Reckless – Episode 13&14
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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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All her life, Stacy’s eyes has never widened the way it is right now.
If it widens an inch more, her sockets might rip apart.
Gathering herself together, she pushed Dorian away from her back with an elbow cos Cove looks immovable in the front.
“What the hell was that!” She demanded, her eyes shooting overcharged laser beams.
“The hell was what?” Dorian replied, his smile still flashy, like he and Cove didn’t just set her world on fire.
“You must really think you both are the Alpha and the fuckin Omega of this campus, creeps!” Stacy snapped, looking at the front where Cove still stood like a statue.
“If we aren’t, then why are you sweating. Also, I can hear your rapid heartbeats. Bad Idea, are you scared?” Cove said flatly, his thick brows making a glitch.
Stacy shifted back again.
Dorian moved closer to Cove, standing right beside him.
Truly, Stacy could feel her chest thumping. Fear? It’s been long since she felt that, but this is raw.
She’s sweating slightly on the brows.
The third step she took was her last slow step, cos she whipped around and rushed out of the hall.
Tasha followed her.
“This partnership is ridiculous,” Tania scoffed.
“One rich, one poor—two mediocre liabilities,” Kehlani said, unimpressed.
She’d never understand why such insipid guys got handsome faces.
She left with Tania, and now it’s just Zendaya in the hall with them.
Cove’s eyes went to her.
The squirting disinfectant formed round droplets in front of her pumps on the ground.
“What? Wanna scream?” Cove’s head went to the side.
“Raw, or condom?” Dorian added, his hands in pockets.
And that was when she threw down the disinfectant. She ran out of the hall, her breàsts running with her.
When she went out of sight, Dorian let out the laughter he has been holding in.
Cove just stared into space.
“The mighty queen bee of Glitz Society is scared of s+×? I’d pay any amount to see the scared-stiff look on her face after you said that! I wonder what’d happen if she sees me n+k€d. Is she gon’ pass out if she sees my D?” Dorian breathed, his words coming out hitch-free with his laughter.
“Are you always like this?” Cove said, already walking down the hall with him. Their steps aligned.
“Always like what? Carefree? Careless? Flir+y?” Dorian said, “That’s like my whole personality, Fabio.”
His laughter stopped, but he still maintained his sweet, sweet smile.
“It’s Cove…” Cove corrected, his walk slowing as they descended the staircase to the first floor.
“Cove is too common for everybody, so as your best friend, I chose to call you your surname from now on. How about you start calling me my surname Wesley too? Hmm?” Dorian replied cheerfully.
“Best friend? Snap out of your painful hallucinations, d+k. I’m never gonna befriend you,” Cove gave him a dry look.
“Seriously, how do you pull this off effortlessly?” Dorian stopped in front of him on a lower staircase.
Cove had to halt too.
“This morning, we attacked Remo together, and just now we teased Stacy together too, but each time, you manage to snap back to your mean, cold self. I might just die of cold at this rate.” Dorian said.
Cove moved his lips, but before he could say something hurtful, Dorian received a call from Angela.
“Hey Angel! Sup?”
“Your mum has been calling you since daybreak, but you haven’t been picking, why?” She asked.
Dorian’s mood fell off immediately.
“Cos I’m not in the mood to talk to her? Listen, she’s just gonna say boring brain-frying stuff again so why the f+k should I care?”
“Are you serious right now?” Angela gasped. “Before you left San Francisco, you promised to never bounce her calls”
“Angel—”
“Rian, you definitely don’t want your mom to come to LA. You won’t like it if she comes to this city to suffocate you with her presence,” Angela interrupted.
“What are you talking about?” Dorian’s brows curved.
“She said she’d call my phone in fifteen minutes, and if you’re not here to talk to her by then, she’d touch down tomorrow in this LA city,” Angela explained.
“You’re kidding,” Dorian’s eyes showed how highly unesy that news made him.
“Try me,” Angela replied.
“Shit,” Dorian hung up.
“Fabio, I’ve got a urgent situation to take care of right now! I gotta go! Don’t forget to come to the concert!.” He said in a rush before running over the remaining staircases.
He was literally taking two staircases at a time till he jumped down and rushed out of the library building.
His hidden and unhidden guards followed him out.
When Cove counted them, they’re 21, and more are surely still outside.
Must be suffocating.
Cove was still standing on that staircase when his phone bleeped.
It’s a new mail from a campus building manager.
- Your tutorial building is ready for assessment.
He pocketed the phone and left the library, doing a two minutes walk to the new building.
This campus is excessively large with several acres of unused land, so new buildings arise almost every two months, and this building is one of the new buildings.
The fact that it’s not far from the library is the icing on top.
It’s a storey building, and Cove was only given a hall on the top floor, but he’s very much ok with it.
He has a certain number of students he’s planning to take anyways.
He opened the white double doors of the hall, and if he was impressed by it, it didn’t show on his face.
He stayed indifferent.
The hall is wide enough to accommodate fifty students, but he’s not even planning to take that much.
He remained flat as he checked it out.
Good sitting space, wide white board, a full pack of markers, a projector, and soundproof walls too.
He dropped his laptop on a desk, opening it and trying to test it’s connectivity with the projector.
Someone else entered the hall, and he had to turn back slightly.
It’s Trinidad.
She’s still wearing her regalia jersey, holding a ball in her underarm.
Her short hair is slightly wet, scattered over her face.
“The Coding Wizard is planning on tutorials?” She looked around.
Cove was silent.
“It’s still baffling that the Chancellor agrees to whatever you say. The lecturers are scared of you cos they don’t want you to get them fired, and now that you’re starting a tutorial, the students will probably start getting scared of you too.” She said.
“What are you doing here?” Cove asked, nearly inaudible, returning his eyes to the laptop screen.
“We had a football match, but it was cancelled in the middle of the second half cos there was no scores from both teams, so I figured I could use exercise to wake up. Roxy and Elmira couldn’t wait for me to finish my exercises, so they left me in campus. I got done ten minutes ago and was returning to the wardrobe suite to change when I saw you heading here. I got curious, and I followed.”
“I didn’t ask for an explanation about how your day went,” he replied.
Trinidad smiled slightly, going closer.
She watched his laptop screen, and when he tapped the last button, the projector came on.
Perfectly.
“The Chancellor can never give you trash. You’re your boss’s wild card in the repair garage, and in this campus too, you’re like the Chancellor’s wild card too.” Trinidad commented.
Cove packed up—the laptop and books. He started leaving.
“You don’t need an assistant for this tutorial? Someone has to help you gather students, don’t you think? I’m up for the job, and don’t worry, i won’t charge you,” Trinidad said.
He didn’t stop walking.
“And I’ll try to talk less. I know you don’t like noise,” She added.
He still didn’t pause, but when he got to the door, he finally paused and turned back to her.
“Twenty serious students. 5pm on Monday,” he said.
“Trust me, ice prince.” Trinidad nodded, stepping out too.
There’s a key in the keyhole, even an extra key hanging on the holder.
Cove turned the key, locked the door and left the building.
Trinidad leaned on the railings, watching him from there till he disappeared down the campus gate.
“He should be Ice-water instead of Cove,” she muttered.
She retrieved her phone and took a single picture of herself, posting with the caption…
~ Another point added to my portfolio; Footballer, Computer Science genius, now an assistant tutor to the Wizard—Cove Fabio.
She posted that to anger some bitçhes, and it’d surely work.
She left IG and went to the Computer Science Major group to post…
~ Cove’s Tutorial about to commence, any interested candidates? Note; Not fuckin free, make sure you’re loaded, and come with your brains.
She jogged down the stairwell after posting that update.
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[Dorian’s Mansion]Dorian arrived at exactly fourteen minutes, and if the drive to the estate was crazy, his run inside was crazier—thanks to his athletic legs.
He met Angela waiting in the living room, holding her ringing phone. It’s exactly fifteen minutes now.
Dorian took a deep breath before taking the phone from her, and he still checked the screen first to confirm his worries.
It’s Kaylee…his mother for real.
He swiped green, lifting the phone to his right ear.
“Mama K,” he said, taking his seat.
He’s fond of calling her that since her name starts with K.
“I’m pretty sure you’re enjoying yourself. Aren’t you?” Kaylee’s tingly voice sieved in. “And that’s why your fingers are too heavy to pick my calls on your own phone.”
“Mama—”
“Don’t mama me, Rian.” Kaylee cut in stringently. “You wanted to go over there to Los Angeles to finish your university education, and I said yes, and now you’re not only bouncing my calls but also befriending a garage boy? What is wrong with you?”
“You’re in San Francisco, but somehow you know everything going on here. You’ll never not be well-informed,” Dorian replied, shooting a glare at Angela.
“Of course I know everything ongoing. You’ve chose to not take over my Banking Network. You choose music and I didn’t go against it, and that’s the exact way you won’t ever go against my wishes too. You’ll terminate the filthy friendship between you and that garage boy!” Kaylee slammed.
“His name is Cove, not garage boy, and he’s a genius,” Dorian stood from his couch immediately.
“I do not fuckin care, Rian. There are many beneficial students in that campus you can befriend, and you actually chose a charity case?” Kaylee went on strictly.
“Beneficial students like?” Dorian’s hand went to his hair.
He’s trying so hard to keep up with his mother’s demands.
“Remo Lane is a Minister’s son! Can’t you befriend Remo?” Kaylee shouted.
“No you did not just mention the name of that bastard!” Dorian shouted back immediately.
“I’m not done!” Kaylee snarled. “What of Scott Young? His father Silas owns Y Group, the largest conglomerate in this country. And there’s Max… Max’s father is an Influential socialite, then Frank! Frank’s father is the richest neurosurgeon in this country!”
As Kayla called the names, Dorian lost his patience bit by bit.
“And should I start with the girls? Trinidad Brooke… Her father is a sickly rich investor. Roxy? Her father is into real estate! Don’t even make me mention the Glitz Society girls cos their fathers are on top, especially Stacy! Why the hell can you not befriend any of the mentioned students but chose a poor thing?”
By now, every bit of patience in Dorian has melted, but he’s still holding on by a nonexistent string cos if he gets angry and shouts at Kaylee, then she’d blow this out of proportion, so he stayed calm.
“None of the students you mentioned are as rich as us, except Stacy,” he said gently, feeling his head ticking.
“Yeah, but they’re still mad RICH! Don’t you get it? Rian, can you stop disappointing me? Gawd, choose a friend that’s worthy of you, not the garage boy!” Kaylee shot.
Dorian didn’t talk again.
He just sat back on the couch.
“Tonight is your concert. Do well as usual. Blow them away.” Kaylee continued, and he nodded.
“Of course, bye.”
He hung up and threw the phone on the center table, feeling like all the bones in him has been extracted and thrown to the dogs.
“If you’re thinking I fed the information of your movements to Kaylee, then you’re wrong. I’d never snitch on you, Riri.” Angela said.
“Then how?” Dorian looked up, his eyes mad. “How the hell did Mama K find out about Cove?”
“Did you forget Kaylee employed the guards following you around?” Angela sat beside him.
“Bloody hell,” Dorian muttered, shoving his fingers in his shinny hair.
“Of course they report to her on a daily basis, and that’s why you should be careful and do as she said. You don’t want her crashing out again,” Angela rubbed his shoulder.
“I’m never cutting my friendship with Cove. That dude is like a rock and nothing impresses him. Now that I’m finally getting to him bit by bit, I’m to let it go? Nah.” He stood.
Angela’s arm fell from his shoulder.
“But Riri—”
“You know how much I struggled with friends in highschool, Angel. Every guy only wanted to befriend me cos I’m the celebrity Dorian, but Cove is different. He doesn’t care about my popularity, and it’s exactly what I’ve been looking for. Can’t I make a real friend for once? I enjoy his company too.” He cut in.
Angela sighed, standing with him.
Before she could say another word, her alarm beeped, and two cars drove into the mansion.
“The crew members are here, time for the last practice before the concert,” Angela nodded, taking a medicine bottle and rolling out a Advil pill, giving it to Dorian.
He gets headache anytime he speaks to his mother, so the pill is to calm his head down and soothe the headache.
He took it, swallowed without water before following Angela to the inbuilt studio with the crew.
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[Montana Mansion]Everyone of the girls are here in Stacy’s bedroom.
They came here straight from campus, actually.
It’s been an hour now, but their conversation hasn’t left the space of Dorian and Cove.
“I got the chills when the garage boy said that, I won’t lie,” Stacy confessed.
She’s standing by the door of her closet, body leaning on the frame.
“I knew it. You looked paralyzed in the middle of the guys and I’ve never seen you like that before,” Tasha replied from the bed.
She’s lying down with Tania beside her while Kehlani and Zendaya slept on the floor leisurely.
Kehlani’s leg is raised from the floor to the bed, and get sleek white painted toenails glittered.
“So…you caught feelings?” Tania gave Stacy a stare.
“What are you even saying?” Stacy moved forward, her eyes unwelcoming.
“Cos you and Tasha are even doing more than Zendaya at this rate. Why the fûck would you be affected by what he said? Did you get wet?” Kehlani sat up in bed.
Zendaya held her breaths as she expected Stacy’s answer.
“F+k you, Lani. Wet for who?” Stacy responded glaringly. “The garage boy or Dorian?”
“You just said you got the chills when the garage boy said he’d make you scream,” Tania said.
“And how the f+k is chills associated with wetness? You have to like someone to get wet for them cos the pussy isn’t blind,” Zendaya talked.
“Thank you, Zen, cos I don’t understand what the f+k Lani and Tania be talking about,” Stacy pointed fingers. “Y’all know about my fear of s+×! I’m still the only v¡rgin among y’all cos of this fear so stop trying to get on my nerves!”
“Tania had a very bad field day cos the football march was cancelled earlier, don’t blame her,” Tasha chirped in, pressing her lips together to smoothen her lipstick.
“So…who do you think has the biggest D between the two?” Kehlani asked.
“Don’t start again, Lani. Last time you made us debate over Scott’s d+k, now it’s Dorian and the garage boy?” Stacy giggled, coming closer.
“It’s fun gossiping about them in their absence,” Kehlani winked.
“It’s obviously Covey. He works out I can prove it.” Zendaya said.
“Nah, it’s gotta be Dorian. He works out too. You don’t see his new IG pictures? Snapped in a gym. He works out too, that body is fuckin banging,” Tasha spoke up.
“Twin, you’re following Dorian on IG?” Tania blinked.
“Saw his page on my feed, that’s all.” Tasha shrugged.
Tania relaxed.
“It’s the garage boy, I think. Poor boys and big covks are like 5 and 6,” Kehlani made faces.
“Nah…that guy’s ego is probably bigger than his dîck so it’s Dorian, please.” Tania said.
“Maybe they both have the same size since they’re both annoying? Wait… Garage boy is actually more annoying so his d+k takes the crown, Stacy said with spread palms.
Then they all bursted into laughter.
“We all belong in the loony bin,” Stacy caught her breaths, grazing her thumb on her navel ring.
Zendaya went online, and the first post she saw in the Computer Science Major group is about Cove’s tutorials starting on Monday.
She didn’t even look at the name of the poster before clicking the link to register for it.
After registering, she finally saw the name of the poster.
Trinidad???
“Why the f+k is Trinidad posting Covey’s tutorial link?” Zendaya spranged up fearfully.
“What’s up?” The twins asked at the same time.
“Covey wants to start paid tutorials on Monday, and Trinidad is the one in charge of the registration. She posted the link!” Zendaya gasped.
“Trinidad and her girls are wenches, the garage boy is a twerp, so they actually match.” Tania shrugged.
“No don’t tell me they’re actually dating. I’m gonna die for real.” Zendaya said fearfully.
“Dating?” Stacy scoffed. “Garage boy doesn’t look like someone who can date.” She rolled eyes.
“That bîtch Trinidad is brilliant too, so I get why they’re working together,” Tasha said.
“I hope it’s actually just work and not dating,” Zendaya calmed.
“I’m convinced at this rate that garage boy cast a spell on you. Why the fûck would you be so into him?” Stacy said
“You’re never gonna understand, Stacy,” Zendaya waved her off.
Kehlani’s phone lightened up, and a smile spread on her face as it’s a text from her boyfriend Max.
“Hey girls, I have to go meet Max at the Meet Up right now,” she spranged up, wearing her heels back.
“We’re clubbing tonight, yeah? When you guys are done chosing location, send it to the group,” she said.
“I told y’all I’m gonna be attending Dorian’s concert, so I’m definitely not clubbing with you guys,” Stacy said.
“That makes four of us then,” Kehlani blew kisses. “Involve me when the location drops!”
Then she rushed out.
“And i’m definitely not wearing any of my slutty outfits to club tonight. I need something more revealing. Need to go shopping,” Tania said.
“Me too, twin.” Tasha groaned.
They jumped down from the bed.
“I need a half bra. I’m planning to try it out tonight,” Zendaya said.
“Half bra with the sinful load on your chest? Zen, are you like planning to murder the guys tonight at the club?” Tasha laughed.
“That’d be so f+kin s+×y!” Stacy remarked. “Do it! I’m in support!”
“Of course you’re in support! Ambassador of handkerchief outfits!” Tasha said, and Stacy chuckled.
Zendaya followed the twins, and the three left the mansion together.
Stacy fell on her bed, feeling alone. She lay there; legs crossed palms rested on her br+sts.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then…it came.. like a storm…to her head…his voice….
“She’s too fragile to scream the type of scream my ears are starving to ear. She might just die screaming.”
When that statement sounded in her head, she blinked twice, trying to send it off, but it sounded again.
And again.
She sat up fast, getting down from the bed with a spring.
“F+k, why is his voice haunting me?” She muttered, rushing out of the room, only to meet Anita outside.
She was about to come in.
“Anita,” she breathed.
“Are you ok?” Anita asked worriedly, seeing her restless eyes.
“Yeah…I’m good. Anything up?”
“I’m making dinner already, but the ribs might take too long to braise, so I wanted to come ask if I should get you some hors d’oeuvre,” Anita said.
“No I don’t need them. You don’t have to make dinner too cos I’ll be going to Dorian’s concert later.” Stacy cleared.
“You’re going to Dorian’s concert?” Anita’s face lit up.
“Yeah, I have to go. Wanna go with me?” Stacy asked.
“Nope, I’ll be ok at home,” Anita quickly replied, the sparks in her eyes dying fast.
“Now that I think about it, you’ve never attended his concert despite being a fan.” Stacy frowned.
The main door opened downstairs, and both females rushed to the stairwell to see who.
It’s Albert.
“Mr. Montana,” Anita smiled, but it wasn’t the same for Stacy.
Stacy left the stairwell and went back into her room.
Albert entered with her.
The good-looking man took off his suit and dropped it for Anita.
“Stacy I got news that you yanked your guards. The guards don’t follow you around again?” he said breathlessly.
“Cos their presence is suffocating?” Stacy turned her back on him.
“Suffocating? What the hell, sweetheart. You know I have enemies like shit, and they know you’re my only weakness! Do you wanna get kidnapped? Huh?” Stacy!” Albert pulled her arms.
She shook him off.
“I won’t survive it if anything happens to you, Stacy. Why the hell would you yank your guards?”
“Cos I wanted you to come see me!” Stacy yelled, facing him.
Tears already welled in her eyes, they’re just not falling.
“The other time, I had to ruin a concert and get hit with a microphone before you came, but you received a work call and left. You didn’t call me and ask about my wellbeing. Now I had to yank my guards before you came? Fûck, I hate you so much! Is it such a crime to want my dad around?” She sniffled, wiping the tears.
She didn’t let them fall.
Guiltily, Albert stood there, not knowing what to do for the first two minutes, but then he pulled her closer slowly, hugging her.
Her face pressed his chest, and as she sniffled, he pat her back.
“I’m so sorry, Stacy. I have no excuse but work, and you know I’m working for you. You’re my only one and I can’t let you suffer,”
“You can still work and at the same time come see me. Or at least call me always. Everytime, every hour if possible.” She hiccupped.
Albert broke the hug, holding her round face with a small smile.
“I’ll change, I promise, and this coming Sunday? I’ll spend it at home with you, I promise.”
“Don’t you dare break that promise,” she frowned cutely.
Albert’s smile widened, and he hugged her again.
“Ok Mummy, I won’t.” He said.
Behind them, Anita smiled too. She’s the only one aware that behind that mean girl exterior Stacy shows outside, she’s a complete baby with her dad in this house.
Minutes Later, Albert left, and that’s after he made sure the guards got called back for Stacy’s protection.
Stacy sat in front of her mirror, feeling much better now. She made a call to the gift store for Dorian’s gift.
While Anita entered her closet to pick her outfit, she began wearing makeup for herself.
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[Meet Up]The Meet Up is like a relaxation center for RIDE students.
It’s the most popular place in Bel-Air cos the campus students patronize it a lot, and it’s always filled, especially in Fridays like today.
Scott and Max and Frank are smoking pot, but Remo has a 40+ old woman on his laps.
The only thing covering her n+kedn€ss is the n1ppl€ cover on her n1ppl€s, and the g-str¡ngs on her waist. Other than those, she’s bare to all eyes, and she’s all-over Remo.
Kissing, spitting, tonguing, laughing, pouring drinks for him and grinding her arse on his growing d+k.
“Did someone make Remo angry?” She asked when she noticed how aggressively Remo is vaping the pot.
“A bastard ruined his day in campus,” Frank grunted.
“Actually, two bastards,” Max said.
“Thinking about how I used my finger to vote STAY for Cove is making me go crazy here.” Remo said.
“I’m going to ease your stress, Can I?” The woman asked shamelessly.
“Do what you’re good at.” Remo relaxed totally on that couch.
And that was the kick.
The woman tore off the g-strings she wore, baring herself totally.
Not minding the number of people in that angle. She raised herself, using her fingers. She spread her p+xy apart, then sat on his cvck.
It slipped in easily, and she began riding. Wickedly, Remo slapped her in the face, and it felt like a present as the sound hit the walls.
“I love it when you slap me,” she moaned, and that was followed by five more slaps to that same cheek which made her grin sickly.
Her cheek turned bright red.
She rode, he stayed still without making a sound. She moaned, and the others just watched.
Frank joined them shortly, and he handled the woman’s br+sts, sucking while she bounced on Scott’s c+k.
Max is focused on his phone, awaiting Kehlani’s arrival.
Scott is just smoking, and at the same time he’s guzzling alcohol, making checks about Cove on his phone.
At the opposite angle, Elmira and Roxy sat in their bikinis.
They’re preparing to go swim, but not without Trinidad.
Trinidad isn’t here yet.
Roxy picked her phone to text Trinidad, and as for Elmira, she’s on another hunt.
She clicked two pictures in her gallery and sent them over to Max.
When Max’s phone buzzed, he clicked on the new Whatsapp message.
The view one photos made him stiff.
N+des.
Elmira’s nudes.
Her a$s? Enormous!
Did she do BBL during last semester break? What the f+k!
This is what she has been covering with the uniform skirt?
Shit!
He looked up, and his eyes met with Elmira’s greedily lustful ones on the other side.
By now, Trinidad has arrived.
Trinidad doesn’t wear bik¡ni. She changed into shorts and singlet, following her girls to the pool.
As they moved to the door, Elmira’s eyes stayed on Max, and Max too found it hard to look away.
Now it’s very obvious. Her arss in that bikini. She’s a ten.
He got hard, his d+k nearly punctured his p@nts.
“So you’re Cove’s new tutorial assistant?” Roxy said when the girls arrived at the pool.
“Any problem with assisting your tenant?” Trinidad raised her brows.
“No. I’m just so eager to see where this will land,” Roxy smiled.
“The most interesting part? Buffalo registered,” Trinidad chuckled.
“Zendaya the Hippie?” Elmira asked with a laugh.
“I can’t wait to drag her to hell,” Trinidad said.
—
Back inside, the woman is still riding Remo. Just that Remo is now responding with guttural groans.
He slapped her harder, commanding her to ride faster.
She received the twentieth slap, and she orgasmed before dropping herself down on his c+vk again.
Frank is still busy sucking her b👀bies, and Scott is still busy smoking silently.
Max? He’s still staring at Elmira’s nudes, but when he saw Kehlani arriving, he quickly deleted the conversation and pocketed his phone, standing.
He hugged Kehlani.
“You kept me waiting,” he groaned.
“I had a hard time chosing something s+×y. Wanted to look hot for you,” she pouted, and he smiled big, sweeping her up in his arms.
“Where are we going?” She laughed, arms wrapped on his neck.
“There’s a good parmesan cheese spot at the other side. Let’s have dinner together,” he kissed her.
“Can’t wait,” she kissed him back, rolling eyes at Remo as Max carried her away from that angle.
Scott shot to his feet immediately.
“I’m going home. Dad and his wife ain’t home now,” he said.
Remo pushed the woman on his laps away easily like cotton. He pulled up his pants and belted up.
“I’m coming with you to see your stepbrother. Someone gotta take the punishment for what Cove and Dorian did today,” he smiled.
“On point,” Frank remarked.
—
[No Sleep Garage, 7pm]“The concert is 7:30, Wizard. Let’s leave. By 9:30 we’ll be back, or 10pm at most,” Trevor said desperately.
He’s all dressed for the concert, but Cove is still working on a car, so focused like he’s never gonna leave it
Sweat sheered his face, and his gloved hand moved with calculated brilliance on the car engines.
His abs flexed under his skin. He didn’t have to try.
Matteo joined them, and Trevor went to the boss man.
“Look, he’s not ready to move,”
“Cove, we already talked about this,” Matteo said carefully.
Cove lifted himself off the engine, dropping the bonnet.
“I remember telling you to find another commodity,” He said strictly, going inside.
“But i was only trying to get you a friend. You’ve never had a friend, even in your former campus. You can’t continue like this,” Matteo followed him closely.
“Get me a friend by taking money to sell me out per hour?” Cove glared, entering the tool room.
“If money wasn’t involved, I’d have done this same thing. Dorian is a nice guy,” Matteo said.
Cove turned. “Return the money you’ve taken from him,”
“I already spent half,” Matteo muttered guiltily.
Cove smirked.
“Follow Trevor to the concert this once, and I’ll let you be my boss for a whole day.” Matteo quickly said.
“What’s the use? Even now you’re just a boss by title. What do you know about cars?” Cove cockily said.
“Cove!” Trevor cautioned.
Matteo nodded.
“Fine, I know nothing about cars. I’m just a fool who owns a repair garage. Go to the concert, and I promise to stop selling you out per hour. I promise.” He said.
Cove wiped the sweat on his jaw, slowly with his glove.
He threw his head back.
—
[Young Mansion]When Scott arrived with his friends, the parents truly aren’t around.
But Kane is home.
He’s descending the stairs, all dressed for the concert.
“Kane!!” Remo laughed.
Kane didn’t stop walking. He went past them, but Remo placed his leg on the way. Kane stumbled on it and fell heavily, hurting his calves.
“Ahh!” He winced.
Remo squatted beside him, smiling devilishly.
“You were going to walk past us? That’s a sin punishable by death, Kane. Don’t do that.” He whispered.
Kane sat up, and when he tried to stand, Remo placed a leg on his shoulder, pressing him back down.
“Let go of me!” Kane pushed.
Remo slapped him.
Frank went to the kitchen and got a pile of flat ceramic plates, inserted into each other. Like twenty of them.
When Kane saw him coming, he quickly held Scott’s leg.
“Please… please don’t let them….”
Before he could finish, Scott roughly took his leg away from him.
He went upstairs, leaving him there.
“Scott!” Kane shouted, but he was slapped again—by Frank this time.
Kane returned to his knees.
Remo took the pile of twenty ceramics. He split it into two.
He raised Kane’s arms up, then he placed ten plates on each palm.
“Better hold them steadily cos if one falls, you receive two slaps.” Remo whispered, grinning.
Kane’s arms shook.
—
[Aqua Dome, 7:40pm]Even before 7, the Dome was already full beyond full.
This place is more majestic bigger than Magik arena where Stacy ruined the concert last week.
Happy chatters and excited hums dominated the dome like a beehive.
Their joy is contagious.
Lots of girls are holding Dorian’s picture cards, waving them in the air, and the other lots are holding the diamond-shaped light stick. Eighty percent of them wore his merch too.
It’s a full house of obsessed fans, and as Cove sat on the VVIP spot with Trevor, he threw his gaze around like a predator looking for his prey..
Trevor is beside him, having the best night of his life and capturing every moment with his iphone.
He’s too elated to be in this VVIP seat. The seat is on a small balcony in the Dome, and they’re the only two there.
The stage is too close they can witness everything rawly in their blood.
Suddenly, the Dome lights died.
Silence swallowed the arena, and a single pulse of red strobes cut through the darkness like a warning.
From the shadows, he appeared—tall, lithe, his black diamond-studded leather jacket catching the faint light.
The crowd didn’t scream immediately. They waited, sensing something magnetic.
A low growl of the guitar started, shaking the floors.
Dorian walked to the edge of the stage, every step measured, like he’s claiming his territory. His styled hair hung in his eyes, partially hiding the smirk that teased the audience.
He raised his guitar.
The 20,000 crowd erupted.
Screams that could kill. Ululations that could deafen. Dangerous howls.
- Whoooooooooo!!!!!!!
- Bless me! So beautiful!!!!
- He eats with his stage outfit and presence everytime! I love you!!!
- My baby is so f+kin hot!!!
- I can’t handle his aura!
- Ri-Rian!!!!!!!!!!!!
- What the f+k!!!!
Dorian flashed his catchy smile, screaming into the microphone.
“DIAMONDS!!!!”
“Unrivaled Reflection!!!!” The crowd screamed back, shaking the Dome to the foundation it could crash.
The thousands of voices fed his presence till it was sheening.
Then, the drum entered. Lights exploded white and violet, flashing across Dorian’s sharp features.
He raised the mic slowly, tilting his head. He leaned into the sound, opened his mouth to sing.
His dark, melodiously intoxicating voice tore through the crowd, raw and electric,
Dorian♪ (Verse 1)
Your moan is carved into my mattress springs,
Your breaths still coil around my ribs.
You thought you could leave without a scar,
But I memorized the way your heartbeats slipped.
Your skin was scripture under my hands,
I learned every verse like holy sin.
You walked away like mercy was real,
But mercy never lived beneath my kiss.
Pre-Chorus♪
I don’t share what I claim,
You knew the rule when you moaned my name.
Every ghost in this room is you, and I don’t exorcise what I own.
Chorus♪
My bed remembers you better than I do,
It knows the curve of your body, the taste of your mouth.
You said forever like it was just a word,
Now forever is a cage and you’re the bird.
You’re etched into every dark thread,
Love is a leash and you’re tied to my bed.
Run if you want, but no matter how fast, you’ll still end up in my cage.
…
Now, Dorian let go of the mic, focusing on his guitar, joining the instrumentals to pull strings and lulling his neck in style, smiling wide.
That one verse made the crowd mad again. This song—My Bed is his most streamed song currently, and he put it first tonight for that reason.
As the verse 2 entered, Trevor was losing his mind beside Cove in the VVIP spot. He has dropped his phone, and now he’s singing the song word for word. Cove just watched, silently and wordlessly as usual.
Till that song ended.
Instrumentals of the second song was playing when Stacy entered.
She bought the VVIP ticket too, so her closeness to the stage made things easy as she came in through the backdoor with her guards.
She wore a tiny black micro-skirt that hugged her waist and showed off her spotless legs, the fabric glossy.
Her top is a strapless corset-style crop top that shaped her waist.
She paired it with thin-strapped stiletto heels, chunky silver hoop earrings, and a delicate waist chain.
Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail with perfect baby hairs, her lips glossy and her eyeliner sharp.
Total mean girl aesthetic.
She’s pushing a trolley containing marigold flowers—her gift for Dorian. She made findings, and she she found out he hates marigold.
Professionally, Dorian’s backstage guards stopped her from entering.
Angela joined them, and she took one long painful look at Stacy, remembering her name is part of the students Kaylee mentioned that Dorian should make friends with.
“Let her,” she told the guards.
In shock, the guards made way, and with a smirk, Stacy went on stage, pushing the trolley with her.
Immediately she entered, Angela’s eyes widened.
“Marigold?” She gasped. “She brought marigold? Riri hates marigold!”
—
When Stacy arrived on Stage, Dorian was still on the instrumental for his second song.
The crowd even saw her before he did. Their screams lessened, and they began pointing hands.
He looked back, and his eyes widened a bit when he saw her coming.
The main problem wasn’t her, it was the marigold flowers she came with.
He’s not allergic to them or anything, but he hates those flowers for his own personal, private reasons.
The crowd screams lessened more and more, but Stacy’s smile brightened till she arrived beside him, giving him her biggest smile.
The instrumentals didn’t stop playing, just that it’s lacking guitar now since Dorian is supposed to be the stringer.
“Told ya, I’d come.” She smiled gracefully, taking the microphone.
She faced the crowd.
“Hey Diamonds. I ruined last concert with my temperament and even wounded a boy. Now I’m here to say sorry to y’all,” she flashed her smile. “It was a one-time senseless move, and that’d be the last, I promise.”
Some of the crowd screamed in agreement, and the other half hooted in disagreement.
Dorian stood there, watching her do what she does best—getting attention.
His eyes are empty.
“Trevor. The boy I mistakenly hit with a microphone. Is he here?” She continued.
Then a single spotlight came on in the VVIP balcony, revealing Trevor.
Stacy smiled again.
“After this concert, I’ll take you out on a dinner to apologize properly!”
“I don’t want it, but you should apologize to my brother for making him get arrested,” Trevor replied.
Now the Dome is silent. It’s like the fans planned the silence.
Stacy’s mind picked race.
“Your brother?”
And that was when the second spotlight came on in that balcony, showering Cove with illumination.
He stood there, hoodie half-zipped, pants dark like his eyes. Hair half-sprawled on his face.
Stacy’s eyes widened.
He’s here too?
F+k! F+k. Another f+k.
The microphone fell from her, and Dorian smiled behind her.
“No,” she muttered, his words from this morning haunting her again.
“She’s too fragile to scream the type of scream my ears are starving to ear. She might just die screaming.”
Her stomach lurched.
Something foreign twisted low in her midsection—wrong and invasive.
She spun, desperate to flee the stage, but Dorian stepped into her path, cutting off escape like a closing door.
She sucked in a breath.
“Cove is my best friend. It would be rude for her to leave a stage this expensive without showing remorse,” Dorian said, voice calm as he addressed the hushed audience.
“Wrong?”
“You’re always right!” the crowd of fans roared back.
Then the chant erupted.
“Apo-lo-gize!”
“Apo-lo-gize!”
The sound hit Stacy from all angles.
Her stomach flipped again when Dorian’s gaze locked onto hers—dark and deliberately hunting.
“Say it, beg,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Break. Show him how remorseful you are”
Stacy lifted her eyes to that balcony to meet Cove’s darker eyes.
Now, Cove is no longer blank.
A cruel curve tugged at his lips.
A smirky smile.
Stacy’s stomach twisted for the third time. Her jaws dropped.
TBC.
