The next day, Ronan woke up in Illyia’s bed early in the morning. The previous night had been wild, and he had fucked her brains out to their mutual satisfaction. He had taken Illyia to extremes of pleasure and she had responded in kind. The night had been full of passion, intensity and rawness. After the tiring and exhausting time, they cuddled each other to sleep.

Illyia had already woken up, and Ronan was lying alone in the bed. He climbed out, finding his clothes thrown around the room. The bundle of notes and the two gold beads were still safely in his pocket. He dressed and stepped out of the room, looking for Illyia.

She was in the kitchen preparing something on the stove. She had already bathed. Her hair was still wet, and she was dressed in fresh clothes. Seeing her preparing food reminded him that, in the heat of the moment last night, he had not eaten dinner. The very dinner using the pretext of which he had knocked Illyia’s door. And he was now feeling quite hungry.

"Good morning, Miss Wailey," he said.

He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You smell fresh," he remarked. "Intoxciating."

Illyia did not respond. She turned around and pulled herself away from him. Ronan raised an eyebrow. But even so, he was not surprised. He had fully expected this. He knew that after everything that had happened, guilt must have come rolling over Illyia in waves. It was human nature. People flowed with their inner desires only to regret it later.

"Ronan," she said, trying to keep her voice as stern as possible. "What happened last night was a mistake. I made a mistake. I lost myself in the flow. It cannot be repeated."

"Oh, really?" He questioned with a smirk. "Was it a mistake?"

"Yes," she nodded with a serious expression.

"I do not think so," he said. "Remember how you were begging to be fucked and ravaged? I do not think that happened by mistake."

Redness crept onto her cheeks, and an embarrassed look washed over her. She sighed and quickly schooled her features.

"This cannot happen again," she insisted.

She had barely finished her words when Ronan wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Her breast collided against his chest. His lips found hers, and he started kissing her deeply. Illyia was a bit unresponsive at first, but she ultimately melted into his arms and started to kiss back passionately. They separated after a few moments, gasping for breath. He was staring at her with a smug smirk on his face, while she was entirely flushed and embarrassed.

"Rogue!" She muttered in a low voice. "Degenerate!"

Ronan laughed at her feigned irritation. She took a deep breath to compose herself.

"Go get ready," she said.

"You are already late for college. And I am preparing breakfast for you, too," she added shyly.

"Okay!" he replied.

He did not tease her any further and left for his own apartment. He was running late, and he was absolutely going to miss his first class. But if he hurried, he could still catch the second one on time.

Ronan returned to Illyia’s apartment ten minutes later. He had taken a quick bath, dressed in fresh clothes, and was ready for breakfast. Illyia served him the food. They ate in comfortable silence. He did not tease her, and neither did she bring up the topic of the previous night.

"I am leaving," he remarked as he stood up after finishing his meal.

Like a good ’housewife’, Illyia arrived at the door of her apartment to see him off. Before finally leaving the house, Ronan once again wrapped her in a hug.

"Wait for me like a good girl," he said, giving both of her ass cheeks a firm squeeze.

"Mhm!" A startled moan escaped her lips.

Ronan gave a quick peck on her lips. Before she could say anything else, Ronan almost sprinted away and was out the main door. What he did not see was the small, bashful smile on her face and the deep redness on her cheeks once he was gone. But this reaction was short lived, as she quickly schooled her face back into a neutral, strict expression. She hurried back into the apartment.

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Nothing remarkable happened for Ronan the entire day. He attended his classes and college went by as usual. He was about to take the bus back toward his area when his mobile rang. It was Mark.

"Hello!" The voice came through the speaker. "Are you coming?"

Ronan could tell that Mark was secretly hoping he would not show up. And for a brief moment, even Ronan reconsidered his decision. He for a moment wondered if he had made the decision in the spur of the moment? If he had chosen the wrong path? But his resolve did not change.

"Yes," he replied. "I will be there in an hour."

"Okay," Mark replied, slightly disappointed. "I will be waiting."

Ronan reached the designated location where they were supposed to meet. The very same alley in which he had beaten Mark the night before. Mark was already there waiting for him.

"Alone?" Ronan asked. "Where are the two of your lackeys?"

"They have gone for an errand," Mark replied.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned, looking uneasy.

"Yeah," Ronan replied confidently.

"Do not worry," he continued with an amused smile. "I would not back off."

He had been pondering this exact question during his entire bus ride, and he had conceded, after analyzing it from all possible perspectives, that this was the most optimal step he could take right now. It was not that there were no other options available, but Ronan was far less confident and certain about the success of those alternatives.

"Be warned then," Mark said. "Things are not going to be as simple as you think. You are going to have a hard time there."

"You are young and to be honest you do not appear rogue enough to fit as a thug or gangster," he continued. "You look sophisticated. Educated"

"Maybe I would look like a Mafia Lord," Ronan replied with a laugh. "You know how they show in movies and all."

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