Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54
[Dorian’s Mansion]
“This is serious, very serious.” Angela muttered, shaking her head as she ate caviar and watched TV.
Richest oil and gas CEO in America got arrested for a heavy crime.
“Why would he even do that? Isn’t he rich enough on his own? Why getting jealous of Albert? He went after Albert? Foolish.” Angela continued.
“I’m glad you used that word, foolish.” Kaylee replied, coming out.
She wore a red evening gown, makeup fresh, hair down and body scenting like she’s going out.
“I can’t believe he kidnapped Stacy too. That’s the main sin that won’t make Albert forgive him. Stacy is Albert’s life just the way Dorian is my life. If anyone tries to kidnap my son anytime, I swear I and that person will kill each other.” She said again, taking from the caviar.
“I trust you, Kay.” Angela laughed. “But are you going out? You don’t even look like you’re returning to San Francisco anytime soon. Aren’t you supposed to use a week here?”
“Yeah I’m going out for a drive, and I’m not returning to San Francisco yet. What’s so bad in spending more time with my son?” Kaylee shrugged.
Angel rolled eyes secretly.
She gets it. Remo’s D is still sweet.
“The single is scheduled to drop by 1pm tommorow. We finished wrapping up.” She said.
“Ou, good.” Kaylee smiled.
Dorian entered, smiling, and Kaylee spranged up immediately.
“Someone looks cheerful, I guess you got closer to Stacy cos I talked to her today.” She winked.
“You’re like a pandemic, Mama K.” Dorian sighed, strolling inside, still smiling so wide.
“I invited her for dinner next week! You should be glad I’m your mum!” Kaylee’s voice echoed after him.
He entered his room, remembering how Stacy said she was gonna make drugs for his DID.
He smiled wider, his heart racing as he fell in bed flat.
When he punched Albert in his mad state, he was scared he lost her, but she understood him…
Even more than he understands himself.
They even later went back to campus for the main rehearsal with the coaches, and the coaches mentioned they have the craziest chemistry on ice which he can’t wait to explore further tommorow.
Tommorow, they’re surely gonna beat footballers and enter the Hall of Fame.
“d@mn, I love her.” He whispered, shutting his eyes.
—
[Elite1 Hotel, 8PM]
Just like last time, Remo arrived before Kaylee.
He’s already in his boxers briefs when Kaylee came through the door.
Tonight, every light in the suite is red. The bedroom lights is redder though.
“Welcome to session one, Mrs. Wesley.” Remo crooned, voice thick.
The woman was already getting wet even before she left her mansion, so there’s no time to waste right now.
She dropped her bag on a side and stripped down from her largest clothing to the smallest.
The red lights couldn’t even hide her body. Remo could see it clearly right now thanks to his contact lenses.
He waited for her, drowned in her impatience and anticipation as she walked to him nakedly under the bloody redness.
She pulled his boxers away from his waist, and when it was being too stubborn, she pulled it in two, shredding it off.
By herself, she climbed the bed, and Remo followed the lead.
He’s gonna start tonight the way she wants.
No foreplay.
No caressing.
She’s so Fuçkin tight, but he didn’t care.
He plunged himself inside in one go from the cap to the hilt.
Despite her wetness, she cried out.
Warm tears stained her eyes.
“Take it slow…it’s been long. I need to adju— Ahhh!!”
He wasn’t listening.
He was banging from the moment he entered her, and her mouth won’t close.
“Go slow, Fuçkin go slow! Agggh!! This is so d@mn… hahaha… d@mn!!!!!!”
“Cry for me, Mrs. Wesley. We can use your tears as lube later…” Remo groaned, giving it to her harder.
“My gawd!!! I’m so Fuçkin full! Gawd I love this! I missed this! Oh….fûck fûck fûck it till I go slack!”
Her breàsts were in his mouth in no time, and his pummelling went wild.
Kaylee shed tears.
—
[Elite2 Hotel, 9PM – Trevor’s Suite]
A inbuilt MP3 player filtered ‘Drip’ By Dorian into the bathroom as Trevor soaked himself in the big tub.
It’s his first time in the tub, and he’s enjoying the comfort that comes with it in the lather of the sweet-smelling treatment soap which calmed his skin.
He held up a glass of cognac, sipping and singing along.
Even inside the tub, he wore shades. Bling bling shades, shinning multicolors.
He doesn’t even wanna know where the money comes from, he just wants to ball like there’s no tommorow.
“Your pulse is leaking through the room!! Like holy wine turned into doom!!!” He screamed the lyrics of the song as he took several pictures of himself.
Minutes Later, he rinsed and came out, towel on his waist.
He barged out, still singing loudly, still holding the wine cup gingerly.
He entered Matteo’s suit, and as expected, Matteo is also doing the same thing.
Towel on his waist, blinging kids shades on his eyes and his expensive wine glass.
He’s dancing in the middle of the gym, jumping.
“My only wish right now is for my wife and daughter to be here with me!” He shouted over the music.
“Let’s just hope Wizard ain’t a criminal, or else your wife and daughter will join us in prison!” Trevor shouted.
They clinked glasses.
In Cove’s suite, Cove isn’t doing any of his favorite things to do.
He’s not coding or programming or creating games and building apps.
He’s not with his laptop at all. He’s far from it. He’s not even in his room.
He’s on the wide balcony, alone.
The three Suites he took are the best here. They all have spacious bathrooms, tubs,
bedrooms with king-sized beds, lounge, living room and balcony. They even have kitchen in case they don’t wanna eat the hotel food, they can cook for themselves.
And that’s the feature Cove likes most.
He likes cooking—just to see the fire burning in the cooker.
There’s even gym and pool and bar and personal closets.
It’s just what he wants.
Blue lights cast a warn glow in his suite from start to finish, and it created a rare halo over him as he sat silently, a board in front of him.
It’s not a chessboard.
It’s designed like a football pitch with two teams at each end. Since they’ll be using the 3-5-2 formation tommorow, he has set each player on the pitch now.
Him as the goalkeeper.
Tania and Trinidad as the forwards.
Max and Scott as part of the midfielders.
Then he set the rest of their team players too, calculating the pros and cons.
He knows the other team are also using 3-5-2.
He has his ways of finding out.
So he set the members of the other team on the pitch too.
Now the 22 total players of the two teams are complete, and as he calculated moves with his eyes, he moved the players.
He played the first and second half.
His team scored 4.
The other team scored 0.
4-0
That should be the count tommorow if none of his team players fûck up.
He pushed the board away, standing and walking to the blunt edge of the balcony.
He h@tës being shirtless, but he’s currently shirtless, his pack of muscles danced under his skin especially the broad back muscle.
His tattoos look criminally darker under the blue lights, and his hair is slightly tousled.
He looks too hot.
He changed the plaster on his tummy and flipped his phone open.
Trinidad’s text sat on screen.
Trinidad: I can’t wait to see you goalkeep for us tomorrow, number 120! Only gawd knows why you chose that as your jersey number! Weird. (Laughing emojis)
Cove typed two words…
Cove: Just sleep.
He sent that and clicked on one of his devilish apps.
Stacy’s black-pink room came to view. She’s currently in her bed, rolling around.
Obviously, she can’t sleep.
Cove rested his elbows on the soft banister, his brows tilting and his eyes keening on her.
She sat up in bed suddenly, pulling up her sleep mask to her forehead, then she touched the bite on her lip and cussed..
“Nutjob,”
She lay back in bed, N?pplës poking the soft material of her nightie.
She groaned.
Cove groaned too, eyes tracing the imprints of the N?pplës.
He zoomed in on her face, and her face filled the screen.
He couldn’t put the phone down.
Something darker than the pit of hell roamed his head till it settled deep in his medulla.
He zoomed again….till only her lips is on his big screen.
He pressed his lips on screen, kissing it obsessively.
—
[Montana Mansion]
Stacy could swear that she has been suffering from insomnia since last week, cos again, she can’t sleep.
Anita isn’t begging by her door tonight.
Her dad isn’t begging either.
It’s not even and Kehlani cos Kehlani didn’t cry about her nudes. She stayed so strong Stacy and the girls were even stunned.
The nudes and videos are even down from the group already, so Kehlani is in her mansion, sleeping.
It’s not even about Zendaya cos she doesn’t feel pity for that girl and her dad.
It’s not about Dorian cos she’s sure she’ll be able to make the drug for his DID in a few days.
It’s about the nutjob.
It’s like he cast a spell on the bite on her lip cos each time it hurt, his face flashes her head.
And now she wants to cut off her lips and give them to Buddha.
She has been rolling and rolling and rolling, unable to get a spot.
When it got too unbearable, she got up and picked her phone, going online to scroll the internet.
Luckily, she saw Dorian’s single release cover for tommorow.
It’s everywhere.
All socials. It’s trending.
And when she saw the song title…
“Quod volo meum est.”
Her eyes widened.
—
[Friday, RIDE University]
Even youths who aren’t students of the school are present.
The campus is fuller than it is on normal days.
New cars lined the parks, rolled over the driveways. There’s barely enough space for Helicopters to land on the airfield.
Classes are empty, but the stadium and skating rink are so Fuçkin full with their environment.
The games will start in twenty minutes.
It’s starting at exactly 11:30.
The campus is so loud it’s almost impossible to hear what the person beside you is saying.
Students raised their voices to speak. The excitement is raw.
And it’s always like this…
Yearly…
RIDE football matches are dangerous detonation cos their players are skilled, especially the first games like this. The fact that it’s a competition between skaters and footballers this year is the cherry on top.
Cove is in the clean locker room with every other member of his team.
Scott, Max, Trinidad, Tania and the seven others.
He sat on the bench, his jersey shorts slightly tight on his thighs, showing off his skin effortlessly.
He’s glossing, and he hasn’t said a word since he got here.
He plastered his stitch twice in case of necessity, and his jaws are tight.
Their coach is in their middle, gearing them up for success.
The other team are at the other side of the room, getting cheered up by their coachman too. Something about dedication.
“Trinidad Brooke, I’ll seriously kill you if you disappoint me,” their team coach threatened playfully, slanting his finger at her.
Trinidad smiled.
“Tania Delgado? Same goes for you. This game determines our face and prestige in this campus!” He faced her.
Tania smirked.
“Max Wyse, I trust you. Scott Young? You better perform! Give it your all!” He jumped, warming up.
Then he faced the remaining members one by one.
Till it was Cove’s turn.
“I’m looking forward to your magic, Covey Fabio. Let’s see if you’re really genius on field like you are with computers and cars.” He said.
Cove said nothing.
“Leave him alone, I trust him.” Trinidad whispered to the coach.
The time finally came to leave for the stadium, and they filed out of the locker room neatly like they’re going to play champions league.
Cove is the last in line, and the fullness of the stadium would scare anybody especially a player who’s playing for the first time.
But Cove visualized the crowd as ants. They mean nothing.
He’s only here to play.
There’s a large white LED scoreboard in display in the stadium wall, and that’s definitely gonna be displaying the team scores.
The cheerleaders took the screams to the next level, dancing and demonstrating with their pompoms.
They’re almost naked.
And Cove…
h@tës it.
The lineup started.
—
[Skating Rink, Wardrobe]
Stacy smiled at herself in front of the mirror, trying to stay in character.
She has never missed, and today isn’t gonna be the first.
The sixth skating pair—Kane and Roxy are already on the ice, skating.
She’s next with Dorian.
Her light blue costume is another pin-under, and she didn’t wear leggings under this one, but it’s stitched and pinned, so she trusts the soft fabric.
Tight on her hips and waist, but still comfortable enough for her to move in. Her hair is in a soft, beautifully curled bun, and her shinny, bold makeup is back.
She looks like the queen bee—that she is. She smiled at herself again.
Dorian entered behind, and she turned around to face him.
He dyed his hair gold, and he looks so effortlessly sèxy in the matching light blue shirt and the free pants.
His hair fell over his bright eyes, and when he tendered his hand, she placed hers on it.
He smiled at her, and she returned it as they left the room together.
“You’re beautiful, snowdrop.” He whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, and he just winked.
Getting to the outside rink, it’s as full as it always is during tournaments.
It’s got the same volume of crowd as the stadium right now.
Watchers, co-skaters, judges, spectators, coaches and idle students.
Tasha and Kehlani winked at Stacy, and she winked back before she started practicing breath control, hand in hand with Dorian.
At the far end of the rink, a giant LED screen dominated the wall.
Bright numbers glowed across it.
PAIR #7 – STACY & DORIAN
Below their names, the score columns waited.
Zeros for now.
The announcer’s voice rolled across the arena. “Next on the ice… Stacy Montana and Dorian Wesley!”
A wave of cheers and whistles swept across the stands from the crowd immediately.
“WOOOO! The legends are here!!!”
Because everyone knew they’re not just about skill but also chemistry.
A second LED screen came on at the center, showcasing what’s currently happening at the field.
Stacy stepped onto the ice first.
Her silver skates bit smoothly into the surface as she glided forward.
The rink lights shimmered across her costume, tiny crystals scattering reflections across the ice like sparks.
Behind her came Dorian.
Controlled. Effortless.
They met at center rink.
For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
Then… music began.
Soft piano notes floated through the arena.
And instantly they moved.
—
[Stadium]
The match has exploded.
The ball rolled into the midfield where Scott collected it first.
A defender rushed him immediately.
Scott flicked the ball up with the outside of his boot, spun his body, and let it drop behind the defender’s leg before darting past him.
The move was so smooth the crowd screamed before the defender even realized he’d been beaten.
The stadium erupted.
“OOOOOOOOHHHH!”
“SCOTT!!!!!”
Kane came here immediately he finished at the rink, so he’s in the middle of the crowd, smiling.
Scott pushed forward three steps before a second opponent lunged.
He chopped the ball sideways, slipped through the gap, and threaded a laser pass forward.
Max took the ball.
He moved differently.
Scott flowed like water, but Max attacked like lightning.
He trapped the ball under his sole, paused a split second, then launched into a blur of stepovers—one, two, three so fast the defender’s feet tangled trying to follow.
The crowd howled.
“Oh my hell!!!!! Maxwell Wyse!!!!!”
Max nudged the ball through the defender’s legs.
Into the NET!
The stadium detonated.
“MAX! MAX! MAX!”
Minutes later, the match resumed with 1-0.
Trinidad and Tania dominated the field like queens.
Every time they touched the ball, the crowd lost its mind.
A pass from Max rolled toward them.
Trinidad took it first.
She controlled the ball mid-stride, keeping it glued to her foot while sprinting.
A defender charged her shoulder-to-shoulder.
She didn’t slow.
With a wicked body feint, she shifted the ball left, then right, slipping between two defenders like a blade.
The stands erupted.
“TRINIDADDDD!”
She hammered a shot—straight to Tania.
Tania was the sharper of the two.
Deadly. Precise.
She stopped the ball instantly under her boot, lifting her head.
Three defenders surrounded her.
The cheerleaders along the sidelines bounced wildly, megaphones raised.
“LET’S GO NIA!!”
Tania flicked the ball behind her heel, spun away from one defender, then burst forward between the other two.
Minutes later, RIDE pressed again.
Scott stole the ball in midfield.
Max dashed forward and received it.
Tania got the ball next.
This time the chance was perfect—just one defender left between her and the goal.
The crowd rose to its feet.
“SHOOT! SHOOT!”
Tania pushed the ball forward, but MISTAKE …
She pushed it too far.
The opposing team snatched the ball, and the stadium gasped.
Tania froze.
Her mistake had opened the door.
The opposing striker raced downfield and blasted a shot past the defenders.
Cove by the net was ready to save the ball,
But then…
A second LED screen came on in the stadium, showcasing what’s happening right now at the skating rink. Dorian and Stacy’s skate.
Those two are currently setting the rink on fire with their skate.
Even the judges are on their feet as they refused to witness such beautiful perfection on their seats.
Stacy’s back is resting on Dorian, and Dorian’s fingers are threading her covered belly, slowly.
Slowly…
Their speed grew maddening.
Till he carried her on his body, her legs wrapped around his tummy…
Faces so close.
His hands on her laps as his shoes scrapped masterfully on the ice.
Cove stopped moving immediately he witnessed that.
He paused.
The coming ball flew past him…
Into the net.
GOAL.
TBC.
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