When Faith arrived, she was annoyed that Kylie wasn't waiting for her at the door. She frowned, got out of the car, and headed in the direction of the reception desk. Once there, she said, "I'm looking for my friend. She is drunk and in distress. Have you seen her?"

The attendant pointed to the garbage bin and said, "Her vomit is in there. That's, I know."

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Not knowing what else to do, Faith searched the bathroom and all of the other public places on the first floor. Having been unsuccessful in her search, she headed back to the car.

"Where's Kylie?" Lucas wondered.

"She's nowhere," Faith gasped. "I couldn't find her. Can you try calling her phone?"

Lucas tried her number a few times, but there was no answer. "I think that the power on her phone is off," he said.

"What should we do?!" Faith cried in distress. "Should we call Lord Ethan?"

Lucas shrugged, and he said, "There isn't anything else we can do…"

Faith dialed Ethan's number, and when he answered, she told him that they were unable to locate Kylie. Ethan, of course, was taken aback by her remark. "Tell me everything," he said.

"Kylie went to the opening ceremony," Faith cried. "Next thing I know, she's calling me, telling me that she needs help and that she's drunk. I couldn't find her, though, and she's not answering her phone!"

"I'll be right there," Ethan replied as he hung up.

***

Cliff took Kylie into the room and gently put her on the bed. "You're really good at vomiting," he laughed as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Completely drunk, Kylie began to cry. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I am such a loser. My father doesn't love me…"

Cliff sighed as he helped Kylie into the bed and, once she was settled, he took off the rest of his clothes and climbed into the shower. He had already filled the sink with hot water and thrown his shirt in to soak. After his shower was done, he dried his body, sniffed his arms, and applied lotion to them.

He was worried that Kylie would throw up in the bed, so he poked his head into the room to make sure that she was alright. When he did this, though, he was caught completely off guard to see that she was sleeping and that she was naked!

Cliff averted his eyes and began to collect Kylie's clothes. When he found her underwear, he was amused to see that they had pictures of Hello Kitty on them. It had a pink lace trim around the waist and a delicate bow that would sit near her belly button.

Cliff glanced at Kylie and, after confirming that she was still asleep, he brought the panties to his face, took a deep sniff at her crotch, and smiled. It was unlike anything he'd ever smelt before. It was sweet, musky, and completely indescribable. He took a tentative taste and was happy to find that it tasted even better than it smelled.

Somebody knocked on the door suddenly, and Cliff jumped. He let the panties drop to the floor, and he called to the door, "Go away. No service needed!"

Not only did the knocking not stop, but it got louder and faster.

Cliff scowled. This hotel had a five-star rating. If he wanted privacy, he should have privacy.

"This is not room service!" Ethan shouted as he kicked the door down. He stepped into the room, and a hoard of press followed behind him.

Cliff's hair was still wet from his shower. Drops of water were trickling off of his hair, and as the cameras took their pictures, he felt terribly exposed. "Cliff," one of the reporters called, "it's said that you have a special relationship with Kylie Finch. Is it true?"

Another tried to look past Cliff and Ethan. He said, "Isn't that Kylie Finch in your room?"

"Today's the opening ceremony of Director Miller's film," the first reporter said. "Why have you chosen to announce your relationship with Kylie Finch now? Is this a publicity stunt, or have you had a special relationship with Kylie Finch since the Tea Maiden concluded?"

Cliff looked at them anxiously. The reporters still hadn't spotted Kylie, so he still had time to get them out – but he didn't know how best to use that time. Furthermore, the minute the media saw them together, they would be doomed. Facing these questions, Cliff felt cornered.

Cliff stepped back slowly in an attempt to get back to Kylie and increase the amount of space between them and the press. Apparently, though, the reporters had the same idea; as he stepped back, they stepped forward. Up until now, Cliff had been open about any relationships that he'd been in. Thus, if they discovered that there was something between him and Kylie, it would be a big deal.

Cliff put his hand in front of his face and said, "I'm sorry, but I have nothing to say."

Up until now, Ethan had said nothing. From what he could see, Ethan had been assessing the situation. Finally, he stepped in between Cliff and the reporters. He looked at them and shouted in their face: "This is not your room. You have no right to be here. Get out of here! All of you! Get out!"

When Ethan was in a rage, his voice could be quite intimidating. Seeing the expression on his face and hearing the tone in his voice, many of the reporters shuffled away. A few refused to leave, though. They looked at Ethan and said, "This is an important interview. We can't leave now. The public has a right to know."

Ethan scowled and asked the one reporter what station he worked for. The reporter swallowed hard and he said," I work for the Entertainment News."

The reporter watched in fear and awe as Ethan dialed the number for his station, explained the situation, and passed him the phone. It was the president of the Entertainment News on the other end of the line. He said, "Back off," and then he passed the phone back to Ethan.

The reporter's face turned a sickly pale shade of green as he apologized and slowly backed out of the room.

On his way out, the reporter looked down and realized that he had urinated in his trousers. A few of the reporters snickered, but he looked at them unashamedly and said, "If I were you, I would get out while the going's good. This guy has more power than any of us realized.

One experienced female reporter stepped forward and said, "We promise to stay quiet and never bother your business, provided we are allowed to stay."

Ethan gave her an indifferent glance, and then he turned and walked in the direction of the bed. Elliot, meanwhile, guarded the door and kept an eye on the reporters.