Reckless - S01 E47

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Reckless - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

[Elite1 Hotel]

Remo’s dignified smile refused to fall off his face as he sat with crossed legs in front of Kaylee who looks icy.

He didn’t miss the look of shock on her face when she came in three minutes ago. She’s obviously shaken cos she recognized him as Minister Lane’s son immediately.

And that’s a good start.

They’ve just been drinking and staring—no conversation, and their velvet cushions is already getting hot.

Remo’s smile shifted into a smirk for a second when he saw her checking him out suddenly.

He intentionally wore a sleeveless opaque shirt for this operation, and under the shirt, his tats and abs are advertising themselves effortlessly.

“Like what you’re seeing, Mrs. Wesley?” He shattered the silence as he poured another shot of wine into their glasses.

Third pour, by the way.

Kaylee’s eyes wandered away from him, and she picked her wine glass before talking.

“You’re Minister Lane’s son?” Her excessively red lips seems to be gumming and coming off as she talked, her expression still stuck.

“Wow, you know!” Remo raised a brow, leaning forward so his dangling chains touched the table. “But I’m not surprised, I’m my dad’s carbon copy so it’s common sense to know I’m his son at a glance.” He whispered.

“And your obscene mind told you to steal my exclusive number, sèx-text me and ask for my body? You could get arrested for infringement and a lot of other crimes if I start counting,” Kaylee’s brows raised too.

“Don’t bother counting cos if you wanted to really arrest me, you’d come up here straight with cops. Also….” Remo smile widened. “My dad is at least one of your top five customers. Bad blood with me means you’ll get on his bad side too no matter what, and you don’t wanna sully your business, right?”

“You’re bold,” Kaylee smirked, something hungry flickering in her eyes as she checked him out again.

“You can’t say the boldness isn’t sèxy. I see the way your eyes have been raking over me.” Remo whispered, pushing the small lounge table between them away with his leg.

The table made screeches on the marbled ground before it slammed the third unoccupied cushion.

He dropped his wine and stood.

His belt was already undone even before Kaylee entered this place, so immediately he stood, his pants fell off his waist, going down to bunch around his ankles.

No underpants, so his cóvk spranged forward like a spiral.

Kaylee’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t make a move. Her mouth widened too, but she couldn’t talk.

She could only hold the wine glass with her tighter, her thumb pressing the coldness.

The titillations sent jolts to her core, and her mind wavered.

Remo’s smile wiped off, replaced by something unrestrained.

He took the covk in his hand, pumping and squeezing, giving himself a masterful handjob right in front of her.

He’s so hard. Dead Hard.

As he stroked fast, he got harder, his cap went sleek. Veins decorated the cóvk body, his balls slapped his skin.

“I sent you pictures, but here’s a proper introduction to Monster. I once learnt on an app called OBSCURE that if you name your dîvk, it lives longer. The name is Monster, and it’s saying nice to meet you, Mrs. Wesley.” He groaned.

His arse tightened behind, hips hollowing, muscles pulling in his legs. He pumped faster—as if the covk is the only thing he knows how to handle in the world.

Which is not entirely untrue.

Kaylee? She’s a weeping, crying mess on her seat already.

The tears isn’t pouring from her eyes. It’s raining down between her legs.

Her throat is dryly tight, her eyes unable to move away from his handjob, her fingers went tighter on the wine glass again.

It’s like if she drops it, she’d lose the control she’s trying to guard.

Her head went hazy like she’s in a daze, and then it blew.

She licked her lips unconsciously, feeling the sweat rolling down the middle of her breàsts as Remo’s pee-hole shot out the white liquid.

He came on the floor, painting the floor with it like a canvas.

In drops. In sprinkles.

He was groaning like a game-less hunter as the liquid poured of him.

Kaylee’s mouth watered, and she unconsciously licked her lip again.

All morals? Drowned.

The tears and cries down there got worse, she’s already shaking.

Is this how it feels to be turned on?

It’s been years since she lost Dorian’s dad, and she had stayed untouched and clean—not because she wanted to stay loyal to a ghost, but she was always busy.

She had Dorian at 20 when she was still young, and now she’s 42.

She still deserves to get fuçked hard,

Who knew she’d find her breakthrough in Los Angeles?

For the third time, she licked her lips, but she was disappointed when Remo pulled his pants back up.

“But today, I’m only gonna give you a taste and make you understand that young bloods are the sickest. I’ll give you my mouth, just say it.” He said, his eyes lowering down her body.

Well packaged tits. Waist isn’t even there cos she’s full, and her face is still active with a over ten card.

Her phone buzzed.

Without taking her eyes off Remo, she pick the phone.

Angela: Ten minutes gone, I’m coming right up with the cops.

Kaylee has never typed faster all her life. Her fingers rushed the text.

Kaylee: He’s not here, he didn’t show up. I’ll be taking a rest for some minutes up here, wait for me and send the cops away.

She sent it and dropped her phone.

Remo did a squat in front of her.

The cushion is tall enough to make his face stay angled between her spread legs.

Kaylee’s mind went lost completely when he pulled her P@?tië? down her legs and stuffed it in her mouth.

He held her legs apart, her dress bunched up to her waist.

Her pvxxy is so madly soaked, his tongue ring rubbed his lips.

Fine, this is new…

He has never seen this kinda wetness before, but it’s understandable.

She must be so famished since her husband is long gone.

Poor, starved pvxxy.

The cl1t is already open for him, and it’s dripping with cream which made his mouth water.

He looked up at her face, the P@?tië? in her mouth making her look like a kid with speech impairment.

He smiled psychotically, his eyes glancing sharply to the unnoticed camera he planted inside the chandelier before she arrived.

“Bless this food, lawd.” He muttered, then he dived in-between her legs.

Mouth opened, breaths heavy.

The moment his mouth began sucking her watershed pvxxy, the glass of wine finally fell from her, crashing on the floor.

Her body screamed GOOD!

She saw black stars.

..

Down the exclusive park, Angela is still staring at her phone.

Staring at Kaylee’s text.

Kaylee: He’s not here, he didn’t show up. I’ll be taking a rest for some minutes up here, wait for me and send the cops away.

Angela smirked.

“Y’all can leave, she won’t be needing your service anymore.” She said.

The cops looked at her questioningly.

“The culprit didn’t show up, so she’ll be spending the night resting alone in the hotel instead. Y’all can leave.” She clarified with sweet lies.

And of course the cops bought the lie, so they left the car obediently and strolled out of the park.

Angela smirked again.

“Good luck having a good fûck with your son’s agemate, Kayle. I hope you can tell me good luck too when I start Fuçkin your son.” She muttered.

—

[8PM]

Dorian refused to drop the food package with him at the car trunk. He preferred to carry it with him at the backseat, so he could smell the sweet aroma of the Italian pasta as the car sped smoothly on the road.

“Drive faster,” he ordered.

“Yes sir,” the driver inched closer to the wheel, stepping on the gas.

Dorian rolled the window down a bit to take in air, but he quickly rolled it back up when he saw his fangirls in the the city, still calling Cove names and dragging his dead parents too.

Nothing beyond their capabilities, and right now it’s insane.

If it was before, he’d be thinking of ways to make them stop by addressing them, but that’s never gonna happen now.

He’s just gonna leave the fans to their insanity so far he didn’t send them to do it. They can carry on.

Cove wants unfairness? Then he’s going to break his own law of gentility and give Cove the roughness he desperately wants.

The car is moving into the medical center road right now, so he pulled his gaze away from the window and looked at the food package sitting beside him.

He smiled faintly, but the smile faded slowly…

He remembered something, and his mood fell off.

He’s not sleeping right now, but somehow, he can hear the young female voice in his head …

“Let me out!”

“Please don’t let me die here!”

“It’s so dark in here!”

“Help me!!!!!”

He closed his eyes, his knuckles whitening as he balled his palms.

But today, it’s not only the young female voice in his head.

There’s another adult female voice…

“This isn’t you! This isn’t you!! You can’t do that! I won’t allow it! You can’t commit that sin!!!”

Dorian’s knuckles turned whiter—like he has been drained of blood.

His eyes stayed closed, and he began trembling slowly.

It started from his hands, to his jaws, and the voice persisted. He was running crazy on that seat.

The driver noticed him shaking, and he stopped the car worriedly.

“Sir Rian?” He called.

No answer.

“Sir Rian?”

Zero reply.

The guards car behind them stopped too, and his guards rushed forward to see what the situation is.

They flipped the car doors open in all angles and popped in with their heads.

“He just suddenly started shaking with his eyes closed!” The driver said fearfully.

“Sir?” A guard touched Dorian.

No response.

“Sir!” Another guard yelled.

“What the fûck!” Dorian cussed, jerking up roughly, eyes wide.

He was already drowning in his episode.

“Are you ok, sir? Do we need to get you checked at the medical center?” The driver asked.

Dorian undid the buttons of his long coat and took it off for air.

And that’s when he saw he’s still wearing his apron under the coat. He must have forgotten to take it off since he was trying hard to be fast with the cooking.

His guards helped him untie the apron, and it was thrown away.

He undid the first two buttons of his dress-shirt too.

“I’m fine now, drive on.” He ordered.

“Are you sure, sir?” The oldest guard asked worriedly.

“Rest assured,” Dorian muttered.

They shut the car doors, but a guard stayed with him on that backseat while the others went back to their other cars behind.

The driver resumed the drive, and five minutes later, they arrived at the medical center.

As the head doctor communicated with Dorian, his eyes are wide.

“Stace left?”

“She left the hospital when the nurses were taking her to the dermatologist floor. She knocked out the nurses and one guard.” The doctor said.

“That’s a lie. She’d never do that.” Dorian retorted, refusing to believe that garbage.

“She left a text though,” the head doctor said, showing them his phone.

This is the Montanas’ family hospital, so Stacy and her dad communicate with the doctor.

Truly, Stacy’s text is on the doctor’s screen…

Miss Montana: Sorry for knocking the nurses out. I didn’t mean to be that brutal, but they were saying I’ll be getting discharged tommorow morning. I can’t stay in that hospital till tomorrow.

“I still don’t believe,” Dorian shook his head again. “Something must have happened…”

“We checked the footage to be sure, but unluckily, we had a lights out when she was in the elevator, so there was no footage, but we got a footage of her entering a Uber in front of the building. She left on her own.” The head doctor insisted, showing Dorian the footage.

In the footage, Stacy walked out of the medical center alone, but Dorian can’t help but feel her fear through that video.

Before he could speak up again, Albert Montana came in.

The girls came right behind him.

“She texted me too,” Albert showed his phone screen. “I’m sorry, but you know how extra she can be.”

“Of course I know,” the head doctor smiled. “That’s why I’m calm. She probably needs air, but find her quickly, she needs to be guarded.”

“I know, I will.” Albert nodded, then he left with the guards.

“I’m tired of my bîtch,” Tania muttered.

“She wanted air without us?” Tania’s lashes batted.

“I still don’t get, …I mean… make it make sense?” Kehlani shook her head.

They’re already walking out.

Dorian pulled out his phone, and his eyes dipped when he saw he received a text from Stacy too.

Must be when he was drowning in his episode earlier in the car.

Stace: I’m so sorry, Dorian. I have to be somewhere.

Dorian looked up.

“Somewhere?” He muttered suspiciously.

And there was a lights out here? The most luxurious, most sophisticated hospital in this city?

That just makes everything more suspicious.

He rushed out.

—

[Studio Apartment]

Stacy’s phone sat brightly on top of the small eating table.

Stacy sat behind the table, arms on it as she watched the new phone ringing—the old one got crushed with the car earlier during her abduction.

It’s her dad calling, but she doesn’t even want to pick and lie again.

She has lied in her texts, lying on call will be harder.

The only thing she wants to do right now is put a nail in the heart of this nutjob—if he has one, and get out of this place quickly.

The nutjob is sitting across her on the table, and the flickering light above the table isn’t helping things as it kept flashing his devoid face like a horror character in a thriller show.

The table is set.

It has been set before she arrived here, just that it was covered,and now it’s open.

French pasta, beef at the side, salad and chocolate drink.

The aroma of the pasta kept lifting into her nostrils, and this is the only time in her life she’s wishing her sense of smell stops working cos her stomach is making low rumbles.

She’s hungry as fûck, but what would eating his dishes make her?

Hurt Zendaya again?

Also, this is the reason she was kidnapped, and even though the kidnappers didn’t later take the signed contract with them, her dad’s life is still at stake for each seconds she spends with this man.

She suddenly spranged up.

“Sit down,” his voice crawled around her guts like shackles.

“Now stop acting like a tyrant! I was kidnapped cos of you, I was nearly barbequed! I was made to sign a stay away from Cove contract, and here you are, wanting me to—”

Her words were cut short when her stomach rumbled.

Her eyes met his own, and she cursed her stomach inwardly.

“Yeah I’m hungry, but not very bad. I won’t eat your food.” She said.

“Sit down, Dollface. Pick that call and then eat. I planned not to touch you, but if you want me to do more than making you eat, then keep standing.” He said, each word coming out calm and rough at the same time.

Only gawd knows how he does that.

But the mention of TOUCH made her butt land on the chair fast. They’re the only two in this house.

She followed him from the hospital cos he threatened to kidnap her for real, and she wouldn’t put that past his nutty head.

She entered a different Uber alone like he ordered, and the Uber took her to this place.

So if anything happens, he might just bury her body secretly.

And poof… RIP Stacy Montana.

She was still glaring at him across the table as she picked the phone and swiped green on the call.

“Hey, dad!” She smiled.

“Sweetheart! I did nothing wrong again so why would you escape the hospital just because you didn’t want to stay till tomorrow!” Albert’s rushed words bulleted her ear.

“Cos I knew you’d just tell them to sedate me till tomorrow morning if I told you I wanted to leave tonight?” She replied, her eyes pausing on Cove’s eyes across the table.

His arms are crossed now, and there’s complete blankness on his face like all expressions are on exile.

“And you had to knock out the nurses and a guard? How did you even do that?” Albert said.

Stacy sighed.

If Albert stayed home enough, he’d know that she can’t knock a guy out.

The fact that there’s a male among the knocked out people should give him a hint that she was taken, but what does he know about her?

“I need air, I’ll be back in few minutes. Don’t worry, this place is hidden, I won’t be discovered.” She muttered and hung up.

With a slam, she dropped her phone. The pink pearls decorating the pouch rattled on the table surface.

She picked the cutlery and digged into the food.

One forkful of pasta, a slim tear of the tender beef, a forkful of salad, then she drank the chocolate drink.

She didn’t swallow them before she stood with swollen cheeks.

“Done, I’ve eaten. Let me go.” She muffled though the food.

Cove stood immediately, circling the table.

She quickly sat back, knowing he’s coming for her.

She swallowed everything in her mouth and nearly chocked.

She picked the fork to continue eating, but he took it from her .

Before she knew it, he lifted her with both sides of her waist. He set her on the table, then he took the plate of pasta and the fork.

Knowing where this is going, she gasped.

“No. I swear I’ll eat everything now! Give me last chance and I’ll eat it all by myself!” She rushed in panic.

But if he heard, it didn’t seem like it cos he lifted a forkful of pasta to her lips, waiting for her to open up.

She shook her head with a rumple between her brows.

“Please don’t do this to me… Zendaya likes you a lot! I swear a whole lot. Do you know she’s trying to lose weight so you’ll look at h—”

“One more word, and I’ll fûck you till you pass out on this table. I’ll let you have a taste of Almighty T.” He muttered, jaws grinding dangerously.

He meant it!

Hint: Almighty T is his D name.

Stacy froze, and her mouth opened wide before she knew it.

He shoved the fork of pasta inside, and she chewed as fast as possible, swallowing fast too.

“If you choke to death, your dad will probably die with you.” He muttered.

“As if you care!” She glared as she opened her mouth to take the second forkful from him.

She hasn’t chewed before she swallowed, and she choked.

She was coughing hard as she grabbed the water cup and drank till half, breathing hard.

Water came out of her nose too.

He continued the feeding, and this time, no one told her before she chewed carefully.

Silence wrapped around them, but the eye contact never dropped as each forkful entered her mouth.

“You weren’t a bully in your elementary school. You h@tëd bullies and even protected your fat friend from them.” He broke the silence.

“She’s Zendaya, not fat friend,” She glared, chewing the seventh forkful.

“I won’t ever call her name, Dollface.” He groaned, moody.

A smirk made her lips tweak as she, took the chocolate drink.

She had a sip.

Her lips are sheening from the little grease in the food.

“In elementary, your dad gave you crumbs of attention, so you stayed prim and proper. Highschool, you were in Las Vegas, and in preparatory school, you were in Canada, so your dad didn’t matter cos he’s in LA anyways. But when you came back to LA for uni, your dad changed—no time for you anymore, so you became a bully in uni. Surprisingly, I haven’t seen your bully side before, but I heard stories….”

Stacy dropped the choco cup, and he fed her the next forkful immediately.

“Last year…you cut a girl’s hair and made her eat it. They had to do surgery to get it out of her. You made her boyfriend eat grass like an animal, and he landed on the surgery table too. You poured ink in a lecturer’s mouth cos he looked at you too much. You were iconic, all because you wanted to get your dad’s attention….but this year—this semester, you’ve been pointless.” He muttered.

“I’m not pointless! I just had things to do!” She argued.

“Bad liar!” He grunted, pushing his face closer to her.

She tilted back, palms scrambling on the table surface.

Her palm hit the choco cup and it poured away.

She turned her face to the side, blocking all chances of a kiss.

“Actually, you’re right. You had things to do…. things like creeping around the garage and looking for my attention? Now that you got my attention and know what it feels like, you wanna run? Over my dead body.” He continued toxically, voice still low, rumbling into her eardrums.

She swallowed nothing.

“I wasn’t looking for your attention you egoistic weirdo!” She faced him immediately. “I was just curious!”

“You’re not a good liar. A nursery kid can do better,” he muttered, eyes searching hers.

“I was curious, that’s it…” She stated, getting serious.

“About?” He angled his head.

The chocolate drink that poured on the table has spread to where she rested her palms, and now she’s slipping slowly, but she didn’t fret.

“Your parents at the Bronx story, it’s not really true…is it? You’re more than just a garage geek. You aren’t from the Bronx.” She muttered.

The aroma of the pasta is coming from her mouth now, so he dropped the empty pasta plate and picked the beef plate. He started feeding her that too, and she reluctantly opened up.

“Impressive,” he muttered, a curve forming on his lips.

“My Noir Chocolat store in San Diego alerted me that someone came to buy twelve cartons at once which hasn’t happened before. Yes, their chocolate is addictive, but what’s one person doing with 12 packs AT ONCE? So I told them to send me the details, and I saw your name Cove Fabio in the transaction. 600k chocolate? A garage boy?” She smirked back.

“That same night, three DIAMONDS got burnt with a fuel station in that San Diego, and it had to be you.” She continued, fluently.

She opened her mouth, taking the last piece of beef from him.

Cove dropped the empty beef plate and smirked, mirroring hers.

“Naturally, I should wipe my details from the store system like I do whenever I purchase anything, but I intentionally left it intact cos I knew you’d get alerted. It’s a way of saying I’m always behind you… Watching… closely…” He whispered into her ears.

“Nutjob,” she muttered with rising chest. “I bet you set your parents on fire too!” She added.

At the mention of parents, Cove’s eyes blinked, lids raising and red streaks building in the white.

His jaws gritted habitually.

A vague memory stuck.