Reckless – Episode 53&54

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Reckless – Episode 53&54

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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[RIDE University, Wardrobe Suite]

In a rough push, Stacy’s palm pressed into Cove’s chest, but that only drove him more feral.

Intense brutality.

He took her two wrists into one hand, pinning the both above her head in the stuffy wardrobe.

His mouth ate hers. His heavy impatient breaths drowned her tiny, tiny squirms.

She’s not kissing back, but he doesn’t care, he just wants to dominate.

A slim bead of sweat crawled down her throat, down her chest, down the middle of her breàsts.

She bit his lip, and that made him pull away with a grunt.

His lip bled slightly, and when he touched with his finger and saw blood, he smiled before looking up to catch her breathless face.

His smile curved when he saw the bite mark on her lip is now fresher .

Now he likes the bite she gave him too, and the craziest catch is that she bit him on the same spot he bit her on, so they look branded.

As if they stamped each other.

“I like it, the bite.” he whispered.

“What exactly do you want from me? Today, you act cold, next minute, you’re lukewarm. In a blink, you kiss me, say I’m nothing, and now I’m getting kissed again in a damn wardrobe! What’s your deal?” She demanded heatedly.

“Don’t get on the ice with Dorian tommorow,” he went blank.

“I’m definitely skating with him. Dorian is my friend and my other half on the ice! If skaters are gonna win tommorow, then I have to be on the ice with him!” She snapped.

He took her wrist, pulled her close with it suddenly.

“Other half on the ice? Sounds ugly. Say it again!” He demanded devilishly, his voice echoing inside the small cramped space.

“My other half on the—”

He held her chin, pressing her jaws down so she couldn’t finish the statement.

“Tell me who SHE is, and at least we can have a proper conversation!” She said through her teeth.

He let go of her, and she went back on the back of her foot till her back hit the wardrobe wood.

“Tommorow, learn how to cry before getting on that ice, cos you’ll be crushed, and after you get crushed, Dorian’s arm would be burnt, by me.” He promised, something snarky curling with his voice.

He walked out of the wardrobe, looking even more devilish than he was a minute ago.

Any other hand who even thinks of making a contact with her deserves the grave. He doesn’t have to even touch her, he only has to think of touching her, and he’s going to take his life and waste it.

Dorian is number one on the list of such offenders.

Yeah, offenders.

He took the last step out of the suite, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake.

Stacy came out of the wardrobe, looking totally disturbed and restless.

But she hasn’t changed her mind though. She’s gonna be on the ice with Dorian tommorow.

After all, the school paired them together, so it’s the least she can do to help herself.

Cos academically, games count too in this campus.

He won’t be the reason she loses with his twisted evil personality.

She touched herself on the lip.

The bite hurts, and his face flashed in her head, making her since.

“Nutjob,” she muttered.

The sounds of footsteps behind made her turn as swiftly as possible.

Her vision enlarged when she saw Zendaya coming at her with one of the trophies on the suite shelf.

She nearly smashed Stacy’s head with it, but Stacy quickly moved out of the way.

Zendaya stumbled and fell.

But she spranged up fast, grabbing the eagle trophy again. The wings are sharp, so her plan is to slash her with the wings, cut deep.

“You…” She pointed the trophy at Stacy. “Kissing him again? What are you gonna do next? Announce him as your boyfriend? I hate you!!! You have to die! Just go off!!!” She screamed, coming at her again.

“You already tried to kill me once, so I’m not even surprised you’re trying again,” Stacy muttered.

Zendaya stopped on her tracks immediately.

“Yesterday, the kidnapping….to the workshop.. attention seeker…voice modulator, burnt suit… It’s all you! You have an accomplice which I’m sure is your father!” Stacy said.

Zendaya’s eyes widened.

The trophy fell from her, and the wings broke as it landed on the ground.

She looks caught. Found out. Shaken.

“You even tried to shoot a gun at me, but thankfully, someone set your father’s suit on fire, and you know who that someone is? It’s the same guy you’re dying for… Yeah it’s him! It’s Covey!” Stacy smiled.

Zendaya’s eyes widened again.

“People change, actually, but yours is phenomenal, serious, horrendous! The worse you could do was shout at me and hit me which I was ready to take, but death?” Stacy shook her head, then she nodded.

“You’re a legend,”

“It’s a lie! You’re lying.” Zendaya snapped back quickly. Her shock flew off. “I caught you kissing him in that wardrobe and now you’re lying on me? Who wants to kill you attention seeker! I’d rather kill a rat!”

“There you go again, with the attention seeker nickname,” Stacy muttered, eyes going up.

Zendaya gasped, freezing.

Her phone made a sound in her pocket, and she brought it out with shaky fingers.

It’s her dad calling.

“Yeah, dad?” She picked.

But nothing came from her dad. All she’s hearing is…

“Move, Mr. Brown. Move forward!”

“I really don’t understand why rich people are never contented. You kidnapped Stacy Montana?”

“I’d love to see you rot in jail!”

Zendaya’s vision seemed to blur, and she had to blink, straining her ears to make sure she’s not mishearing.

“Dad?” She muttered.

“Dad!!!”

“Seems your dad already got caught by my dad. Karma is impatient these days, and trust me your father will rot in jail for desiring my dad’s Media Houses.” Stacy smiled.

Zendaya ran madly out of the wardrobe suite.

Stacy made to step out too, but she noticed her pin-under top pin is out, and her leggings is low on her waist. Her pink floral panty is showing.

It’s as a result of his rough-handling.

“That madman,” she muttered, pulling her leggings up her waist and pinning the too back.

She left the suite, and this is when she realized the school is burning, literally.

Everyone else were focused before she left this rink, but now they’re in clusters, faces in their phones with wide mouths and eyes.

And comments like…

• Holy shit! Kehlani’s p+xxy?

• This is mad!

• Oh I’m gonna cum!

• Her m0ans! She can moan!

• Max I’m so f+kin dripping!

• Oh Max! (Laughter)

• If anyone told me I’d be seeing Kehlani Beckett’s s+x videos and nudes before I die, I’d deny it.

• Holy motherfuckin’ p+xxy!

• Damn, but she’s clean I swear. Look at that eatable cl1t.

Stacy felt like she was hearing rubbish at first. She felt heat as the gossips grew.

Her armpits felt wet.

Kehlani? Her Kehlani?

She picked her phone from where she dropped it earlier.

She didn’t even have to search the group.

She already received so many notifications about the trending videos already.

She clicked on one, and…

“F+k me harder! I love your c+ck so f+kin much!”

Kehlani’s moans filtered out of the video where she’s sitting on a very high chair, her legs aren’t touching the ground. She’s blindfolded, and while a strange guy held her legs apart, a blurred guy f+ked her.

The blurred guy is definitely Max.

And that video is the shortest of them all. The rest of them are more nasty.

Kehlani riding Max.

Kehlani sucking him.

Max fawking Kehlani with a v+brator.

Max eating ice in her p+xy.

And so many others.

But the poster made sure Max’s face is blurred out in everything.

“Oh…my…gawd.” Stacy muttered, her chest tightening as she lowered her phone and ran forward, searching for Kehlani in the crowded rink.

She was easy to find.

Kehlani sat in the middle of the rink, right on top of the ice.

Her head hung low, and Tasha sat there with her, covering her from the crowd of students around.

“Lani!” Stacy rushed to them, going on her knees beside Kehlani who slowly looked up.

Surprisingly, she’s not shedding tears.

Matter of fact, she’s smiling.

“I excepted this, and I’m seriously happy.” She muttered.

Tania rushed into the rink too. She was halfway through the football practice when she heard the news, and she had to rush here.

She pushed the students on her way off, and she knelt beside Kehlani too.

“Hey, Lani. Are you ok?”

Kehlani nodded.

“It’s my fault for agreeing with him when he told me he wanted us to start recording our intimacies. There was even one time he hired a male prostitute to hold me down while he fucked me on a chair. It’s my fault for falling for an animal, and I’m glad he finally spread this on the internet cos that’s my last property with him, and now I feel free.” She smiled.

Stacy pulled her into a deep hug immediately.

“I left Max at the stadium, couldn’t even face him before coming in a rush cos I was scared you’d be hurting yourself.” Tania said.

“I’m so sorry you had to experience this, baby.” Tasha said.

And a loud echo of claps sounded across the rink immediately, coming from Elmira who looks like she just conquered the world with Roxy right behind her.

“My sweet boy wants nothing to do with your arse anymore, so to break the chains completely, he poured his last memories of you on the internet. Go there, download, and keep it!” Elmira laughed with mockery.

“My love what are you saying?” Roxy blinked. “She can’t keep it for herself now, it’s online so everyone already saw her punani. Democracy at it’s finest!”

“Of the people, by the people, for the people!!” They chorused, laughing out loudly.

Every single person in the rink laughed with them except Kane.

He leaned on the barricade, watching everything silently.

Stacy suddenly stood, wanting to go attack Elmira. Tania stood too.

Kehlani quickly pulled both of them. “No. No don’t beat anyone cos of me. Tania you’ll kill her if you touch her, you barely escaped not playing in the match, and you Stacy I know you’ll beat Elmira but she’ll beat you too and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Stacy breathed out.

But Tania is still staring at Elmira and Roxy intently.

Stacy’s phone rang, and she wondered why her dad’s secretary is calling her.

She picked anyways, and what he told her made her gasp.

“What’s up?” Tasha asked.

“My dad … Fainted. Mr. Brown is behind my kidnap, and he has been nabbed.” She muttered.

“What!” They chorused.

A minute later, they’re all rushing out of the rink.

Another roar of laughter filled the rink from everybody. Elmira laughed the loudest, feeling so proud of herself.

But she paused when Max entered the rink.

“Babe!”

Max seems like he’s not in the mood to talk.

He just took her arm and dragged her out of the rink.

Kane smirked.

—

Max let go of Elmira inside the observatory, and she snorted at his sudden roughness.

“What the hell! Maxwell!”

“Who said you could transfer videos and pictures from my phone to yours and then go ahead to post it!” He yelled angrily.

“No you have no right to be angry,” Elmira frowned. “She’s your ex and I can do whatever the hell I want with her nudes!”

Max raised his hand on her for a slap. She quickly shut her eyes, but the slap never landed, so she opened her eyes to see his hand is down.

Tears rushed out of her eyes.

“Did you just try to hit me? Cos of your ex girlfriend?”

“The next time, Elmira…” He shifted closer, and she stepped back. “The next time you go behind me to do anything I don’t approve of, I won’t only break up with you but also post your nudes too!” He threatened.

Elmira sniffled, and Max left the observatory, making a fast call to one of the school group top admins.

“I want those pictures and videos down! You have five minutes to take them down!”

“But it’s useless, people already have it saved on their phones.”

“I don’t care! Take them down!” Max shouted, still mad.

He left the hall, and Elmira came out of the observatory, wiping her tears.

“To the deepest pit of hell with Kehlani, Max. No one can take you from me. No one.” She smiled.

Roxy met her there, and they stuck palms loudly.

“You’re so evil, I love you.” Roxy laughed.

“I love myself too!” Elmira grinned as they head down.

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[Medical Center]

When Stacy and her friends arrived, Albert is already up.

He’s not even in bed. He’s in front of the ward, a slight bruise on his chin from Dorian’s punch.

“Sweetheart what are you doing here? Your friends too?” He surprisingly blinked.

“I called her, sir.” His secretary replied beside him.

“Dad!” Stacy held him, turned him around like she’s the mother checking out her son.

“I’m fine,” Albert smiled. “I’m fine I promise. The punch landed when I wasn’t expecting it, so I fainted for two minutes. I wasn’t carried here, I came here myself to get the slight bruise below my chin treated.”

Stacy sighed. “Thank f+k, I was scared a lot. Won’t survive if anything happened to you.”

“He’s inside, the angry man.” Albert winked.

Stacy understood immediately.

She entered the ward where Dorian sat in a chair quietly, staring at his own fingers like he still can’t believe he punched Albert.

But he rose when Stacy entered.

“Hey,” she sounded distant.

“Stace, I am very, f+kin sorry. I swear it wasn’t intentional. I was too mad and I just wanted to kill Mr. Brown for doing that to you, so I wasn’t hearing or seeing anything and I was just—”

“Dorian, calm down.” She interrupted softly, and he closed his lips.

“I saw how you held Zendaya that night so tight your guards had to shout your name before you let go, and I saw the way your eyes changed, and I’ve been suspecting you have DID since then.” She said.

He sat back on the chair, facing the floor slowly.

“When did it start?” She asked gently.

“I honestly have no idea. I dunno, I just lose control when I’m angry, and it’s like I become an animal entirely. Unless someone is with me to bring me back, I might kill, Stace. I might kill.” He shook his head.

“Are you on pills?” She asked.

“They don’t help much,” he said.

“I’ll give you one.” She offered.

He looked up.

“Mum was a chemist remember? I still know some of her drug recipes. I only have to enter this hospital lab and manufacture your drug.” She explained.

“You will?” He sniffled.

“Yeah, trust me. What are friends for?” She smiled.

“You’re an angel, snowdrop. You nake me calm.” He smiled back cutely, feeling so much at ease.

“Mr. Brown?” She asked.

“He’s with the cops. There’ll be no court hearing since he’s not denying the charges.” Dorian replied.

Stacy nodded.

“But Zendaya,” Dorian said.

“No. Her dad already confessed to everything, so I plan to leave Zendaya alone. I won’t ruin her.” She replied.

“You’re too kind,” he whispered, admiration and love in his eyes.

“I’m just humane.” She shrugged.

—

[Police Station]

Mr. Brown knew there was no escape route immediately he got arrested.

This is Albert Montana, so even if he hires the best attorneys existing, he won’t win the case.

Also, there are too many evidences. The prints of his car tyres, the gun registered under his name.

Also, the suit might have burnt to ashes, but it still carried the string scent of his cologne.

He’s trapped, and now all his lifetime hardwork is going down to drain.

It’s everywhere that the richest oil and gas CEO in America is arrested for kidnap and murder attempt.

He’s going to jail.

As he sat on the cold metal chair in the interrogation room, he feels like he has lost a lot of weight already.

Though, it’s just starting.

From this room, to jail.

His face is bloody, bruised, battered—results from Dorian’s deadly punches.

He looks dented.

He could hear the cries of Zendaya outside as she begged the cops to let her father go, but even if gawd descends today, he won’t be saved.

The door slammed the wall as Zendaya barged inside with teary painful eyes.

“Why would you confess to something you didn’t do? Dad, you didn’t kidnap anyone so why would you admit to it just why!!!” She yelled, flipping the table.

“What use would lying be?” Mr. Brown looked up.

Zendaya hiccuped, snot crawling out of her nose slowly.

It entered her mouth, but she doesn’t give a f+k.

She just wants her dad out.

Stacy and Albert entered the room with the girls behind, cops accompanied them too.

“When you came to my office, you were probably planning to enter me directly, wasn’t it?” Albert said, planting himself in front of the handcuffed man.

“You didn’t succeed in killing my daughter or getting me through her, so you wanted to come straight for me like the fool that you are. I’m not the richest on the tongue, I know I have ops and I’m always ready to take them down! So you’re also the one who sent a shooter to take me down during the public manifesto?”

Albert unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the gunshot scar on his chest.

“Back then, I was still the second richest, I hadn’t climbed this high, but you were still after me, and now that I’m number one, you got crazier. You’re jealous and angry just because I’m rich?” He scoffed. “I didn’t steal the position! I didn’t steal the money! I made the money! I made every penny with my hardwork! My sweat! And you wanna take it from me?”

Mr. Brown stayed silent, he couldn’t even look up.

Zendaya is still hiccuping, helpless.

“You’ll rot in jail, Brown. You will rot!” Albert yelled.

Then he stormed out of the room.

Zendaya rushed to Stacy immediately, dropping on her knees in front of her

“Please, Stacy. Think about our friendship. Think about the bond we share. Think about our elementary school days when you promised to always protect me. Please let my father go I beg you!!”

Stacy didn’t even talk.

Tania and Tasha and Kehlani went down beside her.

“We’re aware you planned the kidnap with your father, not jailing you with him is merciful enough, b+ch.” Tania muttered.

“Not rusticating you from campus is another mercy, Daya. Stacy is too merciful, but then you need to come to school always and be shamed as the daughter of a criminal.” Kehlani said.

“I can’t believe I liked you a lot,” Tasha shook her head. “I advised you severely, but you threw it all away. Now leave us alone.”

They stood back, standing beside Stacy.

Stacy looked down at Zendaya, eyes hooding. “Glitz lost a member, but it won’t lose it’s prestige. I won’t keep a friend who tried to kill me and my dad, and as for your father? He’ll rot like my dad said.”

She left with the girls, and Zendaya sat on the bare ground.

But when cops entered to take her father, she screamed out again, rolling on the ground.

—

[Dorian’s Mansion]

“This is serious, very serious.” Angela muttered, shaking her head as she ate caviar and watched TV.

Richest oil and gas CEO in America got arrested for a heavy crime.

“Why would he even do that? Isn’t he rich enough on his own? Why getting jealous of Albert? He went after Albert? Foolish.” Angela continued.

“I’m glad you used that word, foolish.” Kaylee replied, coming out.

She wore a red evening gown, makeup fresh, hair down and body scenting like she’s going out.

“I can’t believe he kidnapped Stacy too. That’s the main sin that won’t make Albert forgive him. Stacy is Albert’s life just the way Dorian is my life. If anyone tries to kidnap my son anytime, I swear I and that person will kill each other.” She said again, taking from the caviar.

“I trust you, Kay.” Angela laughed. “But are you going out? You don’t even look like you’re returning to San Francisco anytime soon. Aren’t you supposed to use a week here?”

“Yeah I’m going out for a drive, and I’m not returning to San Francisco yet. What’s so bad in spending more time with my son?” Kaylee shrugged.

Angel rolled eyes secretly.

She gets it. Remo’s D is still sweet.

“The single is scheduled to drop by 1pm tommorow. We finished wrapping up.” She said.

“Ou, good.” Kaylee smiled.

Dorian entered, smiling, and Kaylee spranged up immediately.

“Someone looks cheerful, I guess you got closer to Stacy cos I talked to her today.” She winked.

“You’re like a pandemic, Mama K.” Dorian sighed, strolling inside, still smiling so wide.

“I invited her for dinner next week! You should be glad I’m your mum!” Kaylee’s voice echoed after him.

He entered his room, remembering how Stacy said she was gonna make drugs for his DID.

He smiled wider, his heart racing as he fell in bed flat.

When he punched Albert in his mad state, he was scared he lost her, but she understood him…

Even more than he understands himself.

They even later went back to campus for the main rehearsal with the coaches, and the coaches mention they have the craziest chemistry on ice which he can’t wait to explore tommorow.

Tommorow, they’re surely gonna beat footballers and enter the Hall of Fame.

“Damn, I love her.” He whispered, shutting his eyes.

—

[Elite1 Hotel, 8PM]

Just like last time, Remo arrived before Kaylee.

He’s already in his boxer alone when Kaylee came through the door.

Tonight, every light in the suite is red. The bedroom lights is redder though.

“Welcome to session one, Mrs. Wesley.” Remo crooned.

The woman was already getting wet even before she left her mansion, so there’s no time to waste right now.

She dropped her bag on a side and stripped down from her largest clothing to the smallest.

The red lights couldn’t even hide her body. Remo could see it clearly right now thanks to his contact lenses.

He waited for her, drowned in her impatience and anticipation as she walked to him nakedly under the bloody redness.

She pulled his boxers away from his waist, and when it was being too stubborn, she pulled it in two, shredding it off.

By herself, she climbed the bed, and Remo followed the lead, wanting to start tonight the way she wants.

No foreplay. No caressing.

She’s so f+kin tight, but he didn’t care about shit.

He plunged himself inside in one go from the cap to the hilt.

Despite her wetness, she cried out, tears staining her eyes.

“Take it slow…it’s been long. I need to adju— Ahhh!!”

He wasn’t listening. He was banging from the moment he entered her, and her mouth won’t close.

“Go slow, f+kin go slow! Agggh!! This is so damn… hahaha… Damn!!!!!!”

“Cry for me, Mrs. Wesley. We can use your tears as lube later…” Remo groaned, giving it to her harder.

“My gawd!!! I’m so f+kin full! Gawd I love this! I missed this! Oh….f+k f+k f+k it till I go slack!”

Her br+àsts were in his mouth in no time, and his pummelling went wild.

Kaylee shed tears.

—

[Elite2 Hotel, 9PM – Trevor’s Suite]

A inbuilt MP3 player filtered ‘Drip’ By Dorian into the bathroom as Trevor soaked himself in the tub.

It’s his first time in the tub, and he’s enjoying the comfort that comes with it in the lather of the sweet-smelling treatment soap which calmed his skin.

He held up a glass of cognac, sipping and singing along.

Even inside the tub, he wore shades. Bling bling shades, shinning multicolors.

He doesn’t even wanna know where the money comes from, he just wants to ball like there’s no tommorow.

“Your pulse is leaking through the room!! Like holy wine turned into doom!!!” He screamed the lyrics of the song as he took several pictures of himself.

Minutes Later, he rinsed and came out, towel on his waist.

He barged out, still singing loudly, still holding the wine cup gingerly.

He entered Matteo’s suit, and as expected, Matteo is also doing the same thing. Towel on his waist, blinging kids shades on his eyes and his expensive wine glass.

He’s dancing in the middle of the gym, jumping.

“My only wish right now is for my wife and daughter to be here with me!” He shouted over the music.

“Let’s just hope Wizard ain’t a criminal or else your wife and daughter will join us in prison!” Trevor shouted.

They clinked glasses.

In Cove’s suite, Cove isn’t doing any of his favorite things to do.

He’s not coding or programming or creating games and building apps.

He’s not with his laptop at all. He’s far from it. He’s not even in his room.

He’s on the wide balcony, alone.

The three Suites he took are the best here. They all have spacious bathrooms, tubs, bedrooms with king-sized beds, lounge, living room and balcony. They even have kitchen in case they don’t wanna eat the hotel food, they can cook for themselves.

And that’s the feature Cove likes most.

He likes cooking—just to see the fire burning in the cooker.

There’s even gym and pool and bar and personal closets.

It’s just what he wants.

Blue lights cast a warn glow in his suite from start to finish, and it created a rare halo over him as he sat silently, a board in front of him.

It’s not a chessboard.

It’s designed like a football pitch with two teams at each end. Since they’ll be using the 3-5-2 formation tommorow, he has set each player on the pitch now.

Him as the goalkeeper.

Tania and Trinidad as the forwards.

Max and Scott as part of the midfielders.

Then he set the rest of their team players too, calculating the pros and cons.

He knows the other team are also using 3-5-2.

He has his ways of finding out.

So he set the members of the other team on the pitch too.

Now the 22 total players of the two teams are complete, and as he calculated moves with his eyes, he moved the players.

All on his own, he played the first and second halves, and his team scored 4. The other team scored 0.

4-0

That should be the count tommorow if none of his team players f+k up.

He pushed the board away, standing and walking to the blunt edge of the balcony.

He hates being shirtless, but he’s currently shirtless, his pack of muscles danced under his skin especially the broad back muscle.

His tattoos look criminally darker under the blue lights, and his hair is slightly tousled. He looks too hot.

He changed the plaster on his tummy and flipped his phone open.

Trinidad’s text sat on screen.

Trinidad: I can’t wait to see you goalkeep for us tomorrow, number 120! Only gawd knows why you chose that as your jersey number! Weird. (Laughing emojis)

Cove typed two words…

Cove: Just sleep.

He sent that and clicked on one of his devilish apps.

Stacy’s room came to view. She’s currently in her bed, rolling around.

Obviously, she can’t sleep.

Cove rested his elbows on the soft banister, his brows tilting and his eyes keening on her.

She sat up in bed suddenly, pulling up her sleep mask, then she touched the bite on her lip and cussed..

“Nutjob,”

Then she lay back in bed, nipples poking the soft material of her nightie. She groaned.

Cove’s zoomed in on her face, so the face filled the screen.

He couldn’t put the phone down.

Something darker than the pit of hell roamed his head till it settled deep in his medulla.

He zoomed again….till only her lips is on his screen.

He pressed his lips on screen, kissing it obsessively.

—

[Montana Mansion]

Stacy could swear that she has been suffering from insomnia since last week, cos again, she can’t sleep.

Anita isn’t begging by her door tonight.

Her dad isn’t begging either.

It’s not even and Kehlani cos Kehlani didn’t cry about her nudes. She stayed so strong Stacy and the girls were even stunned.

The nudes and videos are even down from the group already, so Kehlani is in her mansion, sleeping.

It’s not even about Zendaya cos she doesn’t feel pity for that girl and her dad.

It’s not about Dorian cos she’s sure she’ll be able to make the drug for his DID in a few days.

It’s about the nutjob.

It’s like he cast a spell on the bite on her lip cos each time it hurt, his face flashes her head.

And now she wants to cut off her lips and give them to Buddha.

She has been rolling and rolling and rolling, unable to get a spot.

When it got too unbearable, she got up and picked her phone, going online to scroll the internet.

Luckily, she saw Dorian’s single release cover for tommorow.

It’s everywhere.

All socials. It’s trending.

And when she saw the sing title…

“Quod volo meum est.”

Her eyes widened.

—

[Friday, RIDE University]

Even youths who aren’t students of the school are present.

The campus is fuller than it is on normal days.

New cars lined the parks, rolled over the driveways. There’s barely enough space for Helicopters to land on the airfield.

Classes are empty, but the stadium and skating rink are so fuckin full with their environment.

The games will start in twenty minutes.

It’s starting at exactly 11:30.

The campus is so loud it’s almost impossible to hear what the person beside you is saying.

Students raised their voices to speak. The excitement is raw.

And it’s always like this…

Yearly…

RIDE football matches are dangerous detonation cos their players are skilled, especially the first games like this. The fact that it’s a competition between skaters and footballers this year is the cherry on top.

Cove is in the clean locker room with every other member of his team.

Scott, Max, Trinidad, Tania and the seven others.

He sat on the bench, his jersey shorts slightly tight on his thighs, showing off his skin effortlessly.

He’s glossing, and he hasn’t said a word since he got here.

He plastered his stitch twice in case of necessity, and his jaws are tight.

Their coach is in their middle, gearing them up for success.

The other team are at the other side of the room, getting cheered up by their coachman too.

“Trinidad Brooke, I’ll seriously kill you if you disappoint me,” their team coach threatened playfully.

Trinidad smiled.

“Tania Delgado? Same goes for you. This game determines our face in this campus!” He faced her.

Tania smirked.

“Max Wyse, I trust you. Scott Young? You better perform! Give it your all!” He jumped, warming up.

Then he faced the remaining members one by one.

Till it was Cove’s turn.

“I’m looking forward to your magic, Covey Fabio. Let’s see if you’re really genius on field like you are with computers and cars.” He said.

Cove said nothing.

“Leave him alone, I trust him.” Trinidad whispered to the coach.

The time finally came to leave for the stadium, and they filed out of the locker room neatly like they’re going to play champions league.

Cove is the last in line, and the fullness of the stadium would scare anybody especially a player who’s playing for the first time.

But Cove can visualized the crowd as ants. They mean nothing.

He’s only here to play.

There’s a large white LED screen in display in the stadium wall, and that’s definitely gonna be displaying the team scores.

The cheerleaders took the screams to the next level, dancing and demonstrating with their pompoms.

They’re almost naked.

And Cove…

Hates it.

The lineup started.

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[Skating Rink, Wardrobe]

Stacy smiled at herself in front of the mirror, trying to stay in character.

She has never missed, and today isn’t gonna be the first.

The sixth skating pair—Kane and Roxy are already on the ice, skating.

She’s next with Dorian.

Her light blue costume is another pin-under, and she didn’t wear leggings under this one, but it’s stitched and pinned, so she trusts the soft fabric.

Tight on her hips and waist, but still comfortable enough for her to move in. Her hair is in a soft, beautifully curled bun, and her shinny, bold makeup is back.

She looks like the queen bee—that she is. She smiled at herself again.

Dorian entered behind, and she turned around to face him.

He dyed his hair gold, and he looks so effortlessly s+y in the matching light blue shirt and the free pants.

His hair fell over his bright eyes, and when he tendered his hand, she placed hers on it.

He smiled at her, and she returned it as they left the room together.

“You’re beautiful, snowdrop.” He whispered in her ear.

She looked at him, and he just winked.

Getting to the outside rink, it’s as full as it always is during tournaments.

It’s got the same volume of crowd as the stadium right now.

Watchers, co-skaters, judges, spectators, coaches and idle students.

Tasha and Kehlani winked at Stacy, and she winked back before she started practicing breath control, hand in hand with Dorian.

At the far end of the rink, a giant LED screen dominated the wall.

Bright numbers glowed across it.

PAIR #7 – STACY & DORIAN

Below their names, the score columns waited.

Zeros for now.

The announcer’s voice rolled across the arena. “Next on the ice… Stacy Montana and Dorian Wesley!”

A wave of cheers and whistles swept across the stands from the crowd immediately.

“WOOOO! The legends are here!!!”

Because everyone knew they’re not just about skill but also chemistry.

A second LED screen came on at the center, showcasing what’s currently happening at the field.

Stacy stepped onto the ice first.
Her silver skates bit smoothly into the surface as she glided forward.

The rink lights shimmered across her costume, tiny crystals scattering reflections across the ice like sparks.

Behind her came Dorian.

Controlled. Effortless.

They met at center rink.

For a moment, they simply looked at each other.

Then… music began.

Soft piano notes floated through the arena.

And instantly they moved.

—

[Stadium]

The match has exploded.

The ball rolled into the midfield where Scott collected it first.

A defender rushed him immediately.

Scott flicked the ball up with the outside of his boot, spun his body, and let it drop behind the defender’s leg before darting past him.

The move was so smooth the crowd screamed before the defender even realized he’d been beaten.

The stadium erupted.

“OOOOOOOOHHHH!”

“SCOTT!!!!!”

Kane came here immediately he finished at the rink, so he’s in the middle of the crowd, smiling.

Scott pushed forward three steps before a second opponent lunged.

He chopped the ball sideways, slipped through the gap, and threaded a laser pass forward.

Max took the ball.

He moved differently.

Scott flowed like water, but Max attacked like lightning.

He trapped the ball under his sole, paused a split second, then launched into a blur of stepovers—one, two, three so fast the defender’s feet tangled trying to follow.

The crowd howled.

“Oh my hell!!!!! Maxwell Wyse!!!!!”

Max nudged the ball through the defender’s legs.

Into the NET!

The stadium detonated.

“MAX! MAX! MAX!”

Minutes later, the match resumed with 1-0.

Trinidad and Tania dominated the field like queens.

Every time they touched the ball, the crowd lost its mind.

A pass from Max rolled toward them.

Trinidad took it first.

She controlled the ball mid-stride, keeping it glued to her foot while sprinting.

A defender charged her shoulder-to-shoulder.

She didn’t slow.

With a wicked body feint, she shifted the ball left, then right, slipping between two defenders like a blade.

The stands erupted.

“TRINIDADDDD!”

She hammered a shot—straight to Tania.

Tania was the sharper of the two.

Deadly. Precise.

She stopped the ball instantly under her boot, lifting her head.

Three defenders surrounded her.
The cheerleaders along the sidelines bounced wildly, megaphones raised.

“LET’S GO NIA!!”

Tania flicked the ball behind her heel, spun away from one defender, then burst forward between the other two.

Minutes later, RIDE pressed again.

Scott stole the ball in midfield.

Max dashed forward and received it.

Tania got the ball next.

This time the chance was perfect—just one defender left between her and the goal.

The crowd rose to its feet.

“SHOOT! SHOOT!”

Tania pushed the ball forward, but MISTAKE …

She pushed it too far.

The opposing team snatched the ball, and the stadium gasped.

Tania froze.

Her mistake had opened the door.
The opposing striker raced downfield and blasted a shot past the defenders.

Cove by the net was ready to save the ball,

But then…

A second LED screen came on in the stadium, showcasing what’s happening right now at the skating rink. Dorian and Stacy’s skate.

Those two are currently setting the rink on fire with their skate.

Even the judges are on their feet as they refused to witness such beautiful perfection on their seats.

Stacy’s back is resting on Dorian, and Dorian’s fingers are threading her covered belly, slowly.

Slowly…

Their speed grew maddening.

Till he carried her on his body, her legs wrapped around his tummy…

Faces so close.

His hands on her laps as his shoes scrapping masterfully on the ice.

Cove stopped moving immediately he witnessed that.

He paused.

The coming ball flew past him…

Into the net.

GOAL.

TBC.