Reckless - S01 E14

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Reckless - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

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[Meet Up]

The Meet Up is like a relaxation center for RIDE students.

It’s the most popular place in Bel-Air cos the campus students patronize it a lot, and it’s always filled, especially in Fridays like today.

Scott and Max and Frank are smoking pot, but Remo has a 40+ old woman on his laps.

The only thing covering her nakedness is the n1pple cover on her n1pples, and the g-strings on her waist. Other than those, she’s bare to all eyes, and she’s all-over Remo.

Kissing, spitting, tonguing, laughing, pouring drinks for him and grinding her arse on his growing dîck.

“Did someone make Remo angry?” She asked when she noticed how aggressively Remo is vaping the pot.

“A bastard ruined his day in campus,” Frank grunted.

“Actually, two bastards,” Max said.

“Thinking about how I used my finger to vote STAY for Cove is making me go crazy here.” Remo said.

“I’m going to ease your stress, Can I?” The woman asked shamelessly.

“Do what you’re good at.” Remo relaxed totally on that couch.

And that was the kick.

The woman tore off the g-strings she wore, baring herself totally.

Not minding the number of people in that angle. She raised herself, using her fingers. She spread her pvxxy apart, then sat on his cvck.

It slipped in easily, and she began riding. Wickedly, Remo slapped her in the face, and it felt like a present as the sound hit the walls.

“I love it when you slap me,” she Mõ@ned, and that was followed by five more slaps to that same cheek which made her grin sickly.

Her cheek turned bright red.

She rode, he stayed still without making a sound. She Mõ@ned, and the others just watched.

Frank joined them shortly, and he handled the woman’s breàsts, sucking while she bounced on Scott’s cóck.

Max is focused on his phone, awaiting Kehlani’s arrival.

Scott is just smoking, and at the same time he’s guzzling alcohol, making checks about Cove on his phone.

At the opposite angle, Elmira and Roxy sat in their bikinis.

They’re preparing to go swim, but not without Trinidad.

Trinidad isn’t here yet.

Roxy picked her phone to text Trinidad, and as for Elmira, she’s on another hunt.

She clicked two pictures in her gallery and sent them over to Max.

When Max’s phone buzzed, he clicked on the new Whatsapp message.

The view one photos made him stiff.

Nudes.

Elmira’s nudes.

Her @$$? Enormous!

Did she do BBL during last semester break? What the fûck!

This is what she has been covering with the uniform skirt?

Sh|t!

He looked up, and his eyes met with Elmira’s greedily lustful ones on the other side.

By now, Trinidad has arrived.

Trinidad doesn’t wear bikini. She changed into shorts and singlet, following her girls to the pool.

As they moved to the door, Elmira’s eyes stayed on Max, and Max too found it hard to look away.

Now it’s very obvious. Her arss in that bikini. She’s a ten.

He got hard, his dîck nearly punctured his pants.

“So you’re Cove’s new tutorial assistant?” Roxy said when the girls arrived at the pool.

“Any problem with assisting your tenant?” Trinidad raised her brows.

“No. I’m just so eager to see where this will land,” Roxy smiled.

“The most interesting part? Buffalo registered,” Trinidad chuckled.

“Zendaya the Hippie?” Elmira asked with a laugh.

“I can’t wait to drag her to hell,” Trinidad said.

—

Back inside, the woman is still riding Remo. Just that Remo is now responding with guttural groans.

He slapped her harder, commanding her to ride faster.

She received the twentieth slap, and she 0rg@zmed before dropping herself down on his cóvk again.

Frank is still busy sucking her b00bies, and Scott is still busy smoking silently.

Max? He’s still staring at Elmira’s nudes, but when he saw Kehlani arriving, he quickly deleted the conversation and pocketed his phone, standing.

He hugged Kehlani.

“You kept me waiting,” he groaned.

“I had a hard time chosing something sèxy. Wanted to look hot for you,” she pouted, and he smiled big, sweeping her up in his arms.

“Where are we going?” She laughed, arms wrapped on his neck.

“There’s a good parmesan cheese spot at the other side. Let’s have dinner together,” he kissed her.

“Can’t wait,” she kissed him back, rolling eyes at Remo as Max carried her away from that angle.

Scott shot to his feet immediately.

“I’m going home. Dad and his wife ain’t home now,” he said.

Remo pushed the woman on his laps away easily like cotton. He pulled up his pants and belted up.

“I’m coming with you to see your stepbrother. Someone gotta take the punishment for what Cove and Dorian did today,” he smiled.

“On point,” Frank remarked.

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[No Sleep Garage, 7pm]

“The concert is 7:30, Wizard. Let’s leave. By 9:30 we’ll be back, or 10pm at most,” Trevor said desperately.

He’s all dressed for the concert, but Cove is still working on a car, so focused like he’s never gonna leave it

Sweat sheered his face, and his gloved hand moved with calculated brilliance on the car engines.

His abs flexed under his skin. He didn’t have to try.

Matteo joined them, and Trevor went to the boss man.

“Look, he’s not ready to move,”

“Cove, we already talked about this,” Matteo said carefully.

Cove lifted himself off the engine, dropping the bonnet.

“I remember telling you to find another commodity,” He said strictly, going inside.

“But i was only trying to get you a friend. You’ve never had a friend, even in your former campus. You can’t continue like this,” Matteo followed him closely.

“Get me a friend by taking money to sell me out per hour?” Cove glared, entering the tool room.

“If money wasn’t involved, I’d have done this same thing. Dorian is a nice guy,” Matteo said.

Cove turned. “Return the money you’ve taken from him,”

“I already spent half,” Matteo muttered guiltily.

Cove smirked.

“Follow Trevor to the concert this once, and I’ll let you be my boss for a whole day.” Matteo quickly said.

“What’s the use? Even now you’re just a boss by title. What do you know about cars?” Cove ÇOçkily said.

“Cove!” Trevor cautioned.

Matteo nodded.

“Fine, I know nothing about cars. I’m just a fool who owns a repair garage. Go to the concert, and I promise to stop selling you out per hour. I promise.” He said.

Cove wiped the sweat on his jaw, slowly with his glove.

He threw his head back.

—

[Young Mansion]

When Scott arrived with his friends, the parents truly aren’t around.

But Kane is home.

He’s descending the stairs, all dressed for the concert.

“Kane!!” Remo laughed.

Kane didn’t stop walking. He went past them, but Remo placed his leg on the way. Kane stumbled on it and fell heavily, hurting his calves.

“Ahh!” He winced.

Remo squatted beside him, smiling devilishly.

“You were going to walk past us? That’s a sin punishable by death, Kane. Don’t do that.” He whispered.

Kane sat up, and when he tried to stand, Remo placed a leg on his shoulder, pressing him back down.

“Let go of me!” Kane pushed.

Remo slapped him.

Frank went to the kitchen and got a pile of flat ceramic plates, inserted into each other. Like twenty of them.

When Kane saw him coming, he quickly held Scott’s leg.

“Please… please don’t let them….”

Before he could finish, Scott roughly took his leg away from him.

He went upstairs, leaving him there.

“Scott!” Kane shouted, but he was slapped again—by Frank this time.

Kane returned to his knees.

Remo took the pile of twenty ceramics. He split it into two.

He raised Kane’s arms up, then he placed ten plates on each palm.

“Better hold them steadily cos if one falls, you receive two slaps.” Remo whispered, grinning.

Kane’s arms shook.

—

[Aqua Dome, 7:40pm]

Even before 7, the Dome was already full beyond full.

This place is more majestic bigger than Magik arena where Stacy ruined the concert last week.

Happy chatters and excited hums dominated the dome like a beehive.

Their joy is contagious.

Lots of girls are holding Dorian’s picture cards, waving them in the air, and the other lots are holding the diamond-shaped light stick. Eighty percent of them wore his merch too.

It’s a full house of obsessed fans, and as Cove sat on the VVIP spot with Trevor, he threw his gaze around like a predator looking for his prey..

Trevor is beside him, having the best night of his life and capturing every moment with his iphone.

He’s too elated to be in this VVIP seat. The seat is on a small balcony in the Dome, and they’re the only two there.

The stage is too close they can witness everything rawly in their blood.

Suddenly, the Dome lights died.

Silence swallowed the arena, and a single pulse of red strobes cut through the darkness like a warning.

From the shadows, he appeared—tall, lithe, his black diamond-studded leather jacket catching the faint light.

The crowd didn’t scream immediately. They waited, sensing something magnetic.

A low growl of the guitar started, shaking the floors.

Dorian walked to the edge of the stage, every step measured, like he’s claiming his territory. His styled hair hung in his eyes, partially hiding the smirk that teased the audience.

He raised his guitar.

The 20,000 crowd erupted.

Screams that could kill. Ululations that could deafen. Dangerous howls.

• Whoooooooooo!!!!!!!

• Bless me! So beautiful!!!!

• He eats with his stage outfit and presence everytime! I love you!!!

• My baby is so Fuçkin hot!!!

• I can’t handle his aura!

• Ri-Rian!!!!!!!!!!!!

• What the fûck!!!!

Dorian flashed his catchy smile, screaming into the microphone.

“DIAMONDS!!!!”

“Unrivaled Reflection!!!!” The crowd screamed back, shaking the Dome to the foundation it could crash.

The thousands of voices fed his presence till it was sheening.

Then, the drum entered. Lights exploded white and violet, flashing across Dorian’s sharp features.

He raised the mic slowly, tilting his head. He leaned into the sound, opened his mouth to sing.

His dark, melodiously intoxicating voice tore through the crowd, raw and electric,

Dorian♪ (Verse 1)

Your Mõ@n is carved into my mattress springs,
Your breaths still coil around my ribs.

You thought you could leave without a scar,
But I memorized the way your heartbeats slipped.

Your skin was scripture under my hands,
I learned every verse like holy sin.

You walked away like mercy was real,
But mercy never lived beneath my kiss.

Pre-Chorus♪

I don’t share what I claim,
You knew the rule when you Mõ@ned my name.

Every ghost in this room is you, and I don’t exorcise what I own.

Chorus♪

My bed remembers you better than I do,
It knows the curve of your body, the taste of your mouth.

You said forever like it was just a word,

Now forever is a cage and you’re the bird.

You’re etched into every dark thread,

Love is a leash and you’re tied to my bed.
Run if you want, but no matter how fast, you’ll still end up in my cage.

…

Now, Dorian let go of the mic, focusing on his guitar, joining the instrumentals to pull strings and lulling his neck in style, smiling wide.

That one verse made the crowd mad again. This song—My Bed is his most streamed song currently, and he put it first tonight for that reason.

As the verse 2 entered, Trevor was losing his mind beside Cove in the VVIP spot. He has dropped his phone, and now he’s singing the song word for word. Cove just watched, silently and wordlessly as usual.

Till that song ended.

Instrumentals of the second song was playing when Stacy entered.

She bought the VVIP ticket too, so her closeness to the stage made things easy as she came in through the backdoor with her guards.

She wore a tiny black micro-skirt that hugged her waist and showed off her spotless legs, the fabric glossy.

Her top is a strapless corset-style crop top that shaped her waist.

She paired it with thin-strapped stiletto heels, chunky silver hoop earrings, and a delicate waist chain.

Her hair is pulled into a high ponytail with perfect baby hairs, her lips glossy and her eyeliner sharp.

Total mean girl aesthetic.

She’s pushing a trolley containing marigold flowers—her gift for Dorian. She made findings, and she she found out he h@tës marigold.

Professionally, Dorian’s backstage guards stopped her from entering.

Angela joined them, and she took one long painful look at Stacy, remembering her name is part of the students Kaylee mentioned that Dorian should make friends with.

“Let her,” she told the guards.

In shock, the guards made way, and with a smirk, Stacy went on stage, pushing the trolley with her.

Immediately she entered, Angela’s eyes widened.

“Marigold?” She gasped. “She brought marigold? Riri h@tës marigold!”

—

When Stacy arrived on Stage, Dorian was still on the instrumental for his second song.

The crowd even saw her before he did. Their screams lessened, and they began pointing hands.

He looked back, and his eyes widened a bit when he saw her coming.

The main problem wasn’t her, it was the marigold flowers she came with.

He’s not allergic to them or anything, but he h@tës those flowers for his own personal, private reasons.

The crowd screams lessened more and more, but Stacy’s smile brightened till she arrived beside him, giving him her biggest smile.

The instrumentals didn’t stop playing, just that it’s lacking guitar now since Dorian is supposed to be the stringer.

“Told ya, I’d come.” She smiled gracefully, taking the microphone.

She faced the crowd.

“Hey Diamonds. I ruined last concert with my temperament and even wounded a boy. Now I’m here to say sorry to y’all,” she flashed her smile. “It was a one-time senseless move, and that’d be the last, I promise.”

Some of the crowd screamed in agreement, and the other half hooted in disagreement.

Dorian stood there, watching her do what she does best—getting attention.

His eyes are empty.

“Trevor. The boy I mistakenly hit with a microphone. Is he here?” She continued.

Then a single spotlight came on in the VVIP balcony, revealing Trevor.

Stacy smiled again.

“After this concert, I’ll take you out on a dinner to apologize properly!”

“I don’t want it, but you should apologize to my brother for making him get arrested,” Trevor replied.

Now the Dome is silent. It’s like the fans planned the silence.

Stacy’s mind picked race.

“Your brother?”

And that was when the second spotlight came on in that balcony, showering Cove with illumination.

He stood there, hoodie half-zipped, pants dark like his eyes. Hair half-sprawled on his face.

Stacy’s eyes widened.

He’s here too?

Fûck! Fûck. Another fûck.

The microphone fell from her, and Dorian smiled behind her.

“No,” she muttered, his words from this morning haunting her again.

“She’s too fragile to scream the type of scream my ears are starving to ear. She might just die screaming.”

Her stomach lurched.

Something foreign twisted low in her midsection—wrong and invasive.

She spun, desperate to flee the stage, but Dorian stepped into her path, cutting off escape like a closing door.

She sucked in a breath.

“Cove is my best friend. It would be rude for her to leave a stage this expensive without showing remorse,” Dorian said, voice calm as he addressed the hushed audience.

“Wrong?”

“You’re always right!” the crowd of fans roared back.

Then the chant erupted.

“Apo-lo-gize!”

“Apo-lo-gize!”

The sound hit Stacy from all angles.

Her stomach flipped again when Dorian’s gaze locked onto hers—dark and deliberately hunting.

“Say it, beg,” he murmured, leaning closer. “Break. Show him how remorseful you are”

Stacy lifted her eyes to that balcony to meet Cove’s darker eyes.

Now, Cove is no longer blank.

A cruel curve tugged at his lips.

A smirky smile.

Stacy’s stomach twisted for the third time. Her jaws dropped.