Reckless - S01 E78

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Reckless - S01 E78

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 78

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[Inside, Cove’s Corner]

Cove choose the darkest corner of the Plaza, and Stacy just knew he didn’t choose it without a reason.

She is the reason, and she didn’t let the moment slip by uselessly.

Thankfully, she wore her favorite butt-cheeks-revealing bum shorts and a really slutty cropped top—for him.

The moment the song went from r&b to pop, she went crazy.

First thing she did was take off her cropped top, leaving her in her thin bra which has no foam, so her breàsts are transparent, especially the dark little n1pples.

She took her spot in front of him, dancing to the music, getting absorbed in the flow.

Behind her, Cove is chewing gum, and at the same time, he’s smoking and drinking.

He usually combined these three when he was at home, but he’s going back home soon anyways, so he might as well start regurgitating old habits and practicing them.

The smokes pouring out of his mouth belong in hell. He relaxed on the chair, chewing gum together with the smokes. Smokes escaped through his nostrils.

Stacy’s arse was twerking in front of him, so he raised an hand with a sëxy smile, rubbing her arse and taking another puff from his cigarette.

Stacy swept her hair back, little eruptions of sweat on her face, but her knees didn’t stop moving back and forth.

Her twerking didn’t stop.

She looked back over her shoulder, and her eyes met with Cove’s.

He kissed her waist chains.

She smiled cutely, and he spanked her. Her butt cheeks vibrated.

“Thiago,” She Mõ@ned, sitting on his lap and rocking him.

She took his cigar from him, and before he could stop her, she took a puff and started coughing.

Quickly, he gave her the Hennessy bottle to wash her throat.

She drank a little and threw her head back, grinning.

“Don’t pretend to be a smoker, you’re not one.” He said seriously, wanting to take the bottle from her.

She dropped it before he could, and she pulled his shirt from the base, peeling it out of his body. She took it off, then straddled his laps, facing him.

She retook the Hennessy bottle and poured it on his body till half bottle was reached.

“What’s the name of this level, Dollface?” He smirked.

“Stacy’s badassery.” She winked before going down on him, using her tongue on his slopes and muscles, abs and biceps, the six packs.

She bit his n1pples teasingly and rubbed her hair on the Hennessy on his skin. She kissed his neck, lips crawling up his chin.

A little before she’d get to his lips, she stopped, looking into his eyes.

He’s staring at her deeper than she’s staring at him. Her heart picked up the race again, so unhealthy, and her eyes turned affectionate she didn’t try to hide it.

“Do you remember what you said when you were drunk?” He asked.

She immediately shook her head, meaning an instant no.

He dropped his cigarette inside the Hennessy bottle and held her arse in his two palms, shifting her closer.

Again, she could feel his killer bulge under her. It’s poking so much.

“I won’t betray you…” She whispered, resting her forehead on his. “Don’t betray me. I….I think I… can’t do without you anymore.”

Cove smiled till it reached his eyes, and he stroked her hair away from her face. They both smell like Hennessey right now.

He kissed her eyes, and she closed them before he hugged her.

“I should be the one telling you that you have no right to get tired of my acts, Dollface. I’m obsessed, I’m addicted. And there’s nothing in this world I won’t do so far it’ll get you closer to me. You have no idea what you’re in.” He whispered.

“I don’t care,” she murmured. “I just want you alone.”

A dark smile made his lips go up, and he placed a kiss on her neck.

From her spot, Trinidad is staring at the dark corner with hunched brows, wondering what’s really going on.

Is Stacy in danger? Should she save her from her dangerous best friend?

Is Cove playing with her or just using her to pass time?

She has no answer, and she can’t even read Cove, so her confusion is so Fuçkin deep.

She drank from her bottle, facing the other way where Trevor is now playing games with his friends.

She smiled.

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[Dorian’s Mansion]

Jeremy initially planned to go to Trevor’s party, but the remembrance that Stacy would surely be there made him change his mind.

He stayed back, signing endorsements online and writing music. Now he’s feeding the insects inside their glass habitat.

He sat beside the glass with the large tin of sugar and the white rubber spoon which he’s scooping inside with.

Eyes are melancholic, and he looks highly homesick as he sat there.

“Cove will hurt Stacy so bad, very bad.” His mind told him again.

His mind has been telling him that same sentence for weeks now, but what can he do?

He’s even helpless living as Dorian. Now he has to break the Dorian chains and build his own forte to protect Stacy, but how? He has the idea, but it’s not that easy.

There’s a huge collateral damage about him living as Dorian, and he might land in jail instead of saving Stacy like he planned.

He dropped the tin of sugar and stood to go use the shower, but his head rang suddenly, and he stilled.

His body paused too, head ticking back to last year January.

[Last Year January, San Francisco]

Happiness wouldn’t start describing what Jeremy felt when he came out of his gate at the airport.

He slowly adjusted his face cap, wowing at the tall buildings and skyscrapers.

LA has skyscrapers too, but they’re just not as tall as this.

All his life, he had been stick in LA. It’s his first time flying out of his city to another city, so his smile was blinding it could rival the sun.

He had saved for a year to buy Dorian’s concert ticket and book a flight and a hotel to stay at.

He even stole from his mum’s savings to complete the money, and it’s nothing to criticize about.

Anyone would wanna come.

He’s Elmira’s twin, but he shares only a little resemblance with Elmira, and then he shares deep resemblance with Dorian the metal singer who’s not even his family?

It’s not even resemblance if they have the same face. They’re literally the same person, and few people mistook him for Dorian in LA already.

So…it’s high time he met his role model face to face.

It’s 6pm, and he was being cautious as he walked up to the road where he stopped a taxi.

He was about to open the door when another person grabbed the door handle with him.

“I flagged this taxi down first!” They both said at the same time.

Then,he looked beside him to see it’s a girl obviously younger than him. S

She wore turtleneck sweater, and her gaze looks sharper than knife.

Seeing Jeremy’s face, the girl gasped.

“Dorian? Dorian!!”

Jeremy quickly covered her mouth, eyes wide.

“No I’m not! My name is Jeremy! I only look like him! Dorian wouldn’t wear cheap clothes like this!” He gritted before letting her go.

With her eyes still wide, she gasped. “Doppelgangers still exist? Gawd! I can’t believe this! Dorian would be stunned to see his lookalike!”

“I’m a DIAMOND by the way! I’m here for the concert,” Jeremy smiled.

“Of course you are,” she extended an hand. “I’m Lynn.”

[Present Time]

Tears gathered in Jeremy’s eyes, but it didn’t fall as he went down in a squat, sniffling and covering his mouth with his palm.

“I’m so sorry, young girl. I’m so Fuçkin sorry…” His tears finally fell.

By the door, Angela watched him with mixed feelings.

She felt tears moisten her own eyes too.

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[Saturday, A Pub]

The pub barely noticed when Anita slipped inside, the door creaking softly behind her.

Laughter rolled on from the people inside, glasses clinked, and the air smelled of beer and fried food.

She paused just a moment near the entrance, eyes scanning, careful not to draw attention.

It didn’t take long before she sighted her target at the east.

Keeping her head slightly lowered, she moved into the dim light, blending with the crowd.

No one spared her more than a glance, which suited her.

She settled on the east chair in front of a figure who wore a face hat.

“Who are you?” She asked in a total whisper, and the person lifted her hat slowly, revealing her face.

Zendaya.

Anita gasped…eyes stretching

“Zendaya?”

“You came here, meaning you’ve agreed to the collaboration.” Zendaya replied with ease.

She dropped a file on the table.

“Read through it, and you’ll know the info you need to provide. In three weeks after efficient planning, Albert should be dead.” She said.

“Why!” Anita took Zendaya’s hand. “Why do you suddenly want Albert dead?”

Zendaya roughly took her hand away from the woman, glaring.

“If you wanna get rich, just do as you’re told! Study the file overnight and call me tommorow morning. My number is in the package.

With that, Zendaya left the pub.

Anita’s palms turned watery with sweat as she picked the file up.

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[Montana Mansion, 6pm]

Stacy decided to put little curls in her hair today, and it’s falling perfectly in place which made her start humming as the curling iron did it’s job.

She’s going on a date with her girlies, and after that, she’s gonna go spend the night with Cove.

That was her plan. And she was still sticking to it till her phone rang.

She paused her curling and took her phone. It’s Kehlani.

“Lani?” She muttered, swiping green.

“Babe, I’m on my way!” She lied with a smile.

“No check the news! Babe! I think you’re becoming the President’s daughter soon! And daughter-in-law to the vice president!” Kehlani announced happily.

Stacy frowned.

“What are you….”

“Check the news!”

The call cut, and Stacy went to the media with a frown.

The news aired twenty minutes ago.

Albert Montana, a top candidate for the next year presidential election.

Kaylee Wesley, a top candidate for the vice president.

Stacy Montana, the upcoming bride to Dorian Wesley.

She couldn’t read the details and outlines. She stormed out of the mansion and drove herself.

She knew her dad has decided to start making decisions for her, but this is not making sense.

And she had to hear about his candidacy from the news?

The guards didn’t stop her as she barged into Outright Medias with tears on her face.

Her dad’s office received her in two minutes more, and he wasn’t surprised to see Kaylee drinking with her dad at the lounge.

“Sweetheart!” Albert stood.

“Daughter-in-law?” Kaylee joined the standing immediately.

“Don’t daughter-in-law me!” Stacy yelled, facing her dad. “I had to hear about your candidacy in the news? You’re my Fuçkin dad! Why am I like an outcast just living in your mansion? Dad!!!”

“Stacy!” Albert yelled, regretting it immediately. “Stacy I’m….”

“I h@të you!!” She yelled, storming out exactly the way she stormed in.

“Stacy!” Albert went after her.

Kaylee held her forehead.

“She really needs to get married to my son. Dorian would feed her slaps to set her straight. I h@të brats.”

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[Elite2 Hotel]

Cove saw the news and just treated it as unimportant.

Dorian married to Stacy? He’d kidnap the two of them,make Stacy kill Dorian with her own hands and set his body on fire then fûck her under the illumination of the fire. End of story.

He shut down his laptop and was about to dial Eleven when the doorbell sounded.

Matteo and Trevor don’t ring it before entering, so he had a guess of who, and when he opened the door, it’s indeed his Dollface.

Teary, wet face.

He didn’t get to talk.

She just stood on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It’s like he has been waiting. He kissed back, fervently, sickeningly, feverishly.

He’s literally kissing her life, eating her soft lips, sucking and chewing.

All on that door.

He tasted her salty tears in the kiss, and she just kissed him deeper. He took it.

Stacy nearly fainted as all breaths were drawn from her chest.

He was stealing her life with the kiss, and she had to struggle to breathe…

“I love you so much, Thiago. I love you madly I’m sickly in love with you. I lied last night when I said I couldn’t remember my drunk words.”

Her words were a low but clear whisper as she broke the kiss, both panting hungrily, eyes connecting with the darkest threads existing.

“I love you more than anything….” She confessed again, her eyes searching his. “And I want you to take me so hard, right now….”

Her voice went lower.

Cove’s eyes dropped lower too, the darkness suffocating but beautiful.

“Make love to me… Fûck me till I forget myself. Make me forget everything. Please…” She muttered, arms still wrapped on him.

Cove’s breaths was heavy, wicked, hard and hot as it hit her dolly face.

“My stamina is beastly, Dollface. I’ll fûck you in all angles in this suite, and you won’t be able to stand up all tomorrow.” He whispered warningly, fingers caressing her cheeks.

And she replied…

“I don’t wanna stand up, Ruin me, wreck my legs, my Thiago.”

TBC.