Reckless – Episode 77&78

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 77&78

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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A gritty laughter spilled out of Cove’s throat—so low, yet animalistic.

He didn’t even mind the presence of Stacy who has now stirred half-awake in his arms. Her eyes are slightly open and slightly closed.

Just in-between cos she’s still drowsy.

Shelby’s breaths hit the phone speakers again, like she’s tired of carrying the weight of her wealth.

“You act soft when needed, tendering yourself like a lamb for slaughter. Then after you get what you want, you reveal your fangs. You pretend to be a weak-ass f+ker just to take your desires. Sometimes, you even willingly get beaten to enter anyone’s mind! You have too many drama cards you play to achieve your aim.”

“And the worse? You pretend to cherish a person, but at the critical moment when the person falls into your trap, you kill them just the way you killed father! Father fell into your trap too and we both know how many girls you used and dumped here! Once they fall head over heels for you, you either kill them or ruin them. You’re a toxic jinx! A curse! Father should have thrown you in the river with your mother that day!”

“I knew you missed me. My my, look how you’re counting out the attributes like your certificate.” Cove muttered, rubbing Stacy’s back.

By now, Stacy’s eyes are closed again. She’s back to sleep, so she’s not even hearing what’s going on.

“Deaf Devil,” Shelby continued. “Does the girl know? That apart from your deafness, you have another illness? Bastard! You can’t love anyone cos you’re in love with yourself! You only get obsessed and play games then dump them when you get bored. I wonder how many days or week is left before you’ll get bored of that chica. And then what? She’ll commit suicide or fall into depression or be traumatized? It’s always one of the three,” Shelby went on.

“If you’re saying these lines to trigger me, you might have to try a little bit harder. Shelby, I grew worse, and I can’t wait to show you how worse when I get back,” Cove talked, jaws gritting hard after every word. “Say Stacy’s name one more time, and I’ll destroy OBSCURE myself without giving you a chance to fight for it.”

Shelby went silent, and he smiled coldly. “I knew it, Shelby. You’re too obvious. You really want the app? Too bad I have plans to take back the ones you stole so if you’re gonna steal OBSCURE too, prepare to war with me, and once again, keep Stacy’s name out of your rotten mouth, or you’ll end up voiceless.”

Shelby chuckled, sighing. “I’m on my way to church to pray against evil spirits like you, and I won’t let you make me late. Just know that by month-end, you’ll feel me. I’m coming for you, Thiago. Remember you only did one month in jail before escaping, you still have fifteen more years to do, and that jail is where you’ll land if you step this country. Have fun deceiving everyone, devil.

With that, she hung up, and Cove’s phone left his ear, lowering till he dropped it.

Gently, he dropped Stacy’s body in bed, making sure she stayed asleep. She needs all the sleep she can get before the party at 8.

Almost immediately, she pulled his arm to herself, hugging the arm in her sleep. It’s her habit to hug something when she sleeps. It’s either her teddy or her friends.

And when she slept on the same bed with him at OphChem Cellar two days ago, she had held him so tight like she was afraid of something in her sleep.

And that just added another wish to his wishes; he wants to enter her dreams and see what it’s like in there.

He didn’t move, maintaining his stilled position beside her as she hugged his arm tighter, her dark lashes unmoved.

Her lips moved though, and he touched it, caressing the softness, but not for long.

If he does it for longer than that, he’d get intrusive thoughts, and if he gets those thoughts, he’d become beastly again and will have to do another episode of begging.

He withdrew his finger from her, and he took off his boots, climbing the bed to lay beside her.

Instantly, her two arms circled around him, wrapping till she held all of him, then she rolled herself to climb him. She slept on him, and he covered them with the blanket.

He was caressing her hair, kissing it too the way she likes.

His mind did a spin, and that day flashed in his memories.

[Five Years Ago, Australia] [Nightfall University]

It’s one week after the final exams, project submissions and presentations of the final year students, and it’s expected that the grading and CGPA revelation should be out today, so they’re all here, waiting for their fates.

But even the ghosts of the university are aware that only one person will graduate with full marks and bag a first class, and that person is none other than Cove Fabio.

He has no friends. Who’d wanna be friends with an egoistic bastard who talks down on everyone including the lecturers? So he’s always alone, and he’s so in love with that.

As the other students ate, drank, took pictures and did videos, he sat in a corner, not even looking at them. He’s in front of his laptop, checking the statistics of his OBSCURE app.

His best app yet.

No expression on his face, just chilling coldness and tight pale lips as if he’s sick.

He hates using balm, so those lips are always pale and tight.

A news popped up on his phone, and he picked it up to see it’s about his family. The head of X Family—His Excellency Nathan X, is set to announce his will tommorow.

Cove knew his father Nathan was crazy, but Nathan exceeds his expectations everytime.

Announce his will when he’s still alive with two kids from different mothers’? Surely it’s something Nathan would do.

But who cares? One thing’s for sure; Nathan is gonna give him more properties than Shelby cos logically, Nathan trusts him than Shelby.

And he can’t wait to watch Shelby crash out insanely over it.

He enjoys watching her rant.

He dropped his phone and picked his bottle of water to drink, and instant, a ball came flying from the lawn, hitting the bottle away from him.

The air stopped, breaths seized, and all heads turned to see what had happened.

It’s the proud loner?

He might be a loner, but he has hurt a number of students who tried to cross him in this campus. He’s a one-man army, so their fear is understandable.

“Cove? I’m so sorry!” The boy who shot the boy quickly apologized. It was obviously a mistake.

Cove looked up, eyes not moving in their sockets as if they were glued there for seeing sake.

Cove.

He hates that name, but what can he do? It’s an alternative.

No one in this school knows he’s the heir of X Family. In fact, no one in this world is aware that he’s the heir.

Everyone knows X Syndicate has a handsome heir named Thiago, but no one has ever seen what he looked like, so they have no idea he’s Thiago.

His father created a fake identity for him—Cove Fabio, and he has been living under the fake identity outside the Syndicate castle, but once he gets back inside the castle, he becomes Thiago again…his real self who kills maids just for looking at him.

X Family is a genius dysfunctional family where everyone is incomplete and gifted,

But him?

He’s more than gifted.

He was 5 when he started human cryogenics and satellite strategies, so his father just knew he was born for greatness, and he might be targeted by enemies.

To keep him safe, his father formed a fake name for him outside the castle and even made him attend middle-class schools.

Otherwise, what would he be doing here in Nightfall University in the midst of smelly peasants?

He picked the ball and stood from his chair, then he flung that ball back to the boy who threw it.

The boy got hit in the mouth, and his jaws went bent. Blood spluttered out of his mouth and nose, and he went down in the midst of others.

They can’t even face Cove.

They could only try to save the boy who looks like he might die.

As they tried to save him, the update they’ve been waiting for finally came out—the results.

As everyone began checking their phones, Cove did the same.

As expected, he’s on top. The only first-class student in this set.

But something is wrong somewhere, cos he’s supposed to score 100 full marks in all the courses, but Computer Statistics, he scored 99.

99??

Where did the remaining one mark travel to?

He pushed the table in front of him away, and the students quickly made way for him as he stormed towards the Chancellor’s office like a dessert wind, the long bangs in his hair falling over his eyes.

He barged open the office door, meeting the Chancellor in a meeting with non-teaching staffs.

He didn’t even see the staffs, he went straight for the Chancellor, grabbing him by the collar.

“Covey!” The man shouted.

The staffs ran out.

Of everyone in this school, the Chancellor is the only exceptional one who’s aware of his real identity.

“Why the hell is my statistics in 99? Did Shelby pay you to get rid of one mark cos she knows how obsessed I am with full marks? Did she tell you to mess with the results just to mess with my damn head???” Cove demanded,eyes bloodshot.

“Cove… Thiago..” the Chancellor trembled. “No one messed with the results! I’d never do that! I know what you’re capable of so I’d never mess with you!” The Chancellor tried to exonerate himself and beg for forgiveness at the same time.

Cove dragged his head, and off to the glass table it went.

The table cracked immediately the Chancellor’s head hit it, and the poor man bled from the eye, falling to the ground and screaming for help.

Cove stormed out of the office, reeking of blood and vengeance.

The students went out of his way as usual, not wanting to be the next victim of the Mad Loner.

As he walked the hallway with bloody hand, the school guards rushed past him, going down to the Chancellor’s office.

“Shelby….” He muttered hatefully as he got in his car at the park.

And the speed he drove out of the campus with?

Dangerous.

[Present Time]

Cove’s lips met Stacy’s hair for the 50th time, and he paused, looking down at her sleepy face.

He kissed her nose, chin, and softly on her juicy lips.

His arms around her became tighter, like he wants to squeeze her inside himself and never let her out.

Her eyes opened cos of the suffocation, and she slowly had a peek at his face.

“You’re here,” she whispered with a small smile. Seems the alcohol has finally cleared off.

“Never gone,” he replied.

She inched closer to him, bringing a finger to his face and running it around the features.

The finger stopped on the mole at the corner of his pointed nose, and she kissed it.

Another mole is below his right eye. She kissed that one too.

“You’re not trying to get me hard, are you?” He whispered.

She ignored and just swept her hair back, smiling. “Your mind is always dirty, you delinquent.”

“Dirty thoughts about you is necessary.” He said.

“You have fine hands,” she took his right hand, checking it out. “Why do you love wearing leather gloves? Trinidad said you hate dirt”

“That’s right, I’m allergic to dirt.” He replied, holding her wrist.

“That night when you carried me in the rain and I puked on you, what was your first thought?” She asked.

“Kill her,” he replied genuinely, and she bursted into laughter.

“You always do what’s on your mind, so why didn’t you kill me?”

“Cos I knew you’ve been attracted to me since day one?” He replied arrogantly. “And I wanted to see how far you’d go to have me to yourself.”

“Are you saying I have you all to myself now?” She lowered her lashes.

“I’ve always been yours, you just didn’t know.” He said sweetly.

“When you act sweet like this, I get scared.” She said seriously, brows upturned. “Please don’t betray me. I promise I won’t betray you.”

“Do you wanna hear what Almighty T is saying about that?” He smiled.

With a low chuckle, she slid down his body and placed her head on his midsection, sleeping on his c+k indirectly.

It’s covered by his pants, but she could still feel the fatness as it bulged mightily.

She lay there, and he continued stroking her hair, staring down at her till she fell asleep again on top of his killer c+k.

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[Outside]

Trevor and his peers are still celebrating, cheering and drinking and dancing to Dorian’s music around the cars.

It’s 7pm now—one hour before the party, and Trinidad still hasn’t said anything. The tomboy sat right beside Matteo, and they both held drinks as they watched Trevor.

Trinidad looked at Matteo, seeing he’s only trying to act happy and excited for Trevor’s sake. He’s not happy.

“The money you used to book an island vacation for Trevor, you could use it for yourself yunno.” She said.

Matteo faced her, taking a long swig from his bottle.

“I’ve been promising him since last year, and I’ve been saving for it,” he started. “Trevor lived in an orphanage yunno. We dunno his parents, but by his accent, it’s obvious he’s Italian. His orphanage was several streets away from here, but he ran from that orphanage to this garage that fateful night under a heavy rain cos the orphanage mistress wanted to suck his D by force… Despite the fact that we didn’t know him, Cove went back to the orphanage with him and…”

“And killed the mistress,” Trinidad finished.

“That’s right,” Matteo nodded. “Then he stubbornly followed Cove back here, calling him big brother even when Cove hated it. Soon, we became three small garage family, and it’s funny how I met both Cove and Trevor on a rainy night…” He smiled. “So he said he has never had a birthday cake or gift before, and I’ve promised to give him a memorable gift. Trevor is like my adopted last born, so yeah, even if it’s with my last penny, I’d give him the vacation.”

Trinidad nodded. “Elmira and his twin brother would be so happy to meet their adoptive brother, don’t you think?” She said.

Matteo’s eyes snapped to her, and it went so wide she smiled.

“I heard you with Anita two days ago.” She provided.

Matteo relaxed, sighing. “I’m really a bad person, and there’s no justification for what I did. Back then, I was a ghetto boy—a thug who survived by pickpocketing. I impregnated her, and I….left her all alone, and now…” He broke down, wiping his tears.

“You’d be shocked to know who Elmira’s twin is and where he is at the moment,” Trinidad said.

“You know Elmira’s twin brother?” Matteo faced her.

Trinidad sighed, taking the first swig from her alcohol bottle.

“It’s not my place to tell you who he is. When Anita is ready, you’ll know him. Also, you should work on making Elmira accept you first before starting to think about her twin brother. Not sorry to say, Elmira is a bîtch.” Trinidad said.

Matteo nodded, dropping his alcohol bottle slowly.

“I’m glad you met Covey, Trinidad. In glad you met Trevor and me too. You’re like our mascot.”

Trinidad chuckled, giving him a sweet glance before her eyes went back to Trevor’s side.

She met Trevor’s eyes on herself, and she paused.

He’s pouring champagne in a cup. Cup is full, but he still kept pouring in it, staring at her.

“Trevor! The champagne!” His classmates shouted, and that was when he got back to his senses and dropped the bottle.

Trinidad stood.

“It’s time for the outing!!!” She screamed, and the classmates screamed right after her, each raising their bottles in the air.

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[8PM – Plaza]

Trevor wore his best new designers for the outing, and he expected Trinidad to take him out to the steakhouse or cake house for tiramisu, so he was smiling with anticipation as he came out of the car with the blindfold over his eyes.

He could hear music thumping, and he wondered what kinda outing is this.

His classmates and schoolmates came in three different cars behind him. They’re like 50 cos he’s loved.

Stacy and Cove came on his bike. Nutjob hates parties—hates noises, but what can he do?

It’s Trevor’s night.

He held tightly to Stacy’s hand as they walked behind them.

Matteo is last. He arrived in his car, smiling genuinely this time.

“Matteo please give me expo! Where are they taking me to?” Trevor shouted from the front.

“Nothing for you last born!” Matteo shouted back.

“I thought we were friends!” Trevor dramatically hissed, and Trinidad laughed heartily.

The main double doors to the Plaza slid open. The Plaza went silent, and Trinidad pulled off the blindfold from Trevor’s eyes.

The crowd regained their energy again, screaming out as one…

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TREVOR WOLFE!!!!”

The smile that took over Trevor’s handsome face afterwards was magical. He has never felt this happy all his life, and it brought tears to his eyes once again.

He faced Trinidad, taking her hands to hold intimately. “Thank you, T-girl. When I grow up to be rich in the future,… let’s say five years from now when you’ll be 25 and I’ll be 21, I’ll give you a memorable birthday too, I promise!”

“I’ll be waiting, kiddo!” She smiled and stylishly removed her hand from his hold, but before she could step back, Trevor pecked her cheek.

Then, his schoolmates dragged him to the center of the hall where he was stripped of his shirt and his champagne shower resumed.

Trinidad stood where she stood, touching her cheek slowly, unable to move forward.

She shook her head suddenly, then grabbed a shot of alcohol from a table and drank it all.

She slapped herself. “Not you, Trinidad. Not you at all.” She muttered.

As she’s dropping the cup, Tania and Tasha collided with her. They really attended the party, and they look as extra as they can be in their condom gowns. For the first time, they’re wearing the same outfit.

“Ou! You guys should try to match often from now on! Y’all are stunning!” Trinidad complimented.

“Thank you…ish!” Tasha rolled eyes.

Trinidad grinned.

“You wanted to show me something?” Tania said, seeming inpatient.

Trinidad retrieved her phone, made few swipes and gave Tania the phone.

There’s a voice recording…

“The second striker, I’m not seeing her face anywhere?” A husky voice said, and Tania immediately recognized it as Cr7’s voice.

Her eyes widened.

“Tania Delgado? She was here just now, where did she go?” Trinidad’s voice replied.

“Gawd, you can’t leave without seeing her! She’s an emotional bîtch, she’s gonna cry!” Trinidad said.

“A video then?” Cr7 suggested.

“Perfect!” Trinidad chirped.

The voice recording ended there, and and Trinidad took the phone from Tania, clicking on a video before giving the phone back to Tania.

It’s a video of Cr7, clear.

Tania covered her mouth so she wouldn’t shout.

“Tania Delgado? Hope to meet you personally someday and see you in great stadiums, dominating fields and dribbling brilliantly. I owe you a one day training in the future—to correct your mistakes during the march. Stay good, and healthy.”

The video ended, and Tania screamed finally, unable to hold it in.

Trinidad’s phone fell from her and the screen nearly cracked as she jumped repeatedly.

“I told you to be optimistic! I knew you’d do it!” Tasha laughed.

Trinidad was in Tania’s arms before she knew it. Tania hugged her tight like a long lost friend.

“You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much Trini! Thank you so much I’ll continue paying you back for this in the future! Thank you!!!”

Trinidad couldn’t help but laugh a little, hugging Tania back before breaking away.

“So…stop squeezing that face around and enjoy the party.” She said.

Tania nodded. “Of course!”

“Thank you, Trini.” Tasha said.

“Nothing special,” Trinidad shrugged, still smiling as she left them.

“He saw me after all, Tasha. He saw me.” Tania gushed. “He said he owes me one training.”

Tasha hugged her fondly, and Tania drowned in the hug so deep she started shedding tears of joy.

“What’s going on here?” Kehlani joined them shortly, holding three cups of mimosas for them.

“Tonight is the happiest night of my life!” Tania gushed, pushing the mimosa cups away from Kehlani. “Mimosa is grounded tonight! I want beer! Beer!!” She screamed.

“You want it, you get it!” Kehlani screamed back, and a server slid a crate of beer on the table beside them. They each picked a bottle.

Clinking loudly, they drank.

Max, Frank and Remo are by a side, drinking together.

“Dad is saying he wants to save my videos of Kaylee till next year during the presidential voting so he’d sabotage her with it, and I’m still in awe of him. Next year? Now that I can’t cook Cove like I want, can’t cook Kane like I wish, I also have to wait till next year to cook Dorian?” Remo complained impulsively.

“Your dad probably has a better plan, but don’t get me wrong. I’m not in support of waiting till next year…. I mean…why the fuck??” Frank frowned, glancing at Max.

Max’s eyes are on Kehlani at the other side of the Plaza.

Reid is currently walking towards Kehlani, but Max definitely wasn’t gonna let it happen.

He dropped his alcohol and began strolling there.

“Here we go,” Frank said.

“Did someone hire Max to shame me? Does Reid seem like a normal guy to him? Dude fought both of us during the kidnap and nearly wounded us!” Remo scoffed.

“Can you take your eyes off Max and look at Roxy and Elmira?” Frank replied, and Remo’s neck turned to Elmira and Roxy’s direction.

Elmira is currently glaring daggers at Kehlani, and Remo burst into laughter loudly.

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Meanwhile, with Kehlani and the twins, they’re still drinking beer, currently on the second bottle each.

“I’m guessing Stacy is with that lunatic boy?” Kehlani said.

“What do you think?” Tania shrugged. “I’ve never seen a more enchanted lover girl.”

“Tell me bout it!” Tasha laughed.

Someone else joined their table, and they shifted to a side.

Seeing it’s Reid, Kehlani blinked. “Reid? What’s up!”

“Wow,you actually talked to me?” The guy smiled brightly. “The moon probably rose from Mississippi tonight.”

“You’re not like a particular someone, so you get some points!” She shouted tipsily over the music.

“Does that mean we can now be friends?” Reid asked immediately.

Before Kehlani could provide an answer, Max appeared on that table and pushed Reid back.

“Stay away from her! You don’t have ears? She’s my girlfriend!”

“What’s he saying!” Kehlani gasped, dropping her bottle to attack him,but Reid was faster.

His sneaker went up, marching Max on the chest in a hard push. Max staggered, hitting the wall, and when he bounced back to retaliate, Reid’s punch smudged his face.

Max landed heavily on the table, and Reid climbed the table too, taking Kehlani’s half-downed bottle.

He poured alcohol into Max’s nose, and it went straight to his skull, nearly killing him on spot.

Everyone screamed, phones getting pulled out to film the first fight of the damn night.

“Your girlfriend?” Reid laughed, punching Max twice. Blood mixed with alcohol on Max’s face. “The same girl you broke up with and disgraced by posting her nudes? You damn cow! How dare you show your face here!”

Another two punch landed on Max’s face, and blood flowed again.

Behind them, Kehlani and the twins were stunned, especially Kehlani.

“Oh my gosh,” Kehlani muttered.

Remo and Frank are where they are, not moving an inch to help.

“Clink your glasses with me if you support this beating.” Remo said.

Frank clinked his bottle with him, and they drank.

Elmira scoffed, smiling satisfactorily. “Serves him right.”

Not far from her, Matteo is seated, watching her secretly.

Watching his daughter who doesn’t even know him as her father.

This is the main reason he came here…to watch her. He wiped his tears and sniffled.

Elmira’s eyes met with his own, and he looked away quickly.

“Why the f+k is that old man staring at me?” She snickered, waiting for Roxy to add her words.

But Roxy is staring at Trinidad instead, her hate mounting more. Trinidad’s secret is nipping at her tongue to come out, but no…it’s not gonna be here. She has to find a way to ruin Trinidad with it in a loud, destructive kinda way.

Kane is alone by a side, staring at the ongoing fight between Reid and Max.

He smirked, looking at Reid. “Look who was telling me to stay away from feelings.”

Kehlani later pulled Reid away from Max, and Max fell unconsciously on the floor, bleeding.

Reid wanted to follow him again, but Kehlani pulled him.

“Reid!”

He looked back, panting, but smiling. “Wow, you called my name.”

Kehlani immediately let him go, hissing, and he smiled again.

Kane settled not far from the Plaza bar, and his eyes settled on the bar itself. Scott is there, drinking alone and working on his phone.

He has been there since the start of this party, and he hasn’t looked up.

He didn’t look up from his phone till two cheerleading girls came to him.

“Hey Scottie!”

He looked up, smiling like his normal self. “Hey,you girls good?”

“We’ve been wanting to tell you how great you looked on the field during the march, but we han no chance. Now that you’re alone, chance would never be missed.”

“Really?” Scott beamed brighter. “Thank you, hope you both are part of the cheerleaders for the Sunday match though.” He asked.

“Of course! Can we get a picture?” The girls got their phones.

“Of course, take it!” Scott stood from the stool, standing behind them.

His arms held their shoulders, and phone went up for the taking, but Scott was pulled away before he could even snap the picture.

The phone fell back into the hands of the girls, and he was twirled out of the Plaza with a familiar pull.

He met himself at the Plaza valet park beside Kane’s car, and when the park lights brightened, Kane’s angry face came to view.

Scott smirked, nodding. “Wow! So it took two girls around me to make you come back to me. I’d have f+ked a girl earlier if I knew it’d bring you back!” He spat.

“You were tempting me?” Kane’s lips lifted in a smirk.

“No, I was really gonna snap with them then propose s+x to them and take them into a room and f+k them! I might be g@y, but I can still caress my d+k to make it stand for a female!” Scott laughed.

“You wouldn’t,” Kane’s smirk grew nastier, filthier.

“Watch me!” Scott pushed past him, heading towards the back entrance, but he could only go that far before he was hoisted back to the car.

He was slammed on the car body, Kane’s palm on his neck, faces hooking and breaths mixing.

“No, you f+kin watch me, and feel me!” He growled, catching Scott’s lips in his own, stealing his sanity.

Scott’s head turned, hands grabbing Kane’s bulges in the right places, eyes snapping shut and back crashing against the car body again.

He moaned like a girl, and Kane’s second hand freed their belts from the hoops. At the same time, their p+nts fell off their waists, landing down their ankles.

They broke the kiss, breaths rough and uneven as they both looked down at their stretching lengths.

Their chests rose and fell in sync as the air between them thickened.

While Kane’s c+k was straight and long, Scott’s was curved and thick.

Perfection mirrored perfection. They’re both hard, painfully stretched, pulsing, spiralling.

Scott was mystified. It showed in the way his gaze roughened, and his eyes streaked with impatience.

With breaths still rushed, his hand went down, taking Kane’s length and holding it firmly, palm wrapping warmly around it.

Kane watched as his freckled sin stared at the perfection in his palm, each beat of his chest frantic.

His gaze dragged slowly back up, dark and unsteady, like he was holding onto the last thread of control. Scott swallowed, his grip tightening, jaw clenched as if he didn’t trust himself to speak.

For a moment, neither of them moved—just standing there, caught in the gravity of what they’d started.

Then, Kane stepped in again, slower this time, deliberate.

His hand found Scott’s wrist, guiding it tighter around his c+k without breaking eye contact.

Together, they stroked his d×k, and Scott’s m+anings resumed, as if he was already getting pounded.

Kane’s c+k thickened and stretched longer the harder they pumped with the conjunction of their hands.

Their eye contact didn’t break.

“Feel me?” Kane asked, voice lower now, roughened by something deeper than anger and lust.

His left hand went back to Scott’s neck, caressing the veins while their right hand still stroked his c+k below, both panting.

“Don’t ever avoid me anymore….ever… ok?” Scott m+aned, their hands moving faster, roughening, sharpening.

“Arg!!” Kane groaned, his climax building, heat pulsating, hotness gathering, muscles clenching.

He removed his hand, leaving just Scott’s hand on the c+k to continue, and Scott did just what he should…

He squeezed his cap, rubbed the pee-hole with his thumb and then slid his hand to the shaft, squeezing his balls possessively too.

“Damn…. freckles….ahhh!” Kane groaned louder, his foot seeming to be floating in the air, eyes starry.

“Crazy thing…” Scott moaned, the eye contact turning more hooked, more tight, more intimate, sensual.

Then…it poured.

Kane’s liquid flowed out of him, the feeling out of the world, the warmness sensational, messing with his brain components.

As his cvm leaked to the park ground, his groans leaked to Scott’s ears too, and immediately Scott let go of his dîvk, Kane reconnected their lips.

Their bodies met in the middle, covks began to rub, sliding, stroking each other, teasing, tickling, claiming, rubbing and possessing.

In no time, Scott came too, and his back smashed the car window once again and their kiss went frenzied.

Cûm stained their legs, thighs.

The night breeze hit their bare lower body.

Their groans merged into into one, slow and aligned.

—

[Inside, Cove’s Corner]

Cove choose the darkest corner of the Plaza, and Stacy just knew he didn’t choose it without a reason.

She is the reason, and she didn’t let the moment slip by uselessly.

Thankfully, she wore her favorite butt-cheeks-revealing bum shorts and a really slutty cropped top—for him.

The moment the song went from r&b to pop, she went crazy.

First thing she did was take off her cropped top, leaving her in her thin bra which has no foam, so her breàsts are transparent, especially the dark little n1pples.

She took her spot in front of him, dancing to the music, getting absorbed in the flow.

Behind her, Cove is chewing gum, and at the same time, he’s smoking and drinking.

He usually combined these three when he was at home, but he’s going back home soon anyways, so he might as well start regurgitating old habits and practicing them.

The smokes pouring out of his mouth belong in hell. He relaxed on the chair, chewing gum together with the smokes. Smokes escaped through his nostrils.

Stacy’s arse was twerking in front of him, so he raised an hand with a s+y smile, rubbing her ar$e and taking another puff from his cigarette.

Stacy swept her hair back, little eruptions of sweat on her face, but her knees didn’t stop moving back and forth.

Her twerking didn’t stop.

She looked back over her shoulder, and her eyes met with Cove’s.

He kissed her waist chains.

She smiled cutely, and he spanked her. Her butt cheeks vibrated.

“Thiago,” She m+aned, sitting on his lap and rocking him.

She took his cigar from him, and before he could stop her, she took a puff and started coughing.

Quickly, he gave her the Hennessy bottle to wash her throat.

She drank a little and threw her head back, grinning.

“Don’t pretend to be a smoker, you’re not one.” He said seriously, wanting to take the bottle from her.

She dropped it before he could, and she pulled his shirt from the base, peeling it out of his body. She took it off, then straddled his laps, facing him.

She retook the Hennessy bottle and poured it on his body till half bottle was reached.

“What’s the name of this level, Dollface?” He smirked.

“Stacy’s badassery.” She winked before going down on him, using her tongue on his slopes and muscles, abs and biceps, the six packs.

She bit his n+pples teasingly and rubbed her hair on the Hennessy on his skin. She kissed his neck, lips crawling up his chin.

A little before she’d get to his lips, she stopped, looking into his eyes.

He’s staring at her deeper than she’s staring at him. Her heart picked up the race again, so unhealthy, and her eyes turned affectionate she didn’t try to hide it.

“Do you remember what you said when you were drunk?” He asked.

She immediately shook her head, meaning an instant no.

He dropped his cigarette inside the Hennessy bottle and held her arse in his two palms, shifting her closer.

Again, she could feel his killer bulge under her. It’s poking so much.

“I won’t betray you…” She whispered, resting her forehead on his. “Don’t betray me. I….I think I… can’t do without you anymore.”

Cove smiled till it reached his eyes, and he stroked her hair away from her face. They both smell like Hennessey right now.

He kissed her eyes, and she closed them before he hugged her.

“I should be the one telling you that you have no right to get tired of my acts, Dollface. I’m obsessed, I’m addicted. And there’s nothing in this world I won’t do so far it’ll get you closer to me. You have no idea what you’re in.” He whispered.

“I don’t care,” she murmured. “I just want you alone.”

A dark smile made his lips go up, and he placed a kiss on her neck.

From her spot, Trinidad is staring at the dark corner with hunched brows, wondering what’s really going on.

Is Stacy in danger? Should she save her from her dangerous best friend?

Is Cove playing with her or just using her to pass time?

She has no answer, and she can’t even read Cove, so her confusion is so fuckin deep.

She drank from her bottle, facing the other way where Trevor is now playing games with his friends.

She smiled.

—

[Dorian’s Mansion]

Jeremy initially planned to go to Trevor’s party, but the remembrance that Stacy would surely be there made him change his mind.

He stayed back, signing endorsements online and writing music. Now he’s feeding the insects inside their glass habitat.

He sat beside the glass with the large tin of sugar and the white rubber spoon which he’s scooping inside with.

Eyes are melancholic, and he looks highly homesick as he sat there.

“Cove will hurt Stacy so bad, very bad.” His mind told him again.

His mind has been telling him that same sentence for weeks now, but what can he do?

He’s even helpless living as Dorian. Now he has to break the Dorian chains and build his own forte to protect Stacy, but how? He has the idea, but it’s not that easy.

There’s a huge collateral damage about him living as Dorian, and he might land in jail instead of saving Stacy like he planned.

He dropped the tin of sugar and stood to go use the shower, but his head rang suddenly, and he stilled.

His body paused too, head ticking back to last year January.

[Last Year January, San Francisco]

Happiness wouldn’t start describing what Jeremy felt when he came out of his gate at the airport.

He slowly adjusted his face cap, wowing at the tall buildings and skyscrapers.

LA has skyscrapers too, but they’re just not as tall as this.

All his life, he had been stick in LA. It’s his first time flying out of his city to another city, so his smile was blinding it could rival the sun.

He had saved for a year to buy Dorian’s concert ticket and book a flight and a hotel to stay at.

He even stole from his mum’s savings to complete the money, and it’s nothing to criticize about.

Anyone would wanna come.

He’s Elmira’s twin, but he shares only a little resemblance with Elmira, and then he shares deep resemblance with Dorian the metal singer who’s not even his family?

It’s not even resemblance if they have the same face. They’re literally the same person, and few people mistook him for Dorian in LA already.

So…it’s high time he met his role model face to face.

It’s 6pm, and he was being cautious as he walked up to the road where he stopped a taxi.

He was about to open the door when another person grabbed the door handle with him.

“I flagged this taxi down first!” They both said at the same time.

Then,he looked beside him to see it’s a girl obviously younger than him. S

She wore turtleneck sweater, and her gaze looks sharper than knife.

Seeing Jeremy’s face, the girl gasped.

“Dorian? Dorian!!”

Jeremy quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.

“No I’m not! My name is Jeremy! I only look like him! Dorian wouldn’t wear cheap clothes like this!” He gritted before letting her go.

With her eyes still wide, she gasped. “Doppelgangers still exist? Gawd! I can’t believe this! Dorian would be stunned to see his lookalike!”

“I’m a DIAMOND by the way! I’m here for the concert,” Jeremy smiled.

“Of course you are,” she extended an hand. “I’m Lynn.”

[Present Time]

Tears gathered in Jeremy’s eyes, but it didn’t fall as he went down in a squat, sniffling and covering his mouth with his palm.

“I’m so sorry, young girl. I’m so fuckin sorry…” His tears finally fell.

By the door, Angela watched him with mixed feelings.

She felt tears moisten her own eyes too.

—

[Saturday, A Pub]

The pub barely noticed when Anita slipped inside, the door creaking softly behind her.

Laughter rolled on from the people inside, glasses clinked, and the air smelled of beer and fried food.

She paused just a moment near the entrance, eyes scanning, careful not to draw attention.

It didn’t take long before she sighted her target at the east.

Keeping her head slightly lowered, she moved into the dim light, blending with the crowd.

No one spared her more than a glance, which suited her.

She settled on the east chair in front of a figure who wore a face hat.

“Who are you?” She asked in a total whisper, and the person lifted her hat slowly, revealing her face.

Zendaya.

Anita gasped…eyes stretching

“Zendaya?”

“You came here, meaning you’ve agreed to the collaboration.” Zendaya replied with ease.

She dropped a file on the table.

“Read through it, and you’ll know the info you need to provide. In three weeks after efficient planning, Albert should be dead.” She said.

“Why!” Anita took Zendaya’s hand. “Why do you suddenly want Albert dead?”

Zendaya roughly took her hand away from the woman, glaring.

“If you wanna get rich, just do as you’re told! Study the file overnight and call me tommorow morning. My number is in the package.

With that, Zendaya left the pub.

Anita’s palms turned watery with sweat as she picked the file up.

—

[Montana Mansion, 6pm]

Stacy decided to put little curls in her hair today, and it’s falling perfectly in place which made her start humming as the curling iron did it’s job.

She’s going on a date with her girlies, and after that, she’s gonna go spend the night with Cove.

That was her plan. And she was still sticking to it till her phone rang.

She paused her curling and took her phone. It’s Kehlani.

“Lani?” She muttered, swiping green.

“Babe, I’m on my way!” She lied with a smile.

“No check the news! Babe! I think you’re becoming the President’s daughter soon! And daughter-in-law to the vice president!” Kehlani announced happily.

Stacy frowned.

“What are you….”

“Check the news!”

The call cut, and Stacy went to the media with a frown.

The news aired twenty minutes ago.

Albert Montana, a top candidate for the next year presidential election.

Kaylee Wesley, a top candidate for the vice president.

Stacy Montana, the upcoming bride to Dorian Wesley.

She couldn’t read the details and outlines. She stormed out of the mansion and drove herself.

She knew her dad has decided to start making decisions for her, but this is not making sense.

And she had to hear about his candidacy from the news?

The guards didn’t stop her as she barged into Outright Medias with tears on her face.

Her dad’s office received her in two minutes more, and he wasn’t surprised to see Kaylee drinking with her dad at the lounge.

“Sweetheart!” Albert stood.

“Daughter-in-law?” Kaylee joined the standing immediately.

“Don’t daughter-in-law me!” Stacy yelled, facing her dad. “I had to hear about your candidacy in the news? You’re my f+kin dad! Why am I like an outcast just living in your mansion? Dad!!!”

“Stacy!” Albert yelled, regretting it immediately. “Stacy I’m….”

“I hate you!!” She yelled, storming out exactly the way she stormed in.

“Stacy!” Albert went after her.

Kaylee held her forehead.

“She really needs to get married to my son. Dorian would feed her slaps to set her straight. I hate brats.”

—
—

[Elite2 Hotel]

Cove saw the news and just treated it as unimportant.

Dorian married to Stacy? He’d kidnap the two of them,make Stacy kill Dorian with her own hands and set his body on fire then f+k her under the illumination of the fire. End of story.

He shut down his laptop and was about to dial Eleven when the doorbell sounded.

Matteo and Trevor don’t ring it before entering, so he had a guess of who, and when he opened the door, it’s indeed his Dollface.

Teary, wet face.

He didn’t get to talk.

She just stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It’s like he has been waiting. He kissed back, fervently, sickeningly, feverishly.

He’s literally kissing her life, eating her soft lips, sucking and chewing.

All on that door.

He tasted her salty tears in the kiss, and she just kissed him deeper. He took it.

Stacy nearly fainted as all breaths were drawn from her chest.

He was stealing her life with the kiss, and she had to struggle to breathe…

“I love you so much, Thiago. I love you madly I’m sickly in love with you. I lied last night when I said I couldn’t remember my drunk words.”

Her words were a low but clear whisper as she broke the kiss, both panting hungrily, eyes connecting with the darkest threads existing.

“I love you more than anything….” She confessed again, her eyes searching his. “And I want you to take me so hard, right now….”

Her voice went lower.

Cove’s eyes dropped lower too, the darkness suffocating but beautiful.

“Make love to me… F+k me till I forget myself. Make me forget everything. Please…” She muttered, arms still wrapped on him.

Cove’s breaths was heavy, wicked, hard and hot as it hit her dolly face.

“My stamina is beastly, Dollface. I’ll fûck you in all angles in this suite, and you won’t be able to stand up all tomorrow.” He whispered warningly, fingers caressing her cheeks.

And she replied…

“I don’t wanna stand up, Ruin me, wreck my legs, my Thiago.”

TBC.