Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 34
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At another part of the carnival, glitz girls are standing. There’s no chair at the carnival except bricks, and no one felt compelled to sit.
They don’t usually come to this kinda place, but Max has been to the clubhouse with Kehlani too many times, and taking her clubbing would be insensitive, so they came here.
Zendaya isn’t in sight though.
“I saw what you did there,” Stacy chuckled when Tasha got back.
She actually went to get them drinks.
“How I stabbed Trinidad with my elbow?” Tasha grinned.
“Yup, you should have seen her face when you left without apologizing,” Tania laughed.
“I knew you’d be the happiest you crook!” Tasha kissed her chin.
Tania returned the kiss to Tasha’s chin too,.
“Are you getting into the mood, Lani?” Stacy asked Kehlani who’s all romped up in her thick sweater.
Tasha got them all chilled drinks, but she made sure Kehlani’s champagne is warm cos she looks cold.
The weather is cold too, a sign of an impending rain.
“I’m better,” Kehlani forced a smile. “But you know I’m far from free. I’ll be disgraced on Monday. I can’t escape the disgrace culture after breakup in RIDE, and I’m so not ready to walk the hallways at all.”
“Aren’t we here?” Tania scoffed. “I’ll wound anyone who tries in the slightest to come close to you.”
Kehlani smiled, and a cold breeze touched their bodies, blowing Stacy’s hair to her face.
She didn’t tie it in a ponytail tonight cos she was busy browsing the internet for information about Covey Fabio, and all she got was what was already known.
Mother; worked in a bathhouse.
Father; a graveyard guard.
He’s their only son before they both died mysteriously.
But something tells her he goes beyond that.
No one with that simple life story can be as distant as he is to everyone.
And….that look in his eyes when he saw Dorian hovering above her in the morning.
She hasn’t forgotten, and it’s bothering her more than it should.
Dorian said she’s beautiful, and she likes it. She has heard it from thousands of people, but Dorian’s compliment hits different everytime.
So why is she bothered about the look in the eyes of a guy who gives no fûck about anyone including her?
She was still on the thoughts when Zendaya finally joined them.
“We thought you stood us up!” Tasha said cheerfully.
“I couldn’t let y’all babysit Lani without me,” Zendaya smiled, stroking Kehlani’s hair.
The latter pouted, and Zendaya laughed before hugging Tania and Tasha, then she stroked Stacy’s hair.
“Oh now we’re cool?” Stacy frowned.
“C’mon we were never gonna fall off,” Zendaya smiled again.
“Oh… tonight Zen isn’t sulking about Cove, and it deserves a commemoration!” Tania shouted, getting more drinks for them.
They stood in a circle, and the music got louder as they all raised their bottles.
Stacy’s alcohol is always mixed with juice since she gets drink easily, so her lips tastes like fruit juice with a mix of mojito.
“To Zendaya’s comeback!” Tasha shouted, bottles still raised.
“To the fact that the moment we know whoever Max dumped Lani for, we’re killing the bîtch!” Zendaya shouted.
“To the fact that I’m so happy I have y’all my babies as friends! Y’all are the best friends ever!” Kehlani shouted.
“To the fact that in next week football march, I’m gonna outplay Trinidad!” Tania shouted.
“To the fact that I’m gonna start doing better in my studies soon. To the fact that we five are back once again. To Glitz!” Stacy finished.
“To Glitz!!” The girls chorused.
They clinked bottles, then they drank and screamed.
More fireworks in the sky, more music, the burning pyre burned brighter.
A photoshoot session started immediately. Zendaya brought her tripod and Stacy brought her camera so they did it easy.
Snapping pictures, flooding their IG with the pictures, drinking, snacking and chatting and rapping their favorite music together.
It’s like the carnival was planned for them cos at a point, other students watched their show and filmed their expensive faces.
Kehlani forgot her worries so fast, and now she’s Mõ@ning playfully as Tania gave her fake back shots.
Stacy has never been this happy in months. It’s genuine, and she could leapt to the moon to touch it.
Her phone buzzed repeatedly.
It’s Rian on a video call, and she happily picked.
His face filled the screen at first, but then he shifted back. He’s in his Studio, obviously.
She could see his foreign crew members walking to and fro, and she could see Angela.
“Looks like a lotta fun over there,” he strained his eyes.
“Yup! I’m having the time of my life with my babies!” Stacy gushed.
“While I’m here recording my upcoming,” Dorian said.
“You own next week all-over the world. Your teaser pictures are already everywhere and I love the extra dark concept. They say the song will be your heaviest darkest metal release ever, and I can wait. Might just become a fan afterwards.” She said with a comfortable chuckle.
“You’d love it, I promise you, Snowdrop.” He smiled.
“Snowdrop?” She frowned.
Before he could start explaining the meaning of the nickname, she lowered her phone cos she saw someone down the place.
Cove!
Inside the traffic, he’s currently fixing the tyres of a car.
Stacy moved immediately.
“Stace?” Dorian’s voice croaked cos all he’s seeing right now is her legs. The phone is hanging low in her hand as she walked fast.
She didn’t look away from the road—from Cove who’s now standing.
He’s wearing his garage gear, leather covering his palms, and so many people are filming him on that road despite the little grease stain on his face. He’s still so Fuçkin hot.
But before Stacy could get to the road, he’s already on his motorbike.
He snatched two phones of the people filming him and smashed them before speeding off.
Stacy stopped, watching as his bike zoomed past the traffic cars.
“Always impatient,,” she muttered, watching as the two people with the smashed phones gathered their broken phones from the tar.
“Stace?” Dorian’s voice made her lift the phone to her face.
She gasped when she saw he’s still on screen.
“Are you ok?” He asked with a crunch between his brows.
“I’m.. I’m good…” She breathed.
From the middle of the girls, Zendaya is staring at her, her expression so darkly malicious.
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[Sunday, Young Mansion-Scott’s Room]
The little throbbing sensation on Scott’s arm made his eyes open to the light of the sunny morning, but when he saw Kane sitting beside him in bed, he tried sitting up.
“Don’t do that, or your wound is gonna get worse,” Kane said, focusing on what he’s doing—treating Scott’s arm stab wound.
Scott relaxed. So this is where the throb was coming from.
His head pressed back on the pillow, and he stared a bit at Kane.
Now he’s noticing his girly features. Long lashes, perfect teeth set. Soft hair and gorgeous collarbones.
Scott closed his eyes to stop the ogling, and Kane smirked slowly.
He knows he’s staring.
He’s currently tying a new bandage to the wound.
“Why are tending to the wound anyways?” Scott asked. “You gave me the stab, so why?”
“If we’re gonna act like a couple,” Kane looked at him. “Then we’re gonna have to make it real”
Scott sat up, and Kane dragged him down from the bed.
“I haven’t said yes to your proposal you crazy thing!” He spat.
“Crazy thing?” Kane smiled. “I like it, freckled sin. Call me that more often. It turns me on when people acknowledge my craziness.”
Scott’s eyes dipped. “You’re—”
“Gay?” Kane grinned. “I thought that was obvious?”
Then he yanked the door open, pulling Scott out.
Scott stopped getting stubborn. He just followed him to the staircase, and at the middle, Kane held his hand, interlocking their fingers.
Scott looked at him, and Kane gave him a lopsided smile.
They they proceeded downstairs.
Silas is religious, so he goes to church, and he’s ready for church with Owen who’s wearing one of her frilly white long sleeves again.
She’s following him to the St. James Catholic church. A devoted wife who shares her husband’s beliefs.
Seeing their tightly interlocked hands, Silas and Owen frowned.
“What’s going on?” Silas went.
Scott didn’t talk. Kane didn’t talk, too.
Scott nudged Kane with his shoulder, and Kane sighed.
“What? Isn’t it your wish for us to get closer?” He said, a Sh|t-eating grin spreading across his features.
Then he held Scott’s hand tighter. Scott felt the tightness in his bones.
“From now on, we do everything together. I and my stepbrother,” Kane continued, caressing Scott’s knuckles deeply with his thumb.
Scott gulped.
Owen and Silas exchanged glances.
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[Max’s Mansion]
“I was planning to take two days break from school and visit San Francisco to fûck Kaylee, but guess what? I got news from a secret source that she’s coming to LA today. See? Things are working in my favor!” Remo laughed, phone in hand.
He’s sitting on top of the unplugged kitchen freezer, and naked older women filled the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the boys.
Remo shipped them here, obviously.
Frank is sitting on the kitchen island, smoking, and Max?
He’s by the door—with Elmira.
Elmira spent the night here, and though they still can’t fûck cos of his arm, at least she had his dîck in her mouth till daybreak.
By tomorrow, his stab would relieve him, and their sëxes can continue.
She’s all-over him, touching his pants, face, chest, rubbing his skin.
“Kaylee?” Frank replied from the sleek kitchen island. “You mean Dorian’s mum?”
“Who else bears Kaylee in this country? Such a corny name for a corny woman. I bet her puxxy is corny too but I’ll break the jinx!” Remo laughed again.
He’s wearing only his boxers, nothing again on his darkly tattoed body.
“And you think the great Kaylee would lay down on her back for your dîvk?” Max scoffed.
“Look at the women in this kitchen, aren’t they influential too?” Remo jumped down from the freezer, going to one of the naked cooking women.
“What do you do?” He asked, grabbing her tight by the neck.
“I own a shipment harem, baby. I oversee shipments in the Manhattan borough,” she replied, kissing him.
Remo let her go, laughing again. “See? This is exactly how all of my old bitçhes are rich! How else do you think they pay for my cóvk?”
“But they’re all still nothing compared to Kaylee. Kaylee is the richest woman in the country presently.” Elmira said.
“Yeah but her husband is dead! I am going to fûck Kaylee, anyone wants to bet with me?” Remo insisted adamantly, a vein crossing his forehead as he swivelled.
“I’m not betting on you, Remo, but we’ll all be here to see if you’re real or not.” Frank said through smokes.
“Cool, now it’s time to go catch a glimpse of Kaylee herself. She’s arriving at 11. Gotta go!” Remo got serious as he went for the door.
“When Scott arrives, tell him to kneel down inside that kitchen for me. I’m hating that dude these days!” He shouted as he exited.
Elmira laughed on Max’s chest. “Is Remo always like this? He’s so Fuçkin funny.”
“Remo is not funny, Mira.” Max said seriously.
Elmira blinked.
“He’s gonna do what he said, don’t underestimate him.” Frank added.
“And why is Scott absent?” Elmira asked, kissing Max’s chest.
“Scott is probably handling his stepbrother’s mania right now, but he’ll soon be here.” Max replied.
“Are we about to start another dramatic week? Gawd, this semester will be long.” Frank chuckled.
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[LAX Airport]
How DIAMONDS found out about Kaylee’s coming is still a mystery. Even Angela has no idea.
It was supposed to be a discreet pick-up, but when they arrived at the airport, it’s full of DIAMONDS with huge placards bearing messages like…
WELCOME BACK, METAL GOD’S MOTHER!
BEST MOTHER EVER!
SAN FRANSISCO MUMMY!
GLAD TO HAVE YOU IN LA!
WE LOVE YOU!!
Dorian isn’t mad with the fans, but with Angela and his management who allowed the news to leak again just like the first time he landed in RIDE airfield. A news monger is definitely part of the crew.
They need weeding at this point.
When Kaylee emerged from her gate, she was shocked at the number of fans awaiting her.
They’re held back by barricades, so they respectfully kept their distance, but it’s still overwhelming.
Their screams made her take off her shades, her red suit blinging.
She looks too expensive, and beautiful.
Dorian moved closer to the exit with Angela and the guards.
Kaylee smiled largely immediately she sighted her son, and she opened her warm arms.
Dorian hugged her.
“Aw, it’s been less than a month and I already miss you this much.” She muttered.
“I can’t say the same,” Dorian replied, and she broke the hug with a slight smirk, then he handed her the bouquet he brought her.
She took it with a bigger smile, bringing it to her nose.
“You’re the best, son.”
Cameras captured that from different seem and unseen angles.
The hug, smiles, happiness, the bouquet and compliments.
While it’s a trap for popularity, it’s also another way of promoting the upcoming music.
Angela and Kaylee shared a hug too, but she held her son’s arm as they walked to the car.
She shot beautiful smiles at the fans, and their screams went higher when she waved at them.
“DIAMONDS are insane. I’ve never seen fans who come to the airport to welcome their celebrity mum before,” Angela chuckled immediately they entered the car.
Among the crowd, Remo stood hidden with his Yankee cap on his head, smiling creepily.
“She’s beautiful… Kaylee.” His smile broadened.
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“Drive straight to that boy’s garage,” Kaylee said immediately the car left the airport road”
“I knew you came to the city to stir trouble, now what the fûck are you going to the garage to do? To harass Fabio?” Dorian glared.
“Why the fûck would I not go! No tell me why? You invited him to your concert, went to his house and brought him to your mansion! I didn’t bring you up to make friends with beggars! I didn’t make that much sacrifice for you to ruin your hard-earned reputation!”
Angela choose to keep quiet. She’s just studying the clouds outside. This morning started sunny, but now the sun is back in the clouds, and the clouds are darkening more than they should. One will think it’s dusk now.
It’s gonna rain.
“Every d@mn time, your sacrifice, every Fuçkin time!” Dorian shouted.
“Yeah cos you need that constant reminder! I know the lengths I went to build you! You think it’s easy to be the most followed metal singer? Fifth most followed artist? The most loved? Yes I’ll remind you, and I’ll remind him too so I’m gonna go to his garage and tell him to keep his distance!” Kaylee replied.
“It’s gonna rain, Kaylee. The clouds are getting too dark.” Angela said.
“I don’t care, we’re going to the garage…” Kaylee insisted.
Angrily, Dorian pulled a cigar, smoking like death.
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[No Sleep Garage, 11:50AM]
Sensing the coming rain, Cove began lowering the trampolines.
Trevor began gathering the repair tools on the ground, and Matteo just sat, making a call.
“I love rainy mornings!” Trevor gushed as heavy wind slammed the open garage gate.
Cove got rid of his gloves and washed his hands before going to the gate to close it, but someone else entered before he could
Unexpected, but his eyes didn’t change as she stepped in.
“Hey,” Stacy raised her hand, waving awkwardly at him.
He grabbed the wrist of hand she waved, and she let out a unplanned squirm when he pulled her to a open corner between the gate and the toolhouse.
He squeezed her in, holding her naked shoulders. Her small handbag fell from her to the ground.
“Why the fûck are you here?” He demanded in an unfriendly whisper, his gaze stabbing hers.
She squirmed again under his tight, devilish hold on her bare shoulders, but he pushed her to the wall, trapping her like a mouse.
“Mm! You’re pushing too hard! I know you’re more than Covey Fabio! I can just feel it!” She blurted.
Cove went mute for a beat, then his smirk grew. “So…you came here to confirm who I really am?”
“I know you’re keeping it for a reason, but I can’t help my curiousness,” she muttered.
He let go of her shoulders, and silent breaths left her nostrils.
He left her in that corner, walking off, but before he could step out…
“Yesterday,.. with Rian.” She said.
He didn’t stop.
“He didn’t kiss me! He was only hovering on top of me before you entered!” She rushed.
And he stopped.
She lifted herself from the wall, watching as his back muscles flexed under his gear, then he turned.
She didn’t get much time to prepare when he marched back to her. It wasn’t her shoulder this time.
He slipped his right arm around her, shoving her close by her slim waist. His left hand rested on the wall behind them, and her breathings went out of line as their faces met.
His hair rubbed her face with how close they are cos he’s staring down, and she’s looking up.
The corner is completely dark now. The rain strokes are starting to hit the roof one by one.
“So…you came here to get kissed? Is that it?” He whispered. “Is that why you’re explaining to me?”
“N—”
“You’ve never been kissed, have you?” He lower his head again, his breaths hitting her breaths.
She tried pushing at his chest, but his hold on her waist turned unrelenting, reaching her waist chains.
She held her breaths, the corner suddenly so darn suffocating.
In the dark, she suddenly felt something pressing on her lips, and her suffocation worsened when she figured out what it is.
His finger.
He’s pressing her bottom lip, caressing it, rubbing it with his finger.
“Cov—”
She couldn’t finish, cos he inserted two fingers into her mouth.
And instantly, Dorian’s car with Kaylee drove into the garage.
The rain started, wetting Stacy and Cove in that corner.
He rested his body on hers, his fingers still in her mouth.
He began fín?E?ing her throat.
TBC.
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