It was from Ethan. He stood up straight, and then he fastened the buttons on his suit. He looked towards the house and then back at Ricky. The entire property from the curb up to the front porch was littered with paparazzi. "Spread out," he said. "You know what to do."

"Yes, sir!" Ricky replied. With the slightest wave of his hand, he summoned his crew, and within minutes they had destroyed all of the equipment that the reporters had brought with them. The reporters cursed and swore, and when they realized it would do no good, they began to skulk away.

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Two of the guards joined Ethan as he approached the house; one on either side of him and, when he reached the door, he rapped his knuckles upon it seven times. When William heard him at the door, he urgently rushed downstairs, and when he opened the door, he pretended to be surprised. "Wow!" he said. "Ethan, it is good to see you!"

In a cold and controlled tone of voice, Ethan looked at William emotionlessly and said, "Where's Kylie?"

William bit his lower lip and, with a shaky hand, pointed at the ceiling above his head. "Upstairs," he replied.

Without giving William a second thought, Ethan walked upstairs. Before he made it more than a few steps, though, William called after him. "Ethan," he shouted, "this is all a misunderstanding. You know how women can get sometimes. Maybe she is on her period or something. Please don't blame her…"

Hearing this, Ethan turned back for the briefest of seconds to glare at William, and then he carried on his way towards Kylie. Although Ethan had been wearing a poker face when he came to the door, William now noticed that his eyes were as cold as ice. Obviously, he was both irritated by the news on the internet, as well as deeply worried about Kylie.

Kylie was sitting at a vanity table and rubbing cream into her hands when Ethan walked in unannounced. "Hello," she said nonchalantly as she stood up and turned to face him. At first, she wasn't afraid of him, but when she saw the dangerous look in his eyes, she flinched away from him. "I don't know why you're here…" she added. "William and I haven't prepared anything to eat yet. If you want to hang around, though, you are more than welcome to stay for dinner!"

Ethan scowled at Kylie and looked her over from top to bottom. Kylie was wearing a men's shirt with the bottom knotted around her waist. She wore hot pants that left nothing to the imagination; a camel toe protruded where her legs met, and she seemed completely unashamed. Her feet were bare, and she was wiggling her toes anxiously.

Just then, William entered the room, and Ethan asked him why Kylie was wearing his clothes, but William looked at him with confusion in his eyes and said, "I don't know. She wasn't wearing them when I saw her last…"

Not wanting to get into any more trouble than he was already in, William turned and scurried away. After he left, Ethan shut the door, and Kylie trembled. She was afraid, and she stepped backward but, before she could actually escape him, he threw her unto the bed. Scowling, she snapped at him: "Ethan, you're a very violent man! You're scaring me…"

Ethan leaned forward and smiled. "So what?"

Kylie smelled the man's familiar sexy scent, and her heart began to beat faster. Her eyes, though, they were turning cold. "I'm your nephew's girlfriend," she hissed. "Stay away!"

"I don't care," Ethan said as he began to press his body down on hers.

Kylie tilted her head to avoid his kiss. "You could have practically any single woman that you want," she cried. "Leave me alone, please."

Ethan sneered as his charming fingers played with the buttons on Kylie's shirt. It annoyed him to see her wearing William's shirt. "I want you!" he moaned.

"You're really a masochist," Kylie shouted as she struggled to get away.

William's shirt was large on Kylie's body. Her shoulders and ample bosoms were almost completely exposed. "Your body is angelic," Ethan sighed. In his eyes, she was being shy and playing cute. It had been a long time since he'd been with her, and it took nothing more than the sight of her to turn him on.

"Nonsense!" Kylie snapped. "I am no angel. I promise you that!"

Ethan opened her shirt, and as he took her left breast in his right hand, he asked her, "Are you sure that you aren't in love with me anymore?"

"Yes," Kylie replied. "I'm sure. Don't worry about that! I know my own mind!"

Kylie couldn't move at all. Ethan had her hands pinned to her sides with his legs.

"If you aren't in love with me," Ethan replied, "prove it to me!"

"Proved it?" Kylie frowned. "How?"

Ethan leaned over and licked her right nipple. "Your body will show me the truth of how you feel," Ethan said.

Suddenly, Kylie began to cry. As much as her mind did not want to be with him, her body was already beginning to respond to him. Her nipples had gone hard. Her mouth cried out for his mouth. She could feel her pussy moistening up, hungry for his cock, and she felt pleasant tingles running up and down her body as he increased his ministrations. "No," she cried.

Kylie opened up her mouth to Ethan, and he kissed her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and sucked her tongue into his mouth – and she welcomed it. All the while, her brain continued to scream, No, no, no, no! – But all that came out of her mouth was grunts and moans.

Kylie closed her eyes and tried her best to adjust her breathing. Her neck began to turn pink, and small goosebumps broke out all over her arms and legs; and after only a few more minutes, she thrust her hips up and began to dry hump the erection that bulged inside of Ethan's jeans. Already, she had lost control of her body.

In response, Ethan began to chuckle, which caused the spell that he'd woven over Kylie to break – and in order to distract herself, she began to think about the video. Every movement in the video that she recalled was like a sharp knife that stabbed into her heart, and the pain of it replaced any pleasure that she'd been feeling.

When Ethan noticed that Kylie's passion was waning, he stopped what he was doing and frowned. He looked her in the eyes and asked her, "Do I really not turn you on anymore? Could it be that you really don't love me?"

Kylie opened her ocean-blue eyes and said, "Ethan, it is as you say. I do not love you. You'll only embarrass yourself if you continue."

When Ethan realized that Kylie meant what she'd said, he rolled off of her and stood up beside the bed. His chest felt tight, and it was hard to breathe. "What a joke," he hissed. "You will never do better than me!"

Ethan stomped across the room to the door, opened it and exited, and slammed the door behind him.