Hot Driver - S01 E99

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Hot Driver - S01 E99

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 99

They handed the babies back to Ariel and Arielle, who waved them off cheerfully as the couple headed for the car.

Hazel and Luis arrived just as they were leaving, having flown in the week before and settled temporarily at the Hale estate.

“We’re here to play with the babies!” Hazel announced happily.

Luis pulled his brother into a quick, tight hug before Duane and Ivory climbed into the car and drove off.

Once inside the house, Hazel and Luis wandered toward the sitting room, and within seconds, Luis had backed her gently against the wall, kissing her thoroughly.

Ariel and Arielle came down the stairs at that exact moment.

“HEY! Young kids!” Arielle called out, laughing.

“Must EVERYONE make me jealous?” she continued dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’m going to get a man soon, I swear. Even my own twin has a girlfriend now!”

She dissolved into exaggerated, theatrical tears, and Ariel simply rolled his eyes, steering her toward the kitchen.

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A Yacht – Same Afternoon

Ivory sat curled on Duane’s lap as the yacht drifted gently across calm water, sunlight scattering gold across the surface around them.

They kissed slowly, unhurried, before finally pulling apart, foreheads resting together.

“Tell me again,” Ivory said softly, “how we met.”

“You hated me,” Duane said, grinning. “Called me a poor church rat.”

“You deserved it, at first.”

“I did,” he admitted, laughing. “And you didn’t believe in love. Swore it off completely.”

“You changed that,” she said quietly. “I don’t even think about Ron anymore. Not really. You made sure of that.”

His decayed body had been found in his mansion a year earlier by his own secretary, the story briefly reigniting headlines before fading, forgotten, into the past where it belonged.

“You helped me too,” Duane said. “The dissociative episodes. They stopped, remember? Somewhere along the way, they just stopped.”

“You’re my eternity,” Ivory whispered.

“You’re my addiction,” he answered. “The only woman I’ve ever really seen.”

They kissed again, slow and certain, lost entirely in each other the way they always were.

Duane tickled her sides suddenly, and her laughter rang bright across the water — until she stopped abruptly, breath catching, a hand flying to her chest.

“What?” he asked, concerned.

“The babies are awake,” she said, laughing despite the sudden ache. “I need to feed them.”

They kissed one final time before rising, and made their way back toward shore, smiling the entire journey home — addicted to each other still, and never, ever letting go.

THE END....