa was always looking for ways to expand our already vast empire.
I got out of bed, grabbing a robe and tying it around my waist.
"Maybe I'll pass. I smell awful and I can't make it."
Jenkins would not take no for an answer.
"Leave it to me, sir," he said, rushing me to the showroom.
There, maids quickly washed and dressed me in a glittering tuxedo.
Despite my initial resistance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I looked at myself in the mirror, ready to attend the event Pa had planned.
As I made my way to the event, I couldn't help but think back to the previous night and the beautiful models that had surrounded me.
Now I remembered. Last night was my twentieth birthday.
I had thrown a lavish party at Cubana clubhouse, blew over two million dollars on strippers and drinks and had a heated night with these supermodels I found on I*******m.
It was a crazy night. I can't believe I slept throughout the day.
How long had I been out? Probably twelve hours.
Unbelievable. Maybe I should watch my liquor next time.
But now, I was on my way to something even more exciting, something that would make me the envy of all those in attendance.
* * * *
As the sun began to set on Pa's luxurious estate, I pulled up outside our villa in my beamer.Pa, a powerful and influential businessman, had summoned me to attend a welcome party for a new business associate.
I was always one for social gatherings, especially ones hosted by Pa, who always had some ulterior motive for every event he hosted.
I made my way towards the villa where the party was held in the ballroom as I tossed my car keys to the servant nearby.
I looked at myself in the entrance mirror, checking myself out.
Pa always expects me to make a good impression on our guests. I never fail to impress.
I looked at myself in the mirror again and couldn't help but smirk, knowing that I would be the best-dressed person at the party.
I made my way to the grand ballroom, swinging my shoulders, a hand in my pocket my charming smile on.
Pa would probably try introducing me to some potential business partner or worse, a potential wife.
I hated the thought of being forced into a relationship for the sake of Pa's business. He does this too often.
As I entered the ballroom, I saw Pa standing at the entrance, greeting the guests as they arrived.
I made my way over to him, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone else in the room.
It's evident I caught the eyes of everyone present in that ballroom—especially the ladies.
"Derek, I'm glad you could make it," Pa said, patting me on the back. "I have someone I want you to meet."
My heart sank as Pa led me over to a beautiful woman who was standing alone by the refreshment table.
"Derek, this is Mary. Mary, this is my son, Derek."
I forced a smile and shook her hand, trying to hide the lust in my eyes.
She was a hot Milf. Her curves and ass was just the right size. I wonder what she might be doing after tonight.
Maybe she'd tuck me in bed and get naked once Pa's party is over. From the looks on her, I'd bet she must be in her early thirties.
"Nice to meet you, Derek," Mary said with a smile.
Pa turned to Mary and crossed his arm around her shoulder.
"Son, now you've met Mary, I'm going to break the news to you. She's the woman I want to marry."
How disappointing. Wait, what? Did he just say marry?
I felt a knot form in my stomach, surprised that this was Pa's plan all along.
Pa got good taste in women. A stepmom wasn't something I expected to happen after such a long time.
I managed to force a smile and offered my congratulations to the new couple.
So this hot Milf is gonna be my stepmom. Crazy how my perverted mind's making up porno's scenes with her.
Damn, I hate my dirty mind.
Just as I was about to give Pa my blessing, Mary turned to introduce her daughter to me.
Hold up! She's got a daughter too? Doesn't that make her a single mother?
Was dad okay marrying a single mom?
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the young woman standing beside her.
This chick was my childhood crush, whom I had not seen since I was a teenager.
"This is my daughter, Ronnie," Mary said, smiling at her daughter then at me.
"I was just telling Mary that I think the two of you would make a great couple," Pa laughed jokingly. "Just kidding."
I knew he was kidding. I knew he was cracking his regular jokes.
But he wasn't wrong either.
He wasn't wrong because I had always imagined it way back since the first day I set eyes on Ronnie.
I had once promised to myself that I was going to marry her when I grew up.
Ronnie is a vision of beauty, dressed in a striking red dress that accentuates her hourglass figure, reminiscent of Scarlett Johansson.
Her porcelain skin is flawless, and her long strawberry red hair cascades down her shoulders in waves.
A sparkling emerald diamond necklace sits elegantly around her neck, drawing attention to her delicate features.
She has red painted nails that match her dress and her lips are glossy and red.
She exudes an alluring aroma that is impossible to ignore, and her sparkling earrings add the perfect touch of elegance.
All in all, she is the epitome of beauty and grace.
I couldn't believe it. Ronnie wasn't always like this.
For one she never had boobs. Not as long as I remembered.
But damn, look at the tits on her. They're huge.
She's no longer the helpless little cry baby I knew back when we were kids.
She's all grown now—a woman.
And what's more, she's now my stepsister!
The girl I had always dreamed of being with was standing right in front of me.
As our eyes met, I felt a spark of something I had never felt before. A spark that lit up my world, pulling me out of the darkness like a magnet.
I knew that this party was going to be one that I would never ever forget.
Ronnie's point of view:Derek Diamond, first and only son of Desmond Diamond.I've heard a lot about this guy. He was just as popular as any pop star. Also known as the Iron bad boy. That's Derek's nickname and he sticks to this name. This bad boy in question is a tall and handsome man with a chiseled jawline and striking features. His face is a work of art, with a sharp nose and high cheekbones that gives him a rugged yet refined look. His narrowed eyes are a deep emerald green, giving him a piercing gaze that can be both intense and alluring.He is heavily tattooed, with intricate designs covering his neck and arms. The tattoos are bold and colorful, and they give him an edgy and rebellious look. He is clean shaven, with a smooth and masculine jawline that adds to his overall charm.His dark, wavy hair is parted in the middle and falls just above his shoulders. He has a rough, unkempt look that is both alluring and intimidating. Tonight, he's donning in an expensive tuxedo.
Derek's point of view:"We'll always be friends forever, right?" Ronnie asked, her big brown eyes sparking at me. I gave her a big smile. "That's right. Friends forever."She raised her pinky finger, hugging her Barbie dolls around her face. "Pinky promise?"She was such a shy girl. I interlocked our pinky fingers. "Pinky promise," I said. My eyes opened as I realized it was nothing more but just a dream. No... Not a dream. More like a memory. A memory from my childhood. A forgotten memory, resurfacing itself out of nowhere. Someone was stirring me up from my sleep. It was Jenkins. "Rise and shine, Sir," he said, leaving me to swing open the vast window curtains. A flood of sunlight blinded my eyes and I groaned, shielding my face with my hand. "Just what's your problem, Jenkins. You're always in my hair.""It's a quarter passed eight, master Derek," Jenkins announced. "Have you forgotten what today is?"I returned back to bed, covering my head with my pillow. "Remind me, Jenk
Ronnie's point of view:Today's my first day of classes at Griffin Elites.My high school life was uneventful. I wasn't popular, I had no real friends and I had no cool fashion sense. Moreover, I never dated. I dedicated my entire high school years, studying to get to university. I was more of a nerd. I wore nerdy clothes, nerdy glasses and nerdy attitude. I also gained a lot of weight. This was why I never had a boyfriend, it's because I have no confidence in myself, my looks and my body. But I made myself a promise that things are gonna be different now. Before graduation, I took a one year gym program, lost weight and got into a nice shape. I also took make-up lessons and followed tons of fashion influencers on Tik tok and Instagram. I'm a whole new person and I love it. Griffin Elites University is going to be the start of a new life for me. I'm gonna be fashionable, wear makeups, smile often, make tons of friends and be popular. Elites University being a private school
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 d
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