Reckless – Episode 79&80

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 79&80

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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[Dorian’s Mansion – 7:30]

Jeremy held a glass of Rosé in his left hand while his right hand held his phone to his ear as he stood beside the glass wall of his gym.

From there, it looks like he’s the sovereign over the city of LA, and the fleet of buildings resemble fireflies drowning in a river.

But he couldn’t even take in the beauty or appreciate it tonight. He’s taking seldom sips from the glass, and yet, he feels parched like he’s not feeling what he’s drinking.

He’s like a ghost—dead and unfeeling, even to his own surroundings.

The only thing he’s feeling right now is pain and guilt coming from the center of his chest—his heart.

And his only anticipation is for the person on the other end to pick up.

The long ring came to an abrupt pause, and he sighed, half-relieved.

“Jeremy?” The firm ominous voice from the other end came through.

“Cancel the plans,” Jeremy’s voice was low but resolute.

Like he did lots of thinking before coming to this conclusion.

There was a long pause before the person spoke up.

“I’m not sure you have any idea what you’re talking about. You’re signing up for a lifetime of penury and sufferings. Do you know?” The shrill voice clung to the phone speakers.

“I won’t change my mind and come back to tell you to continue with the plan if that’s what you’re worried about. Cancel the plan, I mean it. I know what I’m signing up for, and I deserve it.” He replied, concisely.

The glass went to his lips, and he took another sip he doesn’t feel.

“Did you really think about this well?” The voice returned in a persuasive tone—as if trying to make him see the perils in his choice.

“I thought it through.” Jeremy crooned. “Maybe when I’m done serving time, we can continue this.”

“What of Stacy? You said you wanted to fight for your freedom just to be with her! Are you really giving up like this? You don’t believe in Mother Mary anymore? You prayed to her, and she took your prayers to Jesus. Now that Jesus has answered your prayers, you’re withdrawing? Coward!!! Coward!!” The voice yelled — a disappointed declaration.

Jeremy dropped his cup on the table behind him. “Stacy? She has Cove.”

“The same devil you planned to save her from? What are you even saying!!” The voice thundered.

“She has her dad, and she has her friends. She’ll live long, but I need to do this to be at peace with myself. Come back to my aid after I finish serving time.” Jeremy humbly said and hung up quietly.

He dropped the phone beside his cup of wine and faced the glass wall again, eyes almost moist.

“I guess I should stare at the beauty for as long as I can. My free-time is limited anyways.” He muttered.

He brought a little hairpin out of his pocket, smiling sadly as he stared at the tassels attached to it.

The hairpin belongs to Stacy.

On the Mixer night when they were dancing tango, he had removed it from her hair secretly cos he wanted to have something of hers.

He squeezed it between his palm and turned around a bit.

The house is empty cos Kaylee and Angela went to finalize a work deal.

His crew members are having three days off, so he’s alone here.

He drew a sigh softly.

—

[Elite2 Hotel] RATED 🔞

Whatever Dollface wants, she’d surely get, and that’s why she’s currently stark n+ked in bed, spread like butter on bread while Cove stood at the feet of the bed, staring at the angelical ethereality.

His clothes are gone, too. She peeled them off just like he had peeled hers, but he still has his boxer briefs on his waist—the only thing covering his c+k right now, but even with the cover, the protuberance is still so obvious it made Stacy’s mouth dry.

She had it in her before, but that wasn’t enjoyable. She knew he was big through that, but she didn’t get the chance to see it cos he was behind her throughout anyways.

Her eyes kept going from his tattoos to his bulge. The perambulation made her head spin even when he hadn’t touched her.

Her p+xy watered. The cûnt developed a heart of it’s own and started beating, and as the beats came, she dripped.

She has never been this wet before. Not even when he ate her p+xy in the bathroom or when he teased her in the bathtub in Vegas.

Maybe because this time, she asked with her own mouth. Her whole body was hastening on it’s own, lips slowly parted and stomach clenching on nothing—eagar for some insertions.

But what can she do? She has to wait till he moves cos it seems like he hasn’t had a fill of her yet.

How is that even gonna happen when she’s too unreal? Cove’s eyes twitched with filthiness as if he’s witnessing a heaven he’s willing to ruin.

Her body is the most perfect he had ever seen. Not even a sweettalk.

The perfect proportions of everything made it so hard to look away as it’s the first time he’d be seeing her fully naked. He saw her half-naked a number of times whenever he watched her in her room through OBSCURE lens, but this is STARK.

From the deeply dark long hair to her small round face with the innocent brown eyes to the seductive lips and the elegant neck. The ample breàsts, the flattest tummy, and the dimple-like bellybutton which housed the prettiest blue ring.

Her snatched little waist carved with beautiful chains, the cutest legs and nails, and the sexiest tightest p+xy.

This is the same body Dorian is gonna claim? Not even in his dreams.

This body can only know him, can only get accustomed to him, can only be aroused by him. Not even a unneeded child is allowed to enter that body. Nothing else, but him.

He owns this, and in repeat… he’d go any length to keep it.

He could smell her arousal, smell the scent of her horniness, perceive the sweet scent of her cûnt from here.

The AC is blowing so good, but they don’t look affected as they’re already sweating, the pull between them so magnetic. So unbearable.

Stacy squirmed against the mattress, her cûnt dripping again as his feral eyes unsettled her.

The spot she’s sitting on is already soaked with her squirt.

She doesn’t know a man’s eyes can make one squirt, she’s just getting to know right now, and the beating of her p+xy just increased, shaking her insides vigorously.

Now she’s confused about if she wants him to touch her or f+k her. Must be both, cos her n1pples are so fuckin painful right now.

Cove’s briefs slid off his waist, and her slowly parted mouth came wide. Her breaths caught in her throat.

This is what she took inside herself at the cemetery house?

This thing?

Not only is it long, but it’s fat and decorated with veins as if it’s working out on it’s own. He’s already leaking prec+m at the hole too, and his first order dropped unexpectedly..

“Touch yourself for me, Dollface. Thrust your fingers into your cvnt.”

She gasped soundlessly, swallowing.

“You… want me to—

“Touch it. You do it in your room alone, but now I want you to do it in front of me…” He finished.

She looked down at herself, her fingers crawled to her center, stomach clenching harder as she placed a finger on the entrance, looking at him before inserting it.

She didn’t m+an, but she bit her lip, then inserted another finger.

“F+k yourself with them…” He ordered again, deep and growly against her red ears.

Before she could start, he talked authoritatively again, the orders getting her wetter… “Look at me while you thrust.”

She began, moving her fingers in and out of herself, their eyes locking as toxically as it does, all dark desires assembling in the room with them.

As she fingered herself, he stroked himself too. Their gazes never blinked away from each other.

Their breaths blew hot, adding thicker layers to the buildup.

Lust and hunger mixed, creating a wild ting of beastliness.

They both went crazy, insanely charged. Out of control.

The rhythm of her fingers in her p+xy matched the rhythm of his palm pumping his c+k.

“Don’t dare slow down!” He spat, groaning with clenching torso, d+k growing larger in his palm.

“I won’t! I can’t slow!” She m+aned, legs cramping, knees clenching, hips seeming to lock in. Her chest locked in too, stomach unable to take in breaths. Lungs turned starved. Her eyes turned. “Oh…. Thiago I’m….”

“Don’t c+m…yet…” He groaned, foot becoming one with the floor. Hair fell over his right eye, his nose crunching, chest inflating, muscles blowing up. “Faster!”

She obeyed, fingering herself harder than before. Her eyes are on his c+k as she did herself, and his eyes are on her opening too, never blinking.

Their loads built at the same time, room so hot, bodies so heated and still so turned on.

“I swear I can’t control it!” Stacy cried… “Ahh….gawd!”

“Wrong name, you’re looking at me right in front of you, not him!” He spat sweatily.

“Thiago! I’m really gonna let it go! I can’t…hold back…I… can’t…

He let her, and she released herself from the restraints. She didn’t just cvm, she squirted, her liquid spreading over the bed.

Cove’s cóvk dripped with cvm though, and as it dropped on the floor, he raised his brows..

“Come here,”

She crawled to the bed edge, kneeling in front of him.

In one fistful, she wrapped her hair, and he shoved the wet cóvk down her throat, making sure she gagged.

She mightn’t have done it before, but she has seen lotta videos on cornhub, so she did just as she learned, holding the base with her palms and blowing with her mouth, using her tongue.

“F+k! Dollface….” He grunted, his hold on her hair turning fire…her scalp burned, her eyelids watered, her head bustled, but she kept going, sucking his c+k till he couldn’t do anything but groan sickly.

He stared at her through his lashes as she sucked, and he concluded it’s the most beautiful scene ever.

His Dollface on her knees, his c+k stuffing her mouth, and her eyelids wet from pleasure tears.

Her p+xy soaked beneath and her standing breàsts with achingly hard n+pples at the tips.

This memory will be engraved in his head forever—never to be forgotten.

He’d take it to his grave—the grave he’s gonna enter with her cos he can’t die without taking her.

“Motherf+kin’….f+k!” He cussed again when she kissed his cap before shoving him back into her mouth, tongues licking his saltiness.

His head went back, the hair sprawling and suspending.

His second shot went into her mouth, and she swallowed it all before laying back in bed readily.

He wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, and her breathings fell out of line when he finally did the insert.

“Damn! Thia—”

She couldn’t finish. The remaining two letters died in her throat when he kissed her madly, eating her lips and devouring her pains and worry.

At the same time, he inserted himself slowly—as gently as he could be….

She m+aned into his mouth, and he devoured the m+ans too, their bodies conjugating in the sweetest way ever.

It didn’t take long before she went past the threshold of pains, slipping into complete pleasure when he sheathed himself inside her.

Their lips parted, and she wasn’t surprised to see their lips are both sore. Her arms went locked around his large body. She’s like a mouse under him, and she feels so full she could nearly feel him in her mouth.

“Finally,” she smiled nervously, unable to hide her shakiness. “Finally you’re inside me properly.”

“You took it all like a good girl,” he whispered. “Feel good?”

She nodded softly. “Mad good. I love you so much.” She mumbled.

He replied with a kiss to her lips which sealed the moment. Then,he began moving, slowly, gently, humanly…. softly.

The first five minutes went by like this. Giving her her moment, letting her enjoy her adjustment.

And throughout, he kissed her, sometimes switching to her chest to suck her br+sts like a baby.

“I love your tongue…the way it feels so warm on me.” She m+aned, biting her lips slowly.

“Your body is the most fragile thing ever, Stacy. I’ll have fun breaking your innocence and softness. You can’t escape my fire, can’t escape me…. even if you run to the other side of the world…” He muttered, his voice tender and dark.

His thrusts are growing rapidly now, and her waist chains are shaking, making noise against the bed…

“I can never run away from you. I’m all yours. I see no other man.” She moaned again, legs tightening on his waist, p+xy embracing his c+k.

And then, the gates of pleasure opened. His pace became fast, hard and animalistic as if he’s gonna make her disappear into the bed..

Her vision felt like a veil was covering it. Her insides got disarranged, lungs entwining with the kidney and liver.

Her life flashed before her eyes, but fear means she’s alive, so she utilized it, grabbing the bedsheets.

Pleasure cracked into her bloodstream, so hot, so good…

Pleasure at the brink of oblivion. Her chest tightened on his c+k.

“Thiago!”

“Thiago!”

“Oh Thiago!”

“Thiago!”

“I love you Thiago!”

“Please don’t stop Thiago!

“Oh my…. Thiago!”

“Mmm… Thiago!”

“Thia….damn!!!!”

His villainous name became her chant. Her voice almost broke, her p+xy kept loosening juices.

Sweet and warm.

Till he tossed them, so she’s on top of him, and she rode like a cowgirl, her waist chains rattling, noisy.

She lifted herself to the tip then slammed herself back down on him, thrusting deep, hitting her womb.

The g-spot got clobbered.

“Good girl!” He praised with a grunt, holding her waist, guiding it properly, helping her ride masterfully.

“Say more..” She rotated her hips, rocking on his cóvk.

“You’re so sinfully beautiful…” He praised again, head jostling.

“I want more,” she rode faster, breàsts jumping cutely.

“You’re doing just good. Don’t fuckin slow, Dollface.” He praised longer, and she rode him to hell.

Her hair was already covering nearly all of her damp face when he pushed her against the room table.

She held the table tight, and he entered from the back, slamming hot into her p+xy again in d0ggy.

Her chest exploded. “F+k ittttt!!!! Thiago X!!!”

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[Saturday, Young Mansion]

The morning seemed to stretch longer today, and the house isn’t the usual silent one.

Now, Owen is sitting at the living room with store attendants around her. They’ve brought the wedding dresses for her to check out.

Silas payed for ten, and she’s to chose whichever suits her the most.

She has a bright smile on her face which seems like it’s never gonna wipe off even if the sky falls.

She has been mandated to smile even if her stabbed palm hurts like hell. Even if her foot throbs murderously. Even if her body aches.

She must smile till the arrival of the wedding day according to Silas.

“I can’t seem to choose any. They’re all too gorgeous. If only I could wear them all that day.” Owen said, holding her chest.

“We understand your plight, ma’am.” The attendants chuckled.

“How about the coquettish one?” Kane said, coming downstairs with a small smile and an habd pocketed.

Owen stood, brightening up more. “Son!” She took his arm.” Thank gawd you’re here, I was getting confused. I’ll wear the one you choose.”

“Shouldn’t your husband be the chooser?” Kane raised his brows. “Where the hell is he?” He threw a tentative stare around the room.

“He left early for office. You should choose, you know he’s a busy man.” Owen pulled at his arm again.

“The coquettish one is better like he said!” Reid supported, coming downstairs too.

He has been here since last night.

“You think so too?” Owen blinked, matching secretive gazes in the eyes of the three of them.

Reid nodded.

“The coquettish one then,” Owen faced the attendants. “I’ve never tried coquette before.”

Kane’s eyes suddenly caught the staircase railing, and he saw Scott standing there with sweat clinging to his skin like water, and a frown on his face. Looks like he’s just returning from the gym, but immediately Kane’s eyes caught his, he left there.

Kane went upstairs to catch up with him in in his room, and Scott nearly shut the door at his face, but Kane’s energy was unmatched.

He tore the door open and enter forcefully.

“Was I chasing wind by thinking we’re back to normal again?” He questioned angrily. “After what happened at the Plaza park, I was thinking you’re back to me, but here you are, planning your mum’s wedding with my bastard father and even chosing a dress for her!”

“Keep your voice down!” Kane cautioned. “Your dad is not home, but he might return anytime so fuckin keep it low!”

“And when did you start getting scared of my stupid father!” Scott snapped, angrier.

“Damnit i’m not scared, but I have something I must achieve at the wedding so the wedding has to happen!” Kane spat. “I can’t afford to lose my bearing and mess it up. It’s already enough that I made the mistake with you at the Plaza park—”

“Mistake?” Scott scoffed, eyes hurtful. “Mistake? Kane, mistake?”

Kane’s eyes softened, and it nearly showed he regretted saying that, but he snapped back to his manic gaze before he could give it away.

“We went intimate! Kisses that nearly broke my tongue! We saw each other bare at the base! We came together! I can nearly still feel the wetness of your sp€rm on my thighs, but what? A mistake?” Scott continued.

“You have a match tommorow, Scott. Don’t be distracted by me.” Kane said shortly and left the room.

“To hell with you Kane!” Scott’s tell resounded behind him.

He didn’t look back, nor did he stop, till he met Reid in the front.

He rested on the wall with a n+ughty smile on his face. Obviously, he has been eavesdropping on them.

“I wonder how he’d feel when he finds out you aren’t gay, that you only pretended to be one to get his sister’s history out of him.” He said.

“Shut up,” Kane glared, walking past him to his room.

Reid followed with a grin, but he quickly opened his phone when he received a notification about Max.

The f+ker is still at the hospital… receiving treatment as a result of the beating he gave him at the Plaza.

“Spend a year recuperating, you deserve it for doing that to Kehlani.” Reid mumbled, pocketing his phone.

Meanwhile, not far from the house… Some inches away from the gate, Silas sat in his car like a vice.

He left the house with ‘i’m going to work’ as his excuse, but he had cleared his schedules for today, so he has been here since, watching what’s going on in his house.

He had secretly planted a camera in Scott’s room this morning when Scott went to gym, and the camera showed him everything that had happened.

The argument between Kane and Scott some minutes ago….he watched it clearly through the camera.

Now he’s laughing, gripping his wheel with his right hand, taking off his glasses. He laughed sinisterly.

“I can’t believe these brats were actually fooling me into thinking they’re staying away from each other….Me?” He laughed again. “I gotta teach them all hot lessons and send them all to the psychiatric hospital on that wedding day.”

It’s high time Owen ended up like Scott’s mother. Just that this time… Owen would be going to the hospital with Kane and Scott.

Lynn has been missing for a year now and is probably dead.

Scott has grown too tall he can’t beat that brat anymore, so he deserves to die like his sister. He needs to take in a new wife.

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[Dorian’s Mansion]

Kaylee bathed early this morning even when she had nowhere to go. It’s a work-free Saturday and she has refused to stress herself.

But she dressed up and dolled herself up then picked her favorite wine from the cellar.

As she moved to the lounge, she was smiling, shinning.

Last night was her eighth session with Remo out of ten.

And she’s still so filled with the memories. Now these are the typa boys who deserve long life.

Remo is like her muse. Who knew she’d get addicted to a minor’s c+k?

The fact that she’s several years older than him is the sweetest.

Majority of RIDE second year students are 20 or 21, but Remo is 19. That bastard is the youngest in his set cos he entered uni early.

But he’s also the wildest.

Kaylee popped the wine she took and poured it inside two glasses that are already on the lounge table.

Angela was there before she even arrived, so as she picked a glass, Angela picked a glass too.

Her mood is totally down as she stood.

“What’s with this flat face?” Kaylee smiled. “Go outside, pay any 18 or 19 year old boy to service your p+xy for you. Life is too short to be as grumpy as you are.”

Angela stayed quiet, and Kaylee’s eyes rolled back and forth.

“Where’s that poor boy?”

“Jeremy? He’s still asleep.” Angela replied immediately.

“This is 8am, and he’s still asleep?” Kaylee checked the time.

“He had nightmares throughout the night and couldn’t sleep. He was screaming in the room. You didn’t hear his noise?” Angela scoffed.

“I was sleeping soundly, why would I care about him?” Kaylee scoffed.

“That boy is traumatized. He’s still traumatized from that night…” Angela said meaningfully.

Kaylee faced her directly now, frowning deep as she stepped closer, almost tumbling her wine on Angela.

“The three of us witnessed that night clearly, but we’re both fine. It’s his fault for being fainthearted!”

“You forced him!” Angela raised her voice, and Kaylee finally poured her drink on her.

Angela’s face dripped with red wine, and her eyes peppered from the little that entered them.

[Last Year January, San Francisco]

Kaylee drove herself this night, and whenever she drives herself, it usually means she’s madly angry.

Tonight isn’t an exception.

She’s fuming.

Dorian’s first concert for the year is tommorow, and he still hasn’t picked out his outfit. He hasn’t selected the songs in order. He hasn’t even done the last practice with his crew.

She received a call from Angela that he’s in a tattooist shop, so she drove down the city to get him.

She pulled up at the exclusive tattoo place and nearly jammed the other cars at the park.

The guard almost walked into her, but seeing it’s the big Kaylee Wesley, he stepped out of the way.

“Welcome ma’am,”

His greeting was left unanswered as Kaylee entered the shop sharply.

Of course she wasn’t gonna find him in the open area. She was directed to the private section at the top shop, and she stalked there, throwing the door open to meet herself inside a fog of heavy smokes.

Nicotine. Cocaine. Molly. E.

Mention any hard drugs…the smell is here, and there are m+ans too.

Choked, brutal moans.

“Rian!!” Kaylee’s voice rang out in the hell-like room.

“Mama K?” Dorian’s husky voice rang back to her. His voice turns husky whenever he smokes, actually.

“Dorian!!” Kaylee yelled louder.

“Kay?” Angela came out of the smokes to meet her.

“How dare you allow him to come here when his concert is tommorow!!’ Kaylee yelled furiously.

“I might be his manager, but we both know I can’t hold him down!” Angela spat. “He said he wanted to come for tattoos, and who am I to stop him?”

“Tattoos? Did you just say tattoos? The guitar tattoo on his arm isn’t enough anymore?” Kaylee gasped.

“Yeah. He said he’s tired of pretending to be holy. He wants tattoo all-over his body, he even drew a knot tattoo on his face. He’s gonna debut a new him to DIAMONDS tommorow at the concert.”

Kaylee pushed Angela out of the way immediately. She entered the row of smokes and just walked till she arrived at the middle where her son is. Dorian sat sprawled on the tattooist chair. His tattoos are done, but he still sat there, smoking.

He’s dragging from a pipe, and he’s also swallowing and sniffling drugs while at it. He’s a junkie through and through. Though, he only shows his fans a pretentious soft boy side of himself in public, but privately like this? He’s Lucifer.

There’s the body of a girl on the floor… About 16 or 17 years of age.

Her skirt is soaked with blood and sp€rm, and her head looks broken.

Obviously, she was raped.

“Mama K,” Dorian laughed hoarsely, but Kaylee ain’t in the mood.

She dragged him up by his collar, glaring daggers at him.

“Why the f+k would you draw tattoos! It’s already enough that you’re an inside Lucifer and outside saint, and now you’re saying you’re tired of pretending? DIAMONDS are fond of saying they like how you have only the guitar tattoo, but now you did what? Corrode your skin with tattoos? What is your issue! You haven’t even finished preparations for the concert! And who’s this on the floor?” She pointed.

“She’s the sweeper here who slapped me when I spanked her arse, so I…..”

“Raped her, again! You raped her to death!” Kaylee yelled. “Do you know how many bodies I’ve had to clear for you rapist? You’ve raped all my maids at home and now it’s outsiders turn?”

“You’re taking this too personal, Mama.” Dorian grinned, sounding high. “It’s nothing serious. You’ve always been backing me up so why your anger tonight?”

Kaylee walked out on him, still so mad. Now the smokes have cleared, and as she went for the door, Dorian followed fast.

“Mama! You can’t be mad at your only son!”

The tattooist came in, and Angela gave him a million check.

“Get the body incinerated cleanly. You can just tell her parents she didn’t come to work at all today.” She said, looking at the body on the floor.

“No worries, she’s an orphan. You don’t have to panic.” The man said greedily. “And of course I’ll keep my mouth shut. Who’d even believe me when I say it out? Rian and Kaylee are loved too much”

He handed the footage of Dorian raping the girl to Angela.

Angela smiled and left the shop too, but getting to the park, Kaylee and Dorian were already driving off in Kaylee’s car, so she slipped into Dorian’s car and drove after them.

Inside Kaylee’s car, the argument is still ongoing. Kaylee won’t stop vexing, and Dorian won’t stop pouring fuel in the fire.

“You didn’t see me complaining when you were raping maids. I even pay them and make them sign a keep shut agreement cos you’re my son anyways, but raping outsiders? You’re taking it too far! I’m doing everything to make people continue loving us, and I’m even planning to go for presidency soon, but you’re so determined to ruin us!”

“Fine, that’ll be the first and last outsider I’ll rape.” Dorian placed his palm on his chest like a pledge.

“I don’t believe you. Think I’m daft?” Kaylee scoffed.

“I said that’d be the last!!!!” Dorian yelled angrily. His blind anger and highness consumed him, and he snatched the wheel from Kaylee.

At the same time, a taxi was coming upfront, and Kaylee’s eyes popped.

“Riri!!!!!!”

Their car crashed into the taxi, and Angela braked behind them.

Her mouth widened.

“No!!!!!!!”

[Present Time]

Kaylee is now sitting while Angela is still standing.

Wine is still dripping off her clothes.

“If we sum everything up, Angela. It’s your fault. If you had stopped him from going to the tattooist that night, he wouldn’t be in coma now.”

Angela snorted.

“You’re my school friend who failed to make it when everyone was making it, so I took pity and hired you as my son’s manager. You’re a peasant, Angela Degraw. Know your fuckin place and don’t talk back.” Kaylee continued proudly.

Angela still couldn’t talk.

“Good. That’s more like it.” Kaylee rolled eyes, picking her ringing phone. It’s a call from the secret healthcare in San Francisco.

“Yes, doctor?” Kaylee stood.

“Good news, ma’am.” The doctor reported.

Kaylee gasped. “Is it what I’m thinking, doctor?”

“Exactly, your son is awake. He woke up five minutes ago.”

Kaylee smiled, rolling eyes at Angela. “Good riddance to people who don’t want him to wake. Stacy’s real husband is finally awake.”

“He’s asking for you, ma’am,” The doctor said.

“He’ll see me soon, but i’m not coming to San Francisco. Fly him over to LA discreetly and go according to the plans we’ve made.” Kaylee sighed.

“I understand,” the doctor quipped and hung up.

Kaylee lit a cigar and took a classy drag as she walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, smiling.

“The long-awaited game is about to start.” She muttered.

By the door of the lounge, Jeremy stood with his back to the wall.

He couldn’t hear their conversation clearly, but he’s smart enough to pick up that real Dorian is awake.

His freedom time is getting shorter.

[Last Year San Francisco]

The taxi moved after Lynn and Jeremy got inside, and Lynn instantly took off her turtleneck sweater, revealing red marks on her neck.

Jeremy’s brows furrowed. “Why is your neck—”

“Can we not talk about it?” Lynn faced him with a small smile. “It’s just a little skin reaction.”

Jeremy nodded, not pursuing it further. “Sure, shall we lodge in the same hotel and tour San Francisco together before the concert tomorrow?”

Lynn gasped.

“No it’s not what you’re thinking!” Jeremy laughed. Aren’t you like 15? I’ll be 24 next year so I don’t have such thoughts towards you.”

“I’m actually 16, duh.” She made faces, and he smiled.

“So what’s your favorite Rian song?” She asked with a blink.

“Toxic but Cute!” They both said at the same time and stuck palms together, laughing like they hit paydirt, but their laughter was shortlived as the taxi driver suddenly screamed in the front.

A car is coming for them on the dark road, and before the taxi driver could divert the routes, the two cars collided violently.

Glasses shattered, bodies dented, smokes started, two cars somersaulted—the taxi to the upper part of the road, and the other car to the lower pavement.

For ten straight minutes, nothing happened, just deafening silence cloaking the night.

But then…the door of the taxi opened upside down, and Jeremy dragged himself out with bleeding forehead, shoulders, neck and knees.

He was groaning, removing shards from his skin as he slightly opened the other door of the upside down taxi and broke the window with his elbows, his body shaking.

He dragged Lynn out from behind the wheel where she’s trapped, but he screamed out when he saw her neck has been slit by one of the shattered window glass. Her throat was cut, and she’s bleeding profusely.

There’s no breath in her anymore. Her body went cold so fast.

She’s dead.

Jeremy shook his head….

“No….no we still haven’t gone to the concert together! Wake up!!!!! Lynn! Lynn!!!!!!”

His roar shook the silent road, and as he held her dead body in his arms, his tears went cold on his jaws.

The taxi driver’s head is cracked already, so he’s definitely dead too.

Jeremy’s survival is still a shock to him, and his tears wouldn’t stop…

Till he heard screams on the pavement…

The car that hit their taxi…

A woman is dragging a boy’s body out of it, and she’s crying too as she shook the body for a response.

Another woman ran to them from a car behind, and they both started trying to wake the boy who looks as dead as Lynn.

There’s a gash on his head, and on his chest too. His bleeding is much.

Jeremy stood, anger taking over him as he ran to them.

“Do you think you have the right to cry for your boy? You killed two people here!!! Your car collided into our taxi you killer!!!” He yelled.

The two women looked up, and immediately their eyes met, the six eyes widened crazily.

“Mrs. Kaylee Wesley? Rian’s mum?” Jeremy said unbelievably.

Every DIAMOND knows Dorian’s mother’s face.

Jeremy’s face went down to the boy on the ground, and his eyes widened again , crazier.

“Ri…Ria…n…?”

He stumbled back and fell on his butt without getting pushed.

Kaylee stood, slowly with shadowed, ready curious eyes…

“Why do you have my son’s face?”

[Present Time]

Jeremy returned to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his palms.

He began crying again.

—

[Elite2 Hotel – Top kitchen]

Cove pushed a pineapple cube into his mouth with a fork before stirring the tahini sauce on fire, checking for the softness of the meat.

Funny how he’s cooking and still chose to eat pineapple when he could have easily munched some of the veggies he made.

To him, food is mundane. A repetitive exercise just to live. Why work that hard for strength?

He’ll never get the logic, and he has never been interested in food.

Not like he doesn’t eat, but it’s timed, and when he cooks for himself, he makes sure to eat his fill that’d carry him for at least one day.

Eating more than once a day has never been appealing to him.

But seems there’s gonna be a slight change in that this morning. He’s highly famished, starving.

It’d be weird to not be after the whole ministration last night.

From the bed, to the table, to the wall, to the floor.

They banged in the bathroom too under the shower, and none of them slept till 12 when his stamina reduced a little bit. He was still hard, but she was at the verge of crying again, so he had to pull out.

Fragile, tender girl.

That was the first though, and the second will be more intense. If he’s this hungry, then her hunger must be over the top, and that’s why he entered the kitchen for her immediately he woke up.

He had wanted to replace himself with a pillow cos if she can’t feel him around her arms anymore, she’d wake, but then…

Why would a pillow replace him?

He had left her just like that. She’s gonna wake whenever nature says.

He opened the pot of macaroni and ate from it.

He hasn’t tried it since he finished cooking it, but now that he’s trying…

It’s good.

So good he ate another forkful.

He dropped the fork, and he received a call immediately…

From Ten.

He swiped green.

“Your flight is readily booked, T. I know you still have three more weeks to go, but I just couldn’t wait to get the flight ready.” Ten said.

“Is that all?” Cove deadpanned.

“There’s a problem though. Shelby decorated all Australia international airports with cops and agents. Your pictures are everywhere in Australia too. Everyone now know Cove is Thiago over there, and it has been revealed that you didn’t die in the penitentiary fire too. Now cops are at alert. No matter the airport you enter Australia with, you’ll be captured.”

Cove ate the third forkful from the macaroni, nodding.

“Shelby will never not impress me. She’s worthy of being my half-sister after all.”

“You’re not bothered?” Ten asked.

“If I decide to enter Australia today without a fly knowing, I’ll enter. She’s working hard, but I’m working harder. Besides, i don’t mind getting caught by her cops, I’d love to burn the penitentiary for the second time.” Cove replied casually, his eyes sheening the subtle silver as he stared at the fire on the cooker.

Arms wrapped around him from behind, and his muscles softened as he dropped the call.

“Who was that?” Stacy’s soft voice asked, and he turned around to face her properly.

She looks exactly how he expected. Scattered hair, sore lips, sleepy, tired eyes with dark circles beneath.

Firstly, he gathered her hair in his palm while she rested her head on his chest. He braided the hair into two long pigtails and then lifted her to place on the kitchen island.

He spread her laps and went in-between, giving her a soft morning kiss on the lips.

“Slept well?” He teased.

“As if you allowed that. You even woke up at 5 to eat my coochie and I was moaning in my sleep.” She muttered tiredly.

Cove frowned…did he forget to mention that part earlier?

Well…

Now you know.

He tucked the few strands of hair on her face to the back of her ear…

“That was my rogue… I mean the call…” He answered her earlier question, staring at her eyes.

The brown increases in the morning like this, and it’s so damn dazzling.

“Rogue?” She blinked.

“In my family, people who do dirty jobs for us are rogues.” He explained.

“As if you need anyone to do your dirty job. Is there anything you can’t carry out?” She scoffed.

He smiled dryly, and she suddenly jumped down from that island, her soft barefoot landing on his feet.

She rushed over to the second island with gap between her legs, and he laughed out shortly.

Oh wow…this only means he did a pretty good job.

But she didn’t care about his jest. She just dragged the bowl of veggies to herself and began eating.

She opened the macaroni pot and digged in too, filling her stomach.

Cove scooped from the tahini sauce and blew on it for her before bringing it to her lips.

She opened up, taking it.

“Later, I’m not gonna be able to eat if you don’t feed me.” She said as she chewed gently.

Cove smiled almost ghostly, but it held longing instead of jest.

Was he already missing her?

He’ll be gone in three weeks, and he can’t take her along cos he has to go fight for his right first before thinking of coming to pick her up.

She opened her mouth, meaning another tahini sauce.

He scooped it and blew on it again before feeding her with it.

And that was when three extra people rolled into the kitchen.

Trinidad, Trevor and Matteo.

“I knew I smelt something good!” Trevor shouted, grabbing his spoon. “Gawd! It’s been long since Wizard cooked! I can’t miss this!”

“Is that tahini I smell?” Matteo sniffed the air. “When last did I taste it!”

He picked his spoon too, but Stacy covered the pot from them.

“No! I’m eating it all!”

“You?” Trevor looked her up and down. “You eat like an ant and that’s why you never get fleshier! Allow real people to eat!”

“My boyfriend cooked it, so it’s all for me!” Stacy insisted proudly.

“Boyfriend? Whoa….a-ah….new dawn… Boyfriend?” Matteo blinked, his gaze switching from Stacy to Cove who looks like he didn’t hear.

Stacy wasn’t listening. She’s mow busy fighting childishly over the tahini with Trevor.

Cove left the kitchen, meeting Trinidad who has been waiting by the door since she arrived.

Trinidad followed him…

“That girl? She’s hopelessly in love with you, and you better not break her or I swear to gawd I’ll have to fight you to the death!” She threatened seriously.

Cove turned, gave her a unreadable look, then he looked at the kitchen where Trevor and Stacy are still running around.

He smiled venomously and just walked off.

“What’s he planning in that dark head of his?” Trinidad muttered, folding her arms on her chest. “Why am I getting scared?”

—

[Next Day – A Two-Bedroom Apartment]

Kaylee took her glasses off her eyes when she climbed out of the car majestically, looking alpha-like.

Like she’s in charge.

She swept a fast look across the house and smiled.

This house used to be Anita’s house—the house she stayed with Elmira and Jeremy before she became a live-in housekeeper at Montana Mansion.

Kaylee bought this house under Jeremy’s name cos of today, and the day has finally arrived.

The smile kept spreading as she stepped inside.

Her steps paused in the stuffy, dusty living room, and her eyes rounded the place as if scanning for anomalies.

Finding none, so she opened a switch box on the wall and pulled down a metal handle.

The ceiling opened, and a long ladder came down.

A smirk was on Kaylee’s face, her purse carefully held at her waist as she began climbing the ladder, her puffed polo bouncing slightly.

The ladder folded back in when she finished climbing up the attic, and she turned on the lights to behold him—her son.

Dorian.

He sat up in bed, pillow supporting his back and the doctor beside him professionally.

Kaylee’s eyes darkened. “Now here’s the false story we’ll cool for the public; Last year January on your way to concert, Jeremy’s car jammed your car. He tried to kill you and take your place cos you both share the same face, but then…you didn’t die. Instead, you fell comatose, so he locked you here in his house attic. He has been holding you hostage while pretending to be you.

Dorian’s scars are endless on his face, and his lips kept lifting, nose flaring and brows nearly joining.

He’s obviously angry.

—

[Montana Mansion – Anita’s Room]

Anita just finished sending the finalized copies of Albert’s important info and upcoming schedule like Zendaya requested, and now as she stood impatiently in the middle of her room, she’s expecting Zendaya’s feedback so bad.

The buzzing of the phone made her run back to bed to take it.

Zendaya’s message sat there.

→Good job.

Anita took a relieved breathe and swallowed lumps, nodding.

“Jeremy, Elmira… I’ll bring you both back home soon. Trust me, mummy is coming to take you both. Together, we’ll be the three happy family once again. We’ll be together.” She said, nodding frantically.

Hearing the door alarm downstairs made her rush out.

She ran downstairs to meet Albert who’s just getting back from work, looking pissed.

He lessened his tie hold around his neck. “Stacy isn’t back yet? Since yesterday?”

“She’s—”

Anita’s words stopped when Stacy entered, wearing Cove’s hoodie and her own skirt.

She ignored her dad and faced the staircase…

“Are we really doing this, Stacy? Your mum Ophelia would be so disappointed!” Albert said.

She stopped, turning around slowly. “Mum wouldn’t force me to marry a man I don’t have romantic feeling for!” She stated.

“And why the f+k must it be him? Why must it be that thuggish, criminal killer?” Albert queried, eyes still pissed as he walked towards her.

“Cos I love him!” She shouted stubbornly at his face.

Anita gasped.

“Say that again!” Albert dared.

“I love Thiago! And he loves me too!” Stacy repeated.

And her cheek boiled as Albert’s palm flew to her face.

The slap was hot.

Her cheek reddened immediately.

Stacy’s eyes widened, so is Anita’s.

But then…. Stacy’s hand went up too, coming down to Albert’s…

TBC.