Reckless - S01 E35

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Reckless - S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

The darkness drowned her gag sounds.

The rain thrums ate her the voice of her choke.

The water sent chills down the core of her being.

Her saliva coated his fingers like warm sin—something that claimed and ruined at the same time.

Her fingernails scrapped the walls, leaving marks like wolf claws.

His fingers filled the two holes in her deep throat.

In the dark, she got corrupted, and her chest could burst right now.

She felt his body resting on hers as his fingers painted her mouth like a goth canvas. Her lungs fought for respiration, and her chest locked.

Tears forced it’s way out of the dark corners of her eyes, and her gag reflex kicked in.

The headlights from Dorian’s car flushed into the corner.

It wasn’t enough to soak the darkness, but it was enough to knock Stacy’s senses back in place.

She attempted to push his fingers out of her mouth, but he held still, tickling her throat with his fingertips.

She choked, another round of warm tears running down her eyes, wetting the side of his fingers.

When the headlights flooded the corner again, they caught a glimpse of each other’s faces.

Cove’s—charasteristically uncanny. Like the throne of glass belongs to him. Like her life is his.

Stacy’s—scared, terrified. Like she wants to escape this place and never come back or see him again.

She pushed again, and he willingly got rid of his fingers from her mouth.

She didn’t wait. Didn’t look back.

With saliva still on her chin, tears still on her face, and lips still parted, she ran out of the corner.

Dorian and his mum were only just getting out of their car when she ran past, so she wasn’t sighted till she was outta the gate.

In that corner, Cove stood still, staring at his clean fingers which are still slimy with her saliva.

The saliva is drooling off the two to the ground, and that unsettling look riddled his eyes as he watched.

He sighted her small bag laying on the ground, and he picked it up.

She must have forgotten to carry it which is very understandable.

Anyone would be scared after getting fingered in the throat in a dark corner by a pyro.

He opened the bag and met two things… A small mace bottle with ‘Pepper’ written on the body, then a small wrap of lunch chocolate.

He returned the two to the bag, and that was when the loud voice of Kaylee crawled around the garage.

The rain seemed like it was gonna be torrential before, but now it’s like it’s gonna be a shower despite the dark Fuçkin clouds. Or maybe it’s still gonna go from shower to downpour?

“Anybody here?!” Kaylee’s voice rang through the garage again, rising above the shower.

Cove went out of that corner, meeting Matteo and Trevor in front of the rich Range Rover already.

Kaylee is right in front of them, Dorian and Angela behind Kaylee, and the guards around too.

Assigned guards covered each of them with different umbrellas.

Cove got in front of Matteo and Trevor, facing Kaylee.

“You’re the Sh|t? And I seriously I’m not impressed, so I’ll keep it low,” the woman stated. “Keep your distance from my son. You want a friend? Then go to a gutter…your mates are hiding there in form of rats!”

“And you are the gutter itself,” Cove muttered. “This is so funny.”

“What?” Kaylee’s brows pulled.

“Mum?” Dorian said behind. “Cut it out now.”

He tried to go forward, but Angela held him back. He pushed Angela off, getting in the front.

“Let’s leave! Now that you’ve heard what you’re really craving to hear!”

“He called me a gutter!” Kaylee’s vision darkened.

“You called him a gutter rat first! Can’t take what you dish?” Dorian smirked, and Kaylee pushed past him, moving forward to Cove.

She raised her hand on him, but she could only raise cos he held that hand before he could deliver.

“You don’t get to touch me, Gutter,” he muttered, throwing it off.

The guards moved to come contain the situation, but Matteo quickly went on his knees.

“I apologize on his behalf, he’s always like thi—”

Before he could finish, Cove pulled him up pushed him back.

“Cove!” Matteo’s eyes widened.

“If you apologize or go on your darn knees for anyone cos of me again, I’ll quit working in this garage and then you can find yourself another useful wild card!” Cove glared.

Matteo’s lips closed. Trevor pushed him to a seat.

Then… Cove faced the crowd of the rich. The shower is still ongoing, so he’s so darn soaked. Stacy’s saliva has washed off his fingers, but he could still somehow feel the slime.

“You want it to end? Then talk to your darn son and don’t come here again. I don’t mind killing you and going to jail for it! You can only threaten people who have something to live for! You can’t threaten me, money-driven tramp!” He spat.

Now even Dorian is shocked. Kaylee is too shocked to respond too.

Angela flew forward, picked a stone from the ground and flung it at Cove.

Cove didn’t move out of the way till the stone hit his neck, leaving a slight wound which bled.

“Angel!” Dorian pulled her back till she fell on the ground.

“Riri he was Fuçkin harassing your mum!” Angela yelled.

“Yes because we came here first to harass him! You don’t know how hard I worked before I was able to rein him in! I’m the one who proposed friendship, not him! Leave Fabio alone!” Dorian yelled back.

By now, Kaylee got her rigid expression back.

She smiled slightly at Cove.

“You have a personality too peculiar for a poor garage boy. Sharp-tongued, fearless, violent, anger issues and zero thirst for wealth.” She muttered, then took two steps closer.

“Wait till I unravel you. You’d love the result, Wizard.” She whispered, her smile widening as she turned around to leave.

“Fabio, I’m so sorry.” Dorian apologized sincerely.

And when he saw Cove is already wearing the bracelet he gave him, he smiled slightly.

“I’ll text and apologize better. Don’t get too mad, hothead.” He was walking backwards as he talked.

When he finally got in the car with his mum and they zoomed out with the guards, Cove stood there, still staring at the gate emptily.

“First was Albert Montana coming here to threaten you about his daughter, you even got arrested. Now Kaylee Wesley came here to threaten you about his son?” Trevor said.

“I swear I’ve only seen those two in the news before they came here. Richest man and woman in this country? I saw them for free? How many more rich people are gonna enter this garage to threaten Wizard? I’m pumped!” He continued.

“You know the most interesting part?” Matteo said. “Their babies don’t wanna leave my wild card alone. Dorian is so into his friendship with him, and Stacy? That one is just starting. She even came here again.”

“She did?” Trevor blinked.

“I saw when Covey was dragging her into the corner beside the toolhouse. Who do you think owns the pink bag with him?” Matteo smiled.

And that was when Trevor noticed the pink bag with him.

“Wait, what did you do to her for her to forget her bag? Did you scare her again?” Trevor gasped.

Cove turned around and just entered the spare room.

Trevor moved closer to Matteo. “Why does it look like I’m witnessing a triangle?”

“Shall we watch it unfold together?” Matteo smiled.

They bumped their hips on each other, chuckling.

Inside the spare room, Cove sat on the old chair, staring at his fingers.

The rain washed her saliva away completely already, but he could still feel the lingering sensations.

As he stared, his throat bobbed—the Adam’s apple moved.

For thirty long minutes. Yeah, thirty good minutes, he sat there, staring at nothing but the fingers.

Then he took out the mace in her bag and rolled it between his fingers.

She must be carrying it everywhere for safety purpose.

Remembering how tears soaked her face earlier made him smirk.

Then… slowly…

The smirk morphed into a evil smile, dragging his lips in a curve.

—

[Montana Mansion – Stacy’s Bathroom]

Stacy has been under the warm shower for an hour, but she’s still not feeling herself.

She might spend the whole day here and maybe the whole night might follow. She’s just under the shower, arms wrapped around herself as the water baptized her.

She could still feel those fingers in her mouth. She could still feel them th-ru_sting her throat.

She could still feel them blocking her airway and restricting the intake of air. She could still feel them deep.

And sometimes, she gagged even when the fingers are now gone.

It was a three minutes occurrence, but it feels like it took a lifetime cos it’s not wiping off anytime soon.

She’s scared of intimacy, but when he was doing that to her, her mind didn’t go there. She was ready to keep scrapping the wall, gagging for air. Hell, she was even ready to beg him to slow down on her.

But then the headlights caught them in the corner, and that was the only thing that stirred her senses.

That was when she began struggling to get his fingers away.

What’s wrong with her?

She unwrapped her arms from her body, letting them fall free at her sides as the water temperature got warmer. The shower has ended outside, and now the real downpour is starting. A heavy rain.

She just wants to remain in this bathroom forever.

But her aloneness was interrupted by a knock on her door.

“Beauty? You’ve been in there for an hour and thirty minutes now. The shower hasn’t stopped running, are you ok or do I need to call 911?” Anita’s worried voice rose over the sound of the shower.

“Anita?” Stacy jerked out of her self-drown.

She used a thick towel this time, wrapping it around herself before slapping the shower to stop.

She stepped out of the room, and Anita gasped when she saw her.

From staying under the shower too much, she’s so d@mn pale.

“Oh you look like a vietnamese movie ghost. Tell me, what happened?” The woman asked, coming closer to touch Stacy’s wet strands.

“I’m fine,” Stacy lied. She’d rather go 6ft than narrate how she got throat-fingered by the guy she’s not supposed to get attached to.

“Are you sure?” Anita asked, not seeming to believe the lie.

“I swear, just thinking about mother,” Stacy smiled, strengthening the lie.

“Oh I knew it. What else would make you stay in the bathroom for that long?” Anita nodded. “Did you start getting dreams about her again?”

“No. She just came to mind today and I gave it all the thought I could.” Stacy smiled, easing her.

“I understand. Netflix together after you get some rest?” Anita asked, finally dropping it.

“Um…I have to read my notes, I’m so sorry Anita,” Stacy pouted.

“Ouu, our heiress is so serious about upping her grades this semester. Your mum would be so darn proud if she were here, but don’t worry. She’s watching from up there too.” Anita smiled, taking her hand off the hair.

She left the room, and Stacy finally got the space to wipe and dress up in something covering.

The rain is brewing cold.

She got on her bed, sitting like a Buddhist with her forelegs folded below her laps.

She wore her headphones, blocking out all noise before picking her laptop. She clicked the notes she made from Cove’s tutorial and began reading through.

This is her third read since the tutorial, and she’s definitely understanding more than the first two reads.

She successfully read for an hour without any interruption, then she pushed the laptop aside and lay in bed, deciding to stare at her ceiling till she’d only be seeing a black dot.

But she barely lasted three minutes before the feel of fingers in her mouth made her jerk.

She brought her fingers to her own mouth, inserting them into her throat, but before it could get there, she removed them and choked herself with the furry pillow.

“Fûck, am I gonna start having dreams of fingers in my throat or sum?” She grunted.

She picked her phone and texted her dad’s secretary—a man she has only talked to maybe two times.

Stacy: Run another check on Covey Fabio. Don’t tell my dad. Get me even the slightest thing about him. You have till tommorow morning.

Secretary: Will do.

Stacy dropped the phone on her belly, her mind finally rolling over to Dorian. Why is he not calling?

—

[Dorian’s Mansion]

Even with just Angela around, Dorian’s uneasiness was hundred percent, so with Kaylee and more guards around, he feels short of air like he can’t breathe at all.

The smokes he loves killing his thoughts with ain’t working today. He hasn’t had another stick since he got back three hours ago.

Kaylee have been in the crew gathering room, talking to them with Angela about the upcoming song.

But Dorian himself is in his room, seated in bed, silent.

Only companion is his phone as he finally punched a text over to Cove.

Dorian: Sorry once again. She has always been like this… Money-driven.

He waited two minutes, nothing came, but at the third minute, three bubbles appeared below his message, meaning Cove is typing.

He waited…then it came.

Fabio: Mama’s boy.

Dorian gasped.

“Who the fûck is he calling Mama’s…darn, it sounds illegal.” He muttered, trying to text back.

But then Stacy’s call interrupted him, and his eyes shone as he picked up.

“Hey, Stace,” He stood, walking over to the rectangular glass on top of a glass table at a side of the sparkling white room.

“I was wondering why my call-bombing friend didn’t call yet. Is your recording that stressful?” Stacy’s thin voice filled his ears.

He smiled.

“Miss me?”

“Now don’t get overconfident again!” She snapped, and he chuckled.

Now he’s standing beside the rectangular glass.

Inside it, there’s a habitat of insects. Different kinds of them.

He has always loved insects, so he keeps a glass of his collection.

He placed a palm on top of the glass, watching as the insects crawled around picking foods inside. Something stained his eyes like blood and darkness, but it didn’t last.

It was like a glitch which he reset almost immediately, maintaining the sweet smile.

“My mum flew over, and with her and Angela here, it’s hellhole. Are you free to come take me outta here? I’ll be your damsel in distress,” he turned his back on the glass as he said that, and Stacy laughed.

Hearing her laugh or seeing her smile has to be his best view ever.

The way the lips go smaller that it already is.

The way her cheeks get rosier.

“You should be glad you still have a mum to look at, don’t h@të her.” She said after getting over her crack.

“You have no idea,” he muttered, pocketing an hand.

Before Stacy could say something else, Kaylee entered.

“Talk to you later, Stace.” He ended the call and dropped his phone.

Kaylee smiled. “Albert’s daughter? So it’s true…you have something going on with her!”

“Not yet, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Dorian rolled eyes.

“Not yet, but you like her, don’t you? Leave the rest to me. I only have to talk to her father.” Kaylee said.

“I said let it rest!” Dorian snapped. “I don’t want a relationship because you’re close to her father. I want a relationship because I’m in love with her, and I’ll wait till she sees my sincerity and starts liking me back so don’t interfere. I’ll do it just the way I feel, not the way you want!”

“Never in your life, Dorian. Never in your d@mn life, snap at me like you did just now again,” Kaylee came closer. “Or you know I hold the key to your fame. Don’t piss me off!”

Dorian’s shoulders lessened, and he took a deep breath. “Fine, but stay off Stacy’s way.”

He left the room, and Kaylee clicked her tongue. “Gawd…he’s so dumb.”

“You can’t call him dumb cos of his feelings, Kaylee.” Angela came in. “He said he’d handle it,so let him do it. Just focus on getting Cove out.”

Kaylee sighed. “Covey Fabio, poor orphan with such guts? Mysterious.”

“He has always been mysterious,” Kaylee shrugged. “Do you want us to……”

Kaylee looked at Angela, getting what the unfinished sentence means.

“No. I’ll handle him myself. You just focus on supervising the crew to make the upcoming release flawless.” Kaylee declined.

Her phone buzzed, and with a frown, she checked.

Unknown: Hey, Kaylee. When last did you get a good D?

Kaylee’s eyes rolled in their sockets as she read the text.

“Anything up?” Angela asked.

“Nothing,” Kaylee replied, getting out of the room.

Angela released the tensed breaths she has been holding, then she dropped on the floor.

Dorian is in love with Stacy?

He just confirmed it.

How???

How did he fall in love blindly when she’s here for him?

Why would he???

And he’s… willing to wait till she starts liking him back?

No. That can’t happen.

She can’t like him back.

Stacy needs to h@të Dorian to the core.

She’d make it happen.

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