Reckless – Episode 59&60

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 59&60

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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[Elysium Cascade, Las Vegas]

Elysium is basically a colossal private entertainment for billionaires—a massive luxury biome resort in the dessert, combining nature, tech, and decadence.

It’s designed so rich heirs can play for days without having to leave the property, reason why it’s nicknamed ‘The Playground of Heirs’

Flaunting different features like the celestial falls, the emerald woods, the apex game lounge, the sovereign zoo and many more. It’s maddening.

The staffs have been informed of the arrival of chaos since a week ago, and they’re been preparing to receive the chaos in form of madly spoilt 500 RIDE students.

Now the professional staffs are lining from the gate of the resort to the entrance of each and every suite.

There’s a servant for each student, all arranged by the school. You chose your servant according to your plane numbers, so the servants wore number tags on their plain purple uniform for easy recognition.

Faces down, heads bowed.

They’ve been lectured about the rudeness and cruelty of the students, so no mistakes condoned.

There was silence except for the sounds coming from the fountain as the water fell from the space between two rocks and landed on another white rock below it.

At 11am, the air changed.

The fountain noise was diluted with the insane screams of heirs and heiresses, and the sounds of their expensive cars driving in.

The chaos finally arrived.

They landed at the airport ten minutes ago, and they spent the ten minutes on the road, driving here.

Car doors opened, students jumped out, taking their times to pop champagne and spill Hennessey.

Screaming, howling, slapping their car trunks and deflating their own tyres in excitement.

Two days away from school and stress? Yeah, totally worth it.

Remo led the madness for the guys. His belt is almost down from his ripped jean pants, and his boxers are showing as he spilled champagne around, the multiple chains on his neck dangling like a gangster’s.

He spilled champagne on the old servants so many times, but they dare not speak up.

They stayed bowed, stayed still.

For the girls, it’s the twins.

Elmira wanted to lead the madness, but the twins were faster.

Tania climbed the top of her car, and Tasha stood on the bonnet, both pumping wine out of their bottles and screaming like barbarians.

Elmira and Roxy could only watch and huff and scowl.

Soon, Kehlani joined the twins on top of her own car.

Max was once again amazed.

She’s not pretending?

She’s really happy without him?

Why? How?

His brain couldn’t process, and his morale went low immediately.

Hundreds of students got on top of their cars too, spilling drinks like their precessors, so the resort became a total beehive with the noise.

As their cars moved towards their suits in one straight line, they partied, sprayed dollars. Different music players blasted on. Different type of expensive, swag cars.

It was too loud.

Stacy badly wants to join the chaos, but somehow, she’s not in the mood.

She came out of her car same time Dorian came down from his own car.

Dorian tried hard to start a conversation, but it’s like her brain and eyes are concentrated somewhere else.

Cove’s car is a custom-made lotus emira gt4, surprisingly. One of the top 3 expensive cars here.

He arrived with Trinidad, and they’re the first to get to their suite.

They’re in the same suite, actually.

They left the screaming howling students and proceeded to their suite without looking back.

In fact, they’re holding hands, and Stacy’s eyes followed them too.

Earlier before they took off at LA, they kissed, and now they’re sharing a suite and holding hands?

Till they entered the main door, Stacy’s lashes didn’t blink, and even after they entered, she kept staring at the closed door so much.

“Are you that affected by them?” Dorian’s vocalist voice said beside her, and she finally got back to her senses.

She looked at him.

“….”

“If anything, you should be glad he’s outta your span.” Dorian continued.

“I…..” Stacy started, feeling so blank she can’t even form a sentence. “I’m just wondering why he’d chose Trinidad.” She blurted.

Dorian’s eyes darkened. “Were you waiting for him to chose you?”

And only then did Stacy realize how stupid she sounded. Was she really expecting him to chose her?

She shook her head and awkwardly wiped her palms on her laps—a move she does whenever she’s out of it.

Then….some students behind their car began murmuring…

• I knew it’d come to this, seriously.

• Think about it, Trinidad is strict, and Cove is arrogant and rude and brutal…

• Exactly, they match.

• That unexpected kiss is still replaying in my head!

• I thought Trinidad was lesbian you guys! I thought!

• Lesbian? Trinidad hates lesbians! She once had a boyfriend before she became a tomboy!

• I’m happy for her though. I mean… she’s definitely winning the best female player over Tania, and now she bagged one of the hottest guys in RIDE? Fuvk, she’s lucky.

Stacy’s throat tightened.

Meanwhile, that last statement made Tania’s arms drop on the car she’s standing on. The champagne nearly slipped off her grip.

Trinidad is really winning the best female player over her?

She’s gonna die.

They finally arrived at the girls suites, located right beside each other.

Even Dorian’s suite is in the middle, so they left the driving party at the same time.

Dorian held Stacy’s hand with his fine hand, and when she tried to have it removed, he held tight, webbing their fingers together.

She looked at him, and he just gave her a beautiful smile before continuing to go in with her.

The girls followed behind, and Tasha wouldn’t stop gushing.

“They’re so darn cute, I swear!”

They all reek and drip of champagne.

“You mightn’t have noticed, but Stacy’s mind isn’t here,” Kehlani said.

“What do you mean?” Tania asked.

“We’ll see,” Kehlani shrugged before they all went to their suites.

Roxy and Elmira finally released the hateful hisses in their throats.

“The nudes release didn’t have any impact on Kehlani like I anticipated, and it’s making me mad. What do you mean she didn’t shed a tear? Girl, her p+xy is on everyone’s phone! And have you checked her IG page comments? They’re mocking and bullying her, but that bîtch is here, laughing like a witch!” Elmira complained bitterly.

“I’m more focused on Trinidad. Don’t tell me that bîtch is actually in a relationship with Cove?” Roxy replied angrily, throwing the alcohol bottle with her. “Does he even know her background? Does he know about her past?”

“And about the Cove guy too, what do you mean he now stays at Elite2 Hotel in LA? Three suits costs billions, and did you see the car he came in? Don’t try to say Trinidad sponsored him cos that bastard hates free things cos he even payed Trinidad when he took her bike, so where is his funds coming from?” Elmira said.

Their backs are rested on their cars as they talked.

“We came on this trip for a reason, let’s get the mystery digging started, shall we?” Roxy said.

Elmira smiled.

Remo and the guys already arrived at their suite, so they followed them.

Kane and Scott are among the last cars to arrive, and they weren’t loud.

They just quietly went to their suite with a lollipop stuck between Scott’s lips. Kane was smiling as their suite main door went shut.

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[Cove & Trinidad’s Suite]

Trinidad hasn’t been able to sit since the suite door closed on them.

Immediately their hands separated, Cove unpacked and picked a new bandage from his bag to wrap on his tummy.

Afterwards, he picked his laptop.

He picked that darn annoying laptop of his and sat on the bed, coding.

He hasn’t looked up since then, but the sound of his fingers tapping the key has been rattling.

Trinidad has been pacing in front of him, going back and forth.

He said nothing, but after she paced for twenty minutes without sitting, he looked up slowly.

“You might develop a muscle pull at this rate. Not that it’ll be a bad sight, but I don’t wanna take care of anybody.” He said.

“I hate you!!!!!” She screamed at his face, panting. “Why the f+k would you kiss me! Why? I only told you to not give her attention for a day, but you went ahead and kissed me publicly you heartless motherf×ker! Not only that, you also my made sure they gave us the same suite and held hands as we entered!”

“Did you forget the part where you offered to be my anchor? And the part where I said you’re going to run mad on the job?” He said dryly.

“Do you just kiss anybody?” She muttered.

“Yeah, I used to kiss whoever I wanna kiss, f+k whoever I wanna f+k, kill whoever I find annoying too.” He replied simply, as if humans were nothing but his toys.

Trinidad’s fingers entered her hair, and she used her left hand to take off her headphones from her neck.

“You used to?”

“I didn’t stutter, but right now I only ever wanna kiss a girl, kill whoever thinks of having her, own her body and life and pronounce her future, burn off anyone who says her name….” Cove read it out like a declaration.

Trinidad scoffed.

“But she’s making that difficult which I hate so damn much. If I were home, I’d kidnap her, tie her up in my cellar and starve her till she admits that she wants me, but unfortunately, I’m not home, and she’s lucky I’m not home, so now I gotta use the kindest means to make her realize who she wants and who owns every breath that comes out of her.” He said.

“Tie her up in your cellar and starve….her? That’s a sense of mad possession. You just wanna have her cos Dorian is also into her. You’re incurably sick,” Trinidad muttered, shaking her head.

“People say that a lot when I was at home. T is sick, oh he’s deranged,oh he’s a deaf devil, but I love those nicknames so much I killed everyone who formed them.” He laughed.

“T?” Trinidad muttered, frowning.

“Fortunately for you, our names share the same first letter, I allowed you close cos of that, and majorly cos you have no desire for me.” Cove shrugged, sitting back.

“So…your name isn’t even Cove Fabio?” Trinidad’s mouth zeroed.

“Stupid, dumb-sounding Cove Fabio?” He glared. “Each time I hear people call me that, I wanna baptize myself in hot mountain lava. It’s an insult, but I have to keep taking the insult for a little more while. Time will soon be here for reckoning.”

Now he’s back to his laptop.

“Deaf devil… So the voice processors behind your ears…” She muttered.

“Try to betray me anytime, and you’ll be the one I lock in the cellar.” He replied without looking up.

Trinidad sighed and looked at his ruthlessly commanding figure for two more minutes before she started exiting.

By the door, she looked back.

“Anyways, that should be the last time you ever kiss me. I have my reasons.” She said.

He looked up.

“I know. You don’t have to worry.” He assured, his eyes falling on the scars on her left fingers.

“You once had an accident?” He said, sounding hypothetical.

“No answer,” she replied , giving him a middle finger before finally leaving for her own bedroom.

Immediately she arrived, she fell in bed and shut her eyes, trying to kill the memories trying to resurge in her head. It’s bubbling so hard she might just vomit as she tried to push it.

Memories of those disgusting hands on her. Memories of that disgusting voice in her ears…

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

Her eyes opened immediately, and she left the bed.

The more she stays in one place, the more she’d remember, so she unpacked and brought out a female dress from her bag.

A female armless dress and a bum shorts. A makeup kit and a long curly black wig.

She deserted her female side and has lived a tomboy life for so long she has forgotten what being a female feels like, so she had brought these along with her for the trip, meaning to wear it in her room and just flex with it in secret.

Now is actually the time.

With the next thirty minutes, she occupied herself with it.

Carved her eyebrows, fixed false lashes before wearing her makeup. Wig followed, then the outfit and heels. Since she’s already tall, the heels are very moderate.

She took so many selfies and made videos too, so proud of herself that she’s still feeling like a female, but someone else needs to confirm.

But who?

Cancel Cove from that list cos he’d probably tell her she looks ugly. No one can be beautiful except Stacy in the eyes of that madman.

And she’s not friends with Elmira and Roxy anymore, so…

She sat in bed, looking sad as she scrolled on her pictures, checking them out alone.

It didn’t take long before she got the perfect idea, and she smiled.

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[Los Angeles, Elite2 Hotel]

The hotel have cars they rent out for lodgers who come from far distances, and Trevor is inside one of such cars.

Matteo insisted he’s ok with Uber, so Cove payed for a car rental for Trevor before he left.

A black sports car, and luckily for him, he’s taller than his age and can drive. Though he’s still not of driving age, he still drives.

Cove payed enough, so Trevor drives himself everywhere.

He went for a basketball practice in school this morning, and he’s just returning, killing the car engines immediately he stopped it at the underground parking lot.

He was about to get out when he received a buzz on his phone.

He blinked, resting back on the driver’s seat before retrieving his phone, expecting it to be one of the girls crushing on him in school who sends breàsts pictures.

But instead, it’s from T-girl.

He saved Trinidad like that.

“Oh the sun rose from the sweetest part of the sky today.” He smiled, opening the text.

At first, she frowned, seeing pictures and videos of a tall beautiful girl on his screen.

“Who’s this?” He muttered, wanting to text her and ask who, but then he saw the scanty scars on her fingers.

Her makeup didn’t cover the scars.

“Wait…..” He gasped, realizing. “It’s…..her?. Her????? How???”

He dialled her line immediately.

“Hello!”

“How’s it? Be blunt,” Trinidad replied immediately, sounding edged.

“Oh my gawd it’s really you!” He gasped. “Why the f+k are you a tomboy? Like why? Why are you….a damn tomboy? You’re so fine!”

“And it’s not to sugarcoat your words?” Trinidad asked.

“Sugarcoat? Tgirl you know I don’t! The pictures are so damn hot, especially the tall legs! You have very se×y legs and you even have hips too! You’ve been covering that with your joggers and jeans?” He rambled.

Trinidad chuckled. “It’s ok, thank you. Now I can breathe in peace and go back to being a tomboy.”

“No you don’t mean that! You can’t go back to being a tomboy! I swear I’m about to make one of the pictures my wallpaper!” He said quickly.

“Have fun without your deranged brother, and say hi to Matteo!” Trinidad rushed and hung up.

“Hey! Trin—damn…she hung up…” He muttered, taking the phone off his ear.

He really set one of the pictures as his wallpaper, and he smiled immediately the picture setting got completed.

He got down from the car finally, still in his armless basketball jersey and the shorts.

He was staring addictively at the pictures as he walked to the hotel entrance, but he couldn’t help but feel eyes on himself.

He turned around, scanning the park environment, but nothing.

Just the cameras and the expensive lodger cars.

He blew off his intuition and returned his eyes to his phone, still staring at her pictures as he walked inside with a smile.

A figure slipped carefully between two cars in the park, retreating soundlessly.

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[Las Vegas, Elysium Cascade – Dorian’s Suite]

Lunch is by 1pm, and no one wants to have a boring lunch alone in their suites, so they’re to gather at the general dinning area and dine together.

It’s 12:30, and Dorian is ready to go. He’s not planning to go straight to the dinning area.

First, he’s gonna go to Stacy’s suite.

He sprayed himself after putting on his armless shirt on his slacks.

He was smelling good as he peeled the plaster on his stitched finger, giving it an intense stare before he plastered it back.

When the biker drove past him on the express, his nose worked perfectly, so even though he didn’t see the face, he smelled vertiva, and only one person scents that way.

He immediately knew it was him, and they’re gonna settle scores for that in this trip.

DIAMONDS are about the have another field day trolling the hell out of Cove again.

This time, he’s gonna unleash his other side on him, and it’s not gonna be funny when it starts.

He picked his phone, seeing a text from his boss—his mum.

Kaylee.

Mama K: Sure you’ve landed, have an enjoyable trip darling!

Dorian sighed, not bothering to reply before pocketing his phone. She’s boring as hell.

There’s a reason he frequently calls her Mama K instead of mum.

He’ll never get used to calling her mum.

He nearly pocketed his phone, but it buzzed again.

He checked reluctantly, and he regretted checking.

It’s Angela. She sent him pictures of her bathing in the bathroom.

DO is tattoed on her right butt, and RIAN is on the left one.

Dorian blocked her, then pocketed the phone eventually.

His song is currently on 350M+ streams, multiplying every minute and right now he’s even scared.

He has never stuck it this big before, and the most annoying thing is that most people fell in love with it cos of Cove’s extra toxic parts.

He should have erased Cove’s parts from it before he recorded, and now he’s regretting.

If this song hits 1B in a week, then he’ll surely break records and will be having his third Grammy award next year, and to think Cove’s parts will be getting him the award?

He’s gonna get sick.

Another buzz disturbed his phone, and as he pulled it out. He had plans to turn it off, but he relaxed when he saw it’s a IG notification.

Stacy just posted six pictures with the caption; Vegas Chaos 💀🔥

Just now, but an account by username 120 has liked it.

Dorian was still trying to figure out what kinda sick stalker it is as he stepped out of the room.

His guards flanked the exit, and three of them followed him when he stepped outside.

Surprisingly, Kane is waiting.

He’s blasting What I Want Is Mine on his phone, smiling.

“When is the album dropping? Honestly, we DIAMONDS aren’t content with this single.” He said.

“Will start working on it after this trip, Kane.” Dorian replied, his steps falling beside Kane’s.

“But the CF in the writers list is Cove Fabio, right?” Kane asked.

Dorian halted, breaths catching before he looked up.

“If you already know, why ask?”

Then he walked away.

Kane folded his arms, his smile disappearing. “Is there anyone that pyro can’t enter?”

He received a text from Scott.

Freckled Sin: Lunch. I’m waiting at the dinning area entrance.

Kane moved immediately, but the buzzing of another message on his phone made him stop.

This one is from his mother…

Owen: We’re getting there, soon.

He acted like he read nothing.

He pocketed the phone and left.

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[Stacy’s Suite]

The girls gathered inside Stacy’s after they settled in their individual Suites, so it’s noisy in here as they prepared to go for lunch.

Pop music is playing loudly.

Tasha is holding a book, brushing through her notes hastily.

Tania and Kehlani are busy editing pictures for posting.

Stacy is on her IG, staring at the 120 username profile.

The account was the first to like her post again, and because of that, she posted another two slides, and that same account liked first too.

Now that she remembered 120 is the number on Cove’s jersey, she got more suspicious and scared.

Is it him? Her online stalker?

She stalked him in person before, so maybe this is his revenge?

She sighed, feeling tired even when the fun hasn’t started.

After their lunch, they’ll get a tour around the resort, and after the tour, there’ll be a games night.

And tommorow will be the real deal.

The main fun day.

Yet, she’s already exhausted.

Maybe it’s the kiss she saw in the morning or their handholding, or the fact that they’re sharing the same suite.

What will they be doing now?

“Ok the first game tonight will be the tub cuddle game,” Kehlani read out.

“That corrupt game? Oh, we’re going extra naughty on this one, i like it.” Tasha dropped her book.

She picked her phone.

“I predict Tasha and Remo will be the ones to enter the tub!” Tania said.

“Gawd forbid!” Tasha rebuked, and the girls bursted into laughter including Stacy herself.

“If anyone likes Remo in RIDE, then the person is definitely sick.” Kehlani said, looking up from her phone.

“I predict Dorian and Stacy in the tub! Imagine that!” Tasha said.

“Y’all don’t start again! I and Dorian are friends!” Stacy said.

“Yeah, but he obviously likes you. Madly handsome, calm, a worldwide successful artist and brilliant communist. He’s handsome than Cove if you ask me. Students just feel drawn to Cove cos of his aloofness and that arrogance.” Tania said.

“So you’re advertising him now? And now we’re debating about handsomeness again?” Stacy said.

“Of course! I badly want you guys to date!” Tasha said.

“I predict Cove and Trinidad in the tub tonight though,” Kehlani said.

Stacy froze. Blood drained from her face completely.

“Boo! I thought no one was gonna talk about it! They kissed? I didn’t see it coming!” Tania said.

“Me too! But Trinidad has an alpha female energy to fight his freakiness, so yeah, I ship them.” Tasha said.

Stacy stayed silent.

Kehlani got down from the bed. “We’re almost late for lunch. I’m gonna go get my tripod, and when I return, we leave.”

She left the room, but immediately she stepped out of the suite and turned to her suite, Max appeared in front of her.

To her, he’s dead, so she ignored and took another way.

But he clearly didn’t come to joke, cos he pulled her back instantly.

“What the hell!” She gasped, her hair flowing forward to cover her face.

“Why the f+k are you smiling around like I never meant nothing to you?” Did you ever loved me?” He questioned desperately.

“You’re insane!” Kehlani shot, peeling herself away from his grip.

But he gripped her again, fingers pressing her wrist veins.

“Max!!!” She cried.

“Tell me, you never loved me, did you? You never did!” He yelled.

She sent her palm flying to his face, stinging him with a slap.

“Animal!!”

Max nearly grabbed her neck, but the intervention of Dorian stopped it.

Dorian, who was on his way to Stacy’s suite met the scene and gripped Max by the throat, throwing him off.

Kehlani stepped back, cos Dorian definitely wasn’t done.

He was on top of Max in no time, flinging life-threatening punches at his face till Max’s face became a canvas of colours.

Dorian’s blow kept flying, coming down, crashing, crushing.

Max groaned.

He’s short of breaths already.

“Dorian!” Kehlani shouted when it got too much. He’s gonna kill Max.

Dorian refused to stop.

Till Remo and Frank appeared.

Stacy and the twins arrived too.

“Bastard!!” Remo cussed.

“Dorian!” Stacy shouted, and that was enough for Dorian to stop.

He looked up, and the animal in him slept off immediately. His fist dripped blood, and his face dripped sweat.

“Stace,” he muttered calmly.

Remo took bleeding Max from him, and Stacy drew Dorian back too.

“Don’t celebrate for long,” Remo told Dorian threateningly, pointing a finger. “Soon, you’ll become my son!”

With that, he dragged Max away with the help of Frank.

While the twins attended to Kehlani, Stacy took Dorian to her suite.

She picked her first-aid box and flipped it open.

The stitch on Dorian’s fingers is still intact, but the bandage is already soaked with Max’s blood.

It needs change.

She rolled one out of the box, and she refused to hold eyes with him as he removed the bloody bandage and wiped the finger before starting to roll on the new bandage.

He was staring at her, but she’s not looking at him at all.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked when he couldn’t bare anymore.

“Why would I be mad at you?” She replied. “I know your condition, and the fact that you stopped when I called you is a progress.”

She looked at him now, and Dorian’s eyes refused to stay still.

From her hair, to her lips, to her nose, to the eyes and back to the lips.

Boldly, he leaned in, but she pulled back slowly.

“Dorian…”

“I kissed you once,” he whispered.

“I was disoriented, not in my right state of mind. I’m not gonna do it again and give you false hopes, Dorian. You promised we could be friends.” She replied plainly.

“And I also promised to show you how cool I can get,” he said.

“Not exactly with a kiss,” she muttered.

He went silent for a beat, then she nodded, smiling awkwardly.

“Are you afraid I might fall deeper for you if I kiss you again? I really don’t mind, cos honestly? I was thinking about you when I was writing that song.” He said, slowly.

“Dorian…” She cautioned.

“Fine, I’ll keep my lips to myself…” He agreed, and she closed the box.

“You’re not hungry?” She smiled, walking to the door already.

He followed with a bigger smile.

They had a resort guide who took them to the dinning area which looks like a castle in the white house.

Everything looks royal, and the dinning house isn’t left out.

Looks like this place was built by RIDE management for the students meals alone.

They stepped into the wide balcony that led to the top, and two more people stepped on it with them too.

Trinidad and Cove.

They’re not holding hands, but Trinidad is whispering something into Cove’s ear, and he’s smiling his dry as fûck smile again.

They walked past them on the balcony, and Stacy stopped for a beat, staring at his back view till they both disappeared into the hall.

She didn’t jerk back to life till Dorian pulled her hand.

They entered the hall, and she was stuck by the beauty too.

Different stands for different foods, different chefs for different delicacies, different table for different gangs.

It’s exactly what rich brats connect looks like. Money smelled thickly.

Dorian and Stacy made their orders for carbonara, and they joined Kehlani and the girls on their table.

Their orders arrived very fast, and while Dorian ate healthily like the rest of the girls, Stacy picked on her food gently.

Trinidad and Cove are sitting opposite their table. Trinidad is still whispering things in his ears, and he’s still smiling his evil smile.

Also, she saw his hand under the table. He’s caressing Trinidad’s lap.

Stacy choked on her food.

Dorian and the girls immediately offered water.

She took Kehlani’s glass, and the rest dropped their glasses as she drank.

“You’re not even eating much, and you’re choking?” Tania said.

Dorian saw Trinidad and Cove across them, and he instantly got it.

“Max didn’t hurt you, did he?” Stacy asked Kehlani.

“No. Thankfully, Dorian came as fast as lightening.” Kehlani smiled.

“Max is crazy. He’s angry you’re living fine despite his frolic with Elmira? Oh I can’t laugh.” Tasha grinned.

“I’d love to see him get crazier tonight when Lani hooks up with a random boy.” Tania said.

“Careful. Anyone from Remo’s gang is bad news,” Dorian said.

“Isn’t that why we have you here? Our avenger!” Kehlani winked.

“No, that gave me the ick.” Dorian frowned, and the girls laughed.

But Stacy? She’s eating with half of her attention, and the other half is on the two people on the opposite table.

Max’s face has been treated, but he still looks all red and bruised and wounded on his table.

He’s eating his pasta aggressively.

Remo and Frank are done with their food, just drinking water.

Roxy is smoking and eating at the same time, but Elmira is all-over Max’s face. She looks angrier than Max himself.

“I can’t take this, I definitely can’t take it… seriously.” She slammed her palms on the table.

“Kehlani was trying to kiss me when our paths crossed. I was pushing her off, and Dorian just started his punching shit.” Max said.

“I have no plans for blood tonight,I just wanna have fun and ball. Tommorow, I’ll handle things.” Remo said, dropping his water glass.

“Isn’t that the plan? We spend all tonight balling?” Frank said.

“And why is my mind saying Max is the one who went to meet Kehlani? No girl in her right senses would wanna kiss a guy who leaked her nudes.” Roxy scoffed.

“I don’t care!” Elmira spranged up.

“Nothing gives Dorian the right to beat Max this way!”

Before she could be held, she began walking to Dorian’s table.

At the same time, Stacy stood from the table and excused herself to go pee.

Immediately she left the dinning, Elmira arrived at that table.

The girls and Dorian himself looked up, wondering what’s up.

“You damn idiot!” Elmira’s palm met with Dorian’s cheek soundly.

The dinning went silent, and the sound of the slap echoed.

Dorian’s eyes and mouth widened, his cheek reddened.

“What the f+k!” Kehlani and the girls rose to grab her, but Dorian’s guards were faster.

They grabbed Elmira, pushed her to her knees and were about to start taking turns to slap her when Dorian stopped them, but the didn’t listen.

“This would be the second time you’d be letting her off the hook after her insolence towards you!”

“I said let her go!” Dorian insisted, pushing the guards away from Elmira

Elmira stood, smirking at him. “Bastard, bloody bastard!” She cussed and went back to her table.

Kehlani and the twins exchanged glances.

Even Remo and Frank and Roxy exchanged glances too.

Max looks too shocked to talk as Elmira sat on his laps.

“What the hell just happened? Dorian let her go?” Scott said beside Kane.

“I’m surprised too,” Kane replied, his eyes going from Elmira to Dorian.

“That was…” Trinidad said.

“It’s a family matter.” Cove replied blandly, dropping his fork and wiping his lips with a napkin like royalty.

Trinidad looked at him with wonderment.

—

[Restroom]

Stacy has been here for five minutes, her simple mind thinking Cove would come here for her since he has an habit of cornering her in the restroom, but he’s not here.

She stood by a sink bowl, phone in hand as he stared at her IG follower.

Username 120.

She came to a conclusion a minute ago, and she’s following it right now.

She clicked the username and typed a message slowly.

Stacy: Nutjob, I know it’s you. You have poor stalking skills.

She turned off her phone screen after sending that, and she rested on the sink, staring at the door.

The door opened, and she straightened, but it’s a random girl.

Her mind fell disappointedly, and she left the restroom.

—

[Los Angeles, Outright Medias – Albert’s Office]

Albert was in a meeting when his secretary reported the presence of Kaylee to him, so he had to cut the meeting short and rush over.

Kaylee sat in his office lounge with her coffee mug untouched.

Legs mounted, and presence full.

“It’s another day to feel Kaylee Wesley’s presence in my office? I’m a lucky man this year.” Albert chuckled, settling in front of her.

Seeing her mug is untouched, he blinked up at her.

“You probably came here for a more important issue today.”

“No matter how hard you try to cover certain things, Albert, I’m bound to know. You own the richest man spot, and I own the richest woman, so I don’t think it’s right for me to be hearing about your interest in presidency from an anonymous source,” Kaylee said straight.

Albert looked surprised for a beat, then he relaxed on his cushion, smiling now. “Is there anything beyond your eyes in this city, Kaylee?”

“LA is a small city, so you should know you can’t hide it. Human greed never ends, I saw it in your eyes many times, and I knew you’d take this step soon. I mean…. you’re loved by the citizens, and you’re rich on your own, so the citizens trust you to not embezzle funds when you become president. What a grand plan.” Kaylee leaned forward.

Albert’s secretary came in, and the man stayed calm as the secretary whispered in his ear…

“The housekeeper just got on the flight to Las Vegas too,”

“Anita?” Albert looked up.

The secretary nodded.

“She told me she had things to settle with her daughter, so yeah. I’m aware of the trip.” Albert said.

“And you told me to keep an eye on Mr. Brown’s daughter,” the secretary continued. “She’s at Monroeville Hospital.”

“What’s that girl doing in an hospital? Did the shock of her father’s jailing get to her that much?” Albert frowned.

“Far from it sir,” the secretary replied, showing Albert Zendaya’s hospital documents.

“Fat-removal surgery? Is there even a surgery like that?” Albert scoffed.

“There’s a new doctor at Monroeville,” Kaylee replied across them. She’s already sipping her coffee. “The doctor came from Columbia, and he’s quiet good with body surgeries, I’m guessing she’s with him. Her ambitions are wild.” Kaylee continued.

“Let’s hope she won’t end up killing herself,” Albert nodded, sending his secretary out.

Then he resumed his talk with Kaylee.

“My interest in presidency is only known to my housekeeper,my secretary, and few members of my media. Your source is strong.”

“I’ve been aspiring to go for vice since last year, of course I have my eyes and ears everywhere.” Kaylee shrugged, dropping her coffee cup.

“You’re going for vice presidency?” Albert’s eyes shadowed.

“Yeah, and if we work together, America will bloom better than you imagine. Imagine the daughter of the president marrying the son of the vice president in the future?” Kaylee smiled widely.

“Seems I finally found my real work partner,” Albert chuckled.

“That’s what I’m saying,” Kaylee raised her mug.

—

[Las Vegas, Elysium Cascade]

It’s 7pm, and the chaos has already started in the resort.

Remo led a gang of twenty heirs to the private airstrip of the resort, and they all picked an helicopter each.

Now they’re doing an helicopter race over the Nevada resort, flying low over the resort lights like a neon aerial race.

Even Kane and Scott joined the race. Though, Kane piloted the helicopter. Scott just cheered him as his only passenger.

Kane is leading.

Remo is second.

But Remo is desperately trying to match Kane’s altitudes so bad.

Elmira is in Max’s helicopter with him too, cheering.

Frank and Roxy and the other heirs are behind, trying to catch up.

Helicopters filled the resort sky like fireflies. It was cinematic.

The resort securities tried to stop them, but the other students on the ground who’re watching the race captured the securities and tied them down with stuffed mouths so they won’t be able to scream.

Now they have all the night to themselves.

Girls wore bikinis and guys wore shorts only. It’s the strict dress code.

Wear something else, you get tied up with the securities.

While Remo and his gang did their helicopter race in the sky, half of the remaining students watched and cheered, but the other half did water chase with the resort pipes.

They pumped water on each other wastefully, running around and tripping on maids and servants.

It’s a very chaotic moment, and some maids are currently preparing the tub for the game.

While everyone did one thing or the other, Trinidad and Cove just sat on a recliner, both silent.

Trinidad wore shorts and a transparent singlet, no bra inside. The dress code rules didn’t touch her since she’s with Cove anyways.

She looks wild as her short hair covered her face. The air kept sweeping it over, but she kept sweeping it back with her palm.

She’s sipping from a coconut with a straw, and Cove beside her is eating pineapple with a fork.

As he ate, he stared at her, and Trinidad kept grinning.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes!”

“What eyes?” He replied, blank.

“Are you for real? Those witchy eyes of yours.” Trinidad smiled.

She threw her coconut at him, and he caught it.

She chuckled before drawing close to him, sweeping her hair back again.

Stacy’s eyes hasn’t left them.

While Kehlani and the twins played with the pipes in the midst of other students, Stacy sat beside Dorian, staring at Trini and Cove.

She’s wearing a bikini too, just that she wrapped a extra large towel around herself, so no one knows how her bikini really looks like.

“Here,” Dorian handed her a coconut with a straw.

“I don’t drink coconut water,” she replied instantly.

“I knew you’d be a picky brat,” he smiled shortly.

She couldn’t even return the smile.

Her gaze went back to the people she was looking at.

Dorian’s eyes followed the direction of her gaze, and when he saw Trinidad and Cove, his smile disappeared.

Cove wore black singlet on another one of his baggy pants like he’s just here to watch the fun and not partake in it. Of course the rules don’t apply to him too.

His singlet didn’t cover his collarbones completely, so Dorian could see the tattoo there.

The title of his song?

What the…

“The tub is all ready!” A student announced when she saw the maids in charge coming out of the game building.

Everyone got up, and some eagar does started running inside to pick their numbers first.

Remo and the others in the air landed back in the airfield, and from there, they ran here, into the building with everyone else.

The tub has been prepared to be in the middle of the building.

No one is seeing it cos it’s covered by series of transparent lush curtains, and the lights in the middle of the curtain is dim and dull.

Typical mood.

Rules of the game is… A male and a female gets in the tub according to their numbers, and they take off one important clothing from their bodies, then they cuddle each other without m+aning for ten long minutes.

If any of the genders m+an, it’s game over for that pair.

Each person picked a number from their gender basket, and normally, number 500 male and female will be the one to enter first.

The last numbers enter first.

They looked for who has the number 500 in the males without success, till Remo got fed up…

“Who the hell is 500!” He yelled.

“I’m…” Dorian spoke up. “50.”

“Then who’s 500?” Frank frowned.

With an unexpected pull, Cove dragged the curtains and entered the tub area after dropping his tag.

Remo quickly picked the tag.

“He’s 500, that extremist.” He muttered.

“Female number 500?” Elmira shouted, looking around.

Stacy gulped, staying still.

Trinidad’s fingers tightened on her tag. She’s 500.

“Who the hell! Are we supposed to start tying y’all up for speaking up late too?” Roxy yelled.

Trinidad moved fluidly till she fell behind Stacy.

She pushed her tag into Stacy’s hand, and before Stacy could look back, she pulled Stacy’s original tag away from her left hand.

Stacy looked back,

“What are you—”

“Have fun!” Trinidad smiled, guiding her forward.

Stacy’s eyes widened.

“You’re 500?” The twins gasped.

“Oh my gawd!” Kehlani gasped too.

Dorian is at the back, and he’s currently putting fire on a cigar, slowly, calculatedly.

Stacy flipped the curtain apart gently, stepping inside the tub area.

She asphyxiated immediately.

Cove is already in the tub, seated and backing the white glass.

The water reached his collarbones, but not high enough to drown the tattoo sitting there.

His eyes are closed, and steam rose like fog from the treated tub it nearly covered his face at a point.

Stacy’s palms went watery, even her foot. A sign of fear.

So..um, she’s supposed to enter too.

But what she’s looking at on the floor is crazy.

His pants are on the floor, meaning he’s totally naked now in the tub?

Right, they’re supposed to take off something before entering.

She looked at herself. Her towel is gone, so now it’s just her bikini.

She looked at the clock. She has spent two minutes standing and staring.

But their hourglass hasn’t started pouring though.

It’ll only start pouring if she enters that tub.

His eyes are still closed when her hands moved to her bikini bra straps, and it took little effort to remove ’em.

She pulled her bra out of her body, and when it landed on the ground, she used her palms to cover her br+sts before raising a leg over the large tub.

The water circled and made responsive sounds, then her second leg went right inside, too.

She began walking to him.

His eyes opened, finally.

He decided to finally open up.

She stopped, freezing again as his eyes levelled her up, and down.

Her body moved.

“Lower your palms from those pretty little breasts, Dollface. I want to watch them bounce as you walk to me.” He said, rawly unfiltered.

She was speechless, and that made him smile and smirk darkly.

“Oh…the dirty, filthy things I am going to do to you in here ….” He whispered, eyes evil, voice bedroom-coded.

TBC.