(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

Ethan had barely begun to pull off Kylie's shirt and sweater when her phone buzzed to let her know that she'd received a message from Facebook. She tried to answer it, but Ethan scooped it out of her hand. Not knowing who the message was from, Kylie cried out, "Give it back! It might be important!"

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Ethan took a look at the screen and saw that it was from someone called "Stars." "Stars?" he wondered aloud. "Who is this, and what kind of a name is that?"

Kylie's face turned red in embarrassment but, when she tried to get her phone back, he allowed it. Knowing that Ethan still expected an explanation, she avoided his eyes and said, "Star is just a friend of mine…"

Changing the subject, Ethan asked how she was feeling about all the online drama that she'd created the day before at the press junket. Anxious to keep him distracted, Kylie exclaimed how the whole thing hadn't blown up to the extent that she'd wanted it too. "It was big," she explained, "but not big enough…"

Ethan raised his hand and rubbed her hair gently, and Kylie almost drowned in his gentle eyes. For a moment, she forgot that he was a predator and that she was his prey, but then he attacked her and did not let up until he'd gotten what he'd wanted.

"Wife, I wanted you now," He growled.

He lowered his lips to her ear, "I want to try a different position," He whispered, voice full of greed and lust.

Kylie just nodded, pulling him down and giving him a small peck.

He picked her up, then turned her around so that her ass was facing him. He waited until she was lying on her belly with her ass waving around. He gripped her ass, then slammed back into her deeper as he could. Her tight wet core was almost pushing him out, yet it caressed him in ways no one else could.

"Oh, my god! Ethan! Ah... love... love...you're making me drown," She screamed. She whimpered, digging her face into the pillow as he slapped her ass, causing it to jiggle and bounce.

She heard him moaned and seductively enchanting her name. He laid back, pulling Kylie on top of him.

"How can you get any deeper?" She complained, rolling her hips. He smiled, gripping her hips and pounding her against him. Her entire body shook vigorously, and then hot liquid started dripping out of her wet core.

He bounced her hard, pushing up and down. He lurched his head back and spilled.

"Oh, honey!...that hit the spot,"

He dropped his tired body on top of her. He noticed that both their hot liquid was splurging out of her wet core. She breathed out and turned to his side then said, "I just can't imagine, how come you are so energetic?"

He smiled naughtily and replied, "I want another round,"

"He'll no! I'm tired. I don't have much energy for another round," She said while her eyes were gradually closing.

"Honey, we need to take a bath. Clean your body before going to sleep," He hugged her and whispered.

"Umm...I don't want to take a bath," she answered drowsily.

Ethan picked her up immediately and brought her into the bathroom.

***

The next afternoon, Kylie received a call from Khloe. "My good sister," Khloe began, "when you followed Lord Ethan, it seemed that you were on your high horse. Now that you've been dumped, it's time for you to wake up from your fancy dream."

Kylie clipped her cell phone between her shoulder and ear so that she could casually polish her nails. "Khloe," she replied in a tone of irritation, "Do you really have nothing better to do than to call me up and mock me?"

" Whatever," Khloe laughed. "I have Garcia Entertainment in my back pocket, but you don't. Furthermore, being dumped by Lord Ethan is just the beginning of your miserable life."

"You're so silly," Kylie replied. "Now that I am no longer with Lord Ethan, who do you think will court me next, or have you been blind to the way that Aiden looks at me?"

"You impudent slut!" Khloe snapped. "If you dare to approach Aiden, I'll kill you!"

"Temper, temper," Kylie chuckled. "You don't frighten me. I will do as I please."

"What do you fucking want from me?!?!?" Khloe shouted.

"Meet me at the Royal Private Club at 8 pm," Kylie replied, "and I will tell you."

Khloe was about to ask Kylie why she should go, but her sister had already hung up the phone.

By the time Khloe arrived at the club, her sister was already there, and the table she was at was laden with food. Seeing Kylie eating casually, she scowled as she took a seat across from her sister. "I am here," she grumbled. "Now, tell me what you want."

Kylie grabbed a mutton chop, took a bite, and savored the intense flavor with her eyes closed. "Now that's what I call a delicacy," Kylie sighed.

"I did not come here to discuss the culinary arts," Khloe snapped.

Kylie casually swallowed the mutton and said, "Khloe, I know about your miscarriage. Who knows, perhaps you are now infertile. If you were, who would want you then? Probably not Aiden!"

Khloe flinched at Kylie's words. "Kylie," she cried, "even if I can't get pregnant, Aiden loves me! He would never leave me for you…"

Kylie smiled impishly and said, "We'll see about that…"

"I don't want to do this," Khloe cried. "If you want money, I can give you money, but please don't bother Aiden anymore, and don't vilify me. I can do whatever you want. I can give you whatever you want."

Kylie wiped her hands with tissue and maintained her impish grin. "I am one of the shareholders of Garcia Entertainment," she laughed. "I am not short of money. But, are you really willing to do what I tell you to do? Khloe nodded reluctantly. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I will tell you if I can do it."