Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15
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The repetitive chorus from the crowd of fans.
The tricky smile on Dorian’s face.
The playing instrumentals.
The stage.
The acidic smirk on Cove’s face.
They came together, forming a myriad in Stacy’s head.
She felt cemented to that stage.
Her dead mum used to say no one can run away from the consequences of their actions forever
Somehow, everyone pays.
Is her time now?
“A-po-lo-gize!!”
Like a typhoon, their chants rolled into her ears again, bringing her eyes back to the crowd.
Different cameras. Different phones.
All on her face—awaiting her downfall, but she blanked.
She slowly walked to the center of the stage, giving the crowd a sweet smile resembling Dorian’s.
They stopped chanting, and silence would have returned to the Dome if not for the playing instrumentals.
“For the microphone hit, I already agreed to take Trevor to a heartwarming dinner after this concert, and for the arrest….”
She looked up at the bright balcony, her eyes catching Cove before she talked further.
“I’ll tell my dad the compensate you for sure. Sarry.” She muttered.
She rushed away from that center immediately, shoving the microphone back into Dorian’s hand.
Dorian took it with his smile.
“She’s gonna wait till the end of the concert!” He announced.
Stacy gasped.
“Aren’t you?” He bit his lip, and the crowd roared to life, screaming.
“Cûnt,” Stacy mouthed at him as she began rushing out.
Dorian’s eyes followed her.
A stage coordinator pushed out the marigold trolley, and the concert resumed immediately.
It’s as if it never even stopped—thanks to the instrumentals that didn’t stop playing.
With a sharp pull, Dorian reentered with his guitar, and the Dome shivered with screams again.
Feels like what just happened sweetened the concert.
The crew got more energized, and Dorian’s aura got refilled.
As the instrumentals of the second song—Drip, played, Stacy arrived at the VVIP balcony.
Trevor is already standing at the right side of Cove, and if she’s gonna witness the concert at all, she has to stay at his left side cos the VVIP is only for three people.
She snuck herself into his left side, and the wave of the stage hit her immediately the second song started.
Dorian (Verse 1) ♪
Velvet skin under neon sins,
You move like venom sinking in,
Your eyes are knives wrapped in silk,
Your voice a drug, slow-burning milk,
I taste your fear, metallic sweet…..
Stacy rested her palms slowly on the railings, finding it hard to focus despite the irresistible, erotica power every line of the lyrics held.
She looked beside her, realizing Trevor nor Cove is looking at her.
Cove’s eyes are on the stage, so her eyes studied him.
His side profile while he’s looking at the stage like this is raw.
No doubt, if he ventures into modelling, he’d outshine models.
Her eyes went to his hoodie. He must have a collection of cheap hoodies at home cos he’s wearing another one of his ash hoodies again.
Her eyes met his slightly open chest, but before she could start checking it out, she saw his brows moving, and she quickly threw her face off.
She shifted impossibly away from him, and her body met the other cold railing. She let out a low gasp.
If that gasp reached Cove’s ears, he didn’t react, so she adjusted her top and began moving out of the balcony.
“You were told to wait till the end of the concert,” his voice stopped her.
She paused, eyelids raised and lips sightly apart. She turned briskly to see he’s now looking her way.
He has turned with his right side, his shadow tall under the spotlight.
“And now you’re sneaking away like a thief?” He finished his line.
She straightened, folding her arms across her chest.
“Are you a surveillance camera or something?”
“And are you a prostitute?” He replied, flatly.
Then he turned his eyes back to the stage without letting another second slip behind that sentence.
Stacy stood where she stood, checking herself out—her outfit
Her face twisted.
Prostitute???
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[Young Mansion]
Kane’s arms were already shaking.
No—shaking would be an understatement. A half-broken tree branch in a hazardous storm day won’t even be enough to describe the mess he’s currently in.
He’s sweating. The air conditioning got nothing on him. Sweat wet him completely one would think he got into a shower. He’s soaked.
His palms are so watery they’re dripping. His elbows feels like they’ve been knocked apart, and as hot line of sweat fell from his temples down his jaws, he couldn’t hold his tears.
He broke, shedding slow quiet tears, but it’s not reaching the ears of the miscreants. Even if it did, it doesn’t seem like they’re gonna care.
They’re in the living room, watching porn on the family TV.
Remo is the one handling the remote, and Max is his assistant.
Max actually came to meet them here thirty minutes ago after he got done with Kehlani at the Meet Up.
Frank and Scott himself are playing football video games on their phones, so the room is noisy.
Mõ@ns from the TV, screams and laughter from the guys. It’s as though they forgot Kane at the mouth of the stairs where he knelt helplessly.
He’s already losing his consciousness as he has been enduring for two hours. None of the plates fell.
But now the plates on his left palm are already shaking and chirping at the edges. His energy level depleted, and he didn’t hold back.
His arms dropped, and his eyes snapped shut. The chinas’ crashed on the floor, and Kane crashed too—right on top of the broken plates.
He fainted.
Even as he did, none of the guys knew cos the TV is too Fuçkin loud.
Some of the broken plates pierced his arms, wounding him. His blood stained the ground in samples.
Scott dropped his phone after the tenth round of his football game, then he stood to go call the maids to make them dinner, and that was when he noticed the body below the stairwell. His eyes widened.
“What the fûck!”
Hearing his yell, the others stood.
Remo lowered the TV volume immediately. “Ow man. He couldn’t take it anymore!” He laughed.
“I’ll give him a 5, man tried,” Frank followed with a grin.
“Should we throw off his body?” Max blinked at Scott.
The honk of a car filled the outside driveway as the parents arrived.
“No … Fûck, I’m not Fuçkin ready for dad’s crash out!” Scott snapped.
Remo picked his phone from the couch, patting Scott’s back.
“Handle it like the good son that you are, Captain.” He winked.
He left the house with Max and Frank. As they’re leaving, Silas and Owen entered.
Seeing the mess below the stairwell, Owen rushed over, and her purse fell from her when she saw who’s on the ground, lying like a corpse.
“Kane!!!”
She crashed to her knees, lifting Kane’s head up.
He’s deeply unconscious he’s not even breathing.
“Kane!!! Kane dear! Kane!!!!”
Silas rushed over too. He threw his suit on the floor, perplexed.
“Silas my son is not talking!” Owen shouted at him, crying badly.
Silas’ arm went straight in a stretch, going for Scott’s face.
Scott saw it late, so even if he dodged, it’d be useless. The punch hit his face with the force of a dry ice.
Scott staggered, his face flying to the side as his lip split.
Then Silas gripped him by his singlet since he’s only wearing a singlet.
“I’ve always known you’re a bastard! I should get a DNA test run on you to confirm if your psycho mother didn’t birth you for another father!”
“Nah…” Scott laughed. “I’m your son. It’s glaring. No DNA needed. You know it!” He laughed again.
And Silas threw another punch at his face, but Scott caught his fist before the blow could get to him.
He threw it off, and Silas lurched slightly, his tie swinging.
“I only left the house with Owen for five hours, and you brought in your rotten friends? Into my house? Not only that! Porn? Porn on the family TV?” Silas pointed at the TV.
“So what?” Scott laughed for the third time, looking deranged.
“And then you went ahead to do this to your stepbrother?” Silas yelled, pointing at Kane’s body.
“Silas please this ain’t the time for chastising. We need to get Kane to the nearest hospital now! Like right d@mn now!” Owen said with urgency.
Silas breathed, lowering his hand, but he still didn’t look away from Scott who looks so unapologetic.
“Your sister went missing last year, and we’re still on the search for her!” Silas shouted.
The smile on Scott’s face disappeared.
“And this is how you celebrate her disappearance?” Silas continued. “She’d be so disappointed if she were here, you bastard.”
Then he took Kane’s body from Owen, rushing him out of the mansion.
Owen followed in a rush too, and Scott could hear the car engines wailing as they drove unconscious Kane out of the mansion.
Scott stood there for one full minute, thinking of Silas’ last words.
His sister.
He sat on the last staircase, and his phone buzzed repeatedly beside him.
Messages from his guys.
Remo: Sup? Is your father beating you? (Hysterically laughing emojis)
Max: Are you ok, captain? (Upside down laughing emojis)
Frank; Is he dead? I mean your pretty stepbrother (dead face emoji)
Scott didn’t type a reply for any of them. He dropped the phone and looked ahead at the mess of broken plates in front of him.
His vision blurred, and his sister’s smiley face jogged his brain.
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[Gunner Clubhouse]
Gunner isn’t like the other clubhouses in Bel-Air.
Apart from the fact that it’s patronized by RIDE students, it’s also visited by rich old men who want pleasure in weird ways.
BDSM—Pain and Pleasure.
Zendaya sat alone at the bar, drinking the signature mojito.
The twins are on the dance floor, dancing with the intoxicating pump of the music.
As Zendaya drank with her left hand, she held her phone with her right, staring at a picture.
The picture of Cove she took on his first day of school—Monday.
He was coming out of the Computer Science Affairs Building where he went to take his schedule, and she spotted him and snapped him.
It was love at first sight, and it seems to be widening in length.
She was zooming on his face repeatedly, sipping her alcohol and listening to the music.
But her moment was interrupted when a big man sat beside her.
She didn’t acknowledge his presence even as he flashed her a smile.
“Hey, I’m—”
“I don’t wanna know your name, man.” She looked up.
“But you’ve got nice racks, and you’re so d@mn beautiful. I love your body, you don’t take compliments too?” The man frowned.
“I don’t take nothing. Can I be left alone? I’m in a relationship,” she glared, not having it.
“A relationship?”
She pushed her phone screen to his face, showing him Cove’s picture.
“Him?” The man frowned. “Wizard from No Sleep Garage? The mechanic? You can do better.”
Zendaya stood.
“Oh don’t be like that, honey. I once got my car repaired in that garage sometimes last year, and he left a strong memory cos he’s good, but he’s not good for you.” The man stood too.
His eyes didn’t leave her chest.
“Cove, that’s his name.” Zendaya went closer, her voice harsh.
“I know, but why should I say the name of a mecha—”
He couldn’t finish, cos Zendaya poured the drink in her glass on his face, soaking him with alcohol.
He gasped.
“What the—”
“Cove! Register it in your empty head you cow! And don’t you ever cross my path again!” She warned, then she pushed him out of the way.
She walked out, and the man turned, having a long look at her back side.
Seeing she’s packed over there too, he smiled, using his tongue to lick the alcohol on his lips.
“Interesting,” he muttered, getting his phone as he walked towards a washroom to clean up.
His phone pressed his ear.
“Yo what’s up? Can you handle a mechanic guy for me?”
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Kehlani crossed Zendaya beside the bar, and Zendaya stopped.
Kehlani was in the restroom actually.
“You ok?” She asked, touching Zendaya’s hair.
“Yeah, a twat nearly ruined my night but it’s ok now,” Zendaya replied.
“No one gets the privilege to ruin this night, babe! C’mon!!” Kehlani dragged her to the dancefloor.
When they arrived, the twins were wilding so bad.
Tasha and Tania are taking turns to drink from a Hennessey bottle, and as they drank, they kissed.
Since they’re both bi, they do this most times. Mouth to mouth is like their way of communicating better on the dance floor.
Their dresses are next to nakedness. Short net gowns with nothing under, so if they step out of the neon lights of this dancefloor and step under fluorescent lights, their nakedness would just slap faces.
Kehlani and Zendaya joined the pop latina dance.
Trinidad and her girls are also here…in this club…in this same dancefloor.
They were dancing wildly before, but they slowed down immediately they saw the Glitz girls.
“And where the hell is their leader?” Roxy smirked.
“Stacy is probably at home, waiting for her papa to come back. That attention-starved bîtch.” Elmira replied, pouring vodka down her throat greedily.
As she talked, her eyes are on Kehlani, wishing she could just amputate her so Max would be hers.
After the nudes she sent earlier at the Meet Up, she sent other series of nudes, but Max hasn’t replied to any.
And it’s frustrating.
“If eyes could kill, Elmira. Kehlani would be six feet under the earth crust right now.” Trinidad said.
“Wh@tëver. I want her boyfriend, so if she dies, it’s a bonus for me,” Elmira shrugged.
“Oh… seems tonight is on your side. Here he comes!” Roxy grinned, pointing her bottle.
Remo and Max and Frank are just entering the dance floor.
Remo got a hold of a robust woman who was already waiting for him, and they both got a room.
Frank slid the cross bag on his body off, getting ready to get high on the drugs inside it.
Max began searching for Kehlani with his eyes.
“I need drugs!” Roxy said, rushing to Frank for a stash.
“Hey, you got any good something to wake me up?” She nodded at him.
“Plenty of it. Follow up, chica.” Frank replied, leading the way to a smoking corner. Roxy followed excitedly.
Max was about to dial Kehlani’s line to ask where she is in the dancefloor when Elmira got to him.
She snatched the phone from him, and his mouth opened to snap, but she placed a finger on his lips.
“Shhh,”
He calmed, brows knotting.
“I’ll give you a free trial first, then you can decide if you want it. Your skinny girl doesn’t have to know you came here tonight.” She said, then pulled him away from the floor.
Max followed, deciding to give it a try. Just one try.
Elmira grabbed a room card from the manager, and she continued dragging him till they were out of the clubbing section. They entered the rooms hall, and she pressed the card to their room door sensor. The door cracked.
She pushed Max inside, and she threw the door back to the frame, locking it and throwing the card.
Her palm met Max’s chest again, pushing hard. He fell in bed, and she climbed with him, heels on.
She straddled him and pulled his belt apart with a flip. The hook, metals…they jingled as she worked.
Her hand went inside, and she brought it out…the sin.
His cvck.
Before he could bend down to take it in her mouth, Max’s hand wrapped around her neck, lifting her.
Their eyes met.
“If you fail to do your so-called magic here, you won’t come out of this room alive. I’ll kill you and bury you inside this bed.” He muttered, his expression screaming danger.
“We’ll just have to wait and see, isn’t it?” Elmira smiled, so sure.
Max let go of her neck, and she was finally able to go down on him.
She didn’t take the dîck.
Instead, she took his balls into her mouth, and his eyes did twitches as she sucked the balls, wrapping her hand on his cóvk itself.
She sucked the balls, and caressed the covk. From the base, to the shaft, to the body, do the round line, then the cap. She touched his p££-hole with her nails, popping his balls out of her mouth loudly.
Max grunted, wondering what she’s up to. He’s already so erect.
Her caress made his length stand with rock-like hardness.
Elmira lowered her head more, giving him a stare before sliding the covk inside her mouth.
Everything at once.
And that once, he hit her deep throat.
He groaned loud, grabbing her hair.
Something Kehlani’s mouth would only be able to do after two trials?
Fûck!
“You like it?” Elmira lifted herself to ask the question, cutting off his pleasure, and that made him mad.
He violently pulled her hair down till some strands uprooted into his palm
“Max!” She cried, her scalp on fire.
“Suck it, wh0re! Suck it!” He commanded, shoving her down to himself. She opened up, took him inside her mouth completely.
He hit her throat again, and she blew him professionally.
Her saliva slicked, crawled, and Max pressed her head down again.
She choked, her airflow got cut.
Her eyelids burned.
Red veins appeared on her temples.
Her ears and face reddened.
She cried, but she kept sucking, blowing, licking.
She’s dying, gagging.
But anything for the gold.
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Back outside the clubbing section, Trinidad took her seat after Roxy and Elmira left her.
Feeling bored despite the thumping music, she got her phone and texted Scott, punching her keys fast.
Trinidad; Why you nawt in the club with your gees?
Scott didn’t reply.
“Strange…” She muttered.
But then she received a text suddenly, and she checked with blinking eyes.
It’s from an unknown line.
• Sup?
She looked up, ruminating shortly about who the sender might be.
She figured it out fast.
It’s Cove.
She typed back.
Trinidad: You probably got my number from the Major Group. Of course I’m done with selecting your twenty students, I just wanted you to text first, god of pride.
She sent that, and he didn’t reply again. She lifted her soda to her lips and at the same time, she sent the tutorial timetable to the chosen candidates including Zendaya.
On the dancefloor, Zendaya screamed out when she received the timetable.
“Are you high?” Kehlani faced her.
Even the twins stopped dancing. They faced Zendaya with question marks on their faces.
“I got picked for the tutorial, Covey’s tutorial!” She announced.
The girls hissed out, each taking her phone to see what’s popping online.
Online is all about Dorian’s ongoing concert—number one trending news…as expected.
But it included Stacy…on his stage!
“Holy hell…” Tania muttered.
“That’s not true, right?” Tasha said.
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