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"No, I don't fucking think so, babe," he says as he pulls me to him and I  smell his cologne mixed in with his man smell and I realize that he's  won. "And yes, I fucking knew. But I had to make a decision as to what  was best for you. And for us."

He's tamed me. The Man Chaser.

He pushes me against the back of the couch and presses himself on me. His mouth finds mine.

He's rough, his hands running over my body, claiming what he's won. What he owns.

That bastard!

I'm sorry. I can't get over the fact that Ethan Kane knew this whole time.

That he let me make such a fool out of myself so he could have a laugh. Why would he do that?

This is all I can think about, but my body is already responding to his  kisses, pressing up against him and kissing back as I find the nooks and  crannies on his body and wiggle into them. My hand travels to his  crotch and I can tell he's already hard. A few good squeezes in, I let  myself feel indignant again.

No!

I need to know one thing!

Pushing him off me slightly, I look at him.

"How long did you know?" I ask him. "And did you have to decide?"

Ethan is almost about to jump me again, but I see him think better of it and sigh.

"I knew you were somehow trying to steal the device from the moment you  were in my office," he tells me. "I didn't know it was Simon till you  told me. I knew it could potentially have been Simon, but I didn't want  to rule out maybe it was someone else. Maybe you were working for Arsen  Hawke or someone else."

I'm silent as he continues. "When you didn't take the device and you  actually brought it back, I began to think that you weren't actually  trying to steal on your own, but someone was either paying you or  forcing you to do it," he says and I nod. "Which is basically what you  confirmed ten days ago."

"And then?" I ask.

"I knew that eventually if you were being forced to do this, there might  come a day where you'd have to fucking choose between yourself and us,"  he tells me, his eyes deep and soulful and even through my anger, I can  see full of love. He shrugs as he continues. "I didn't want you to have  to make that choice. So I made it for you. I prepared the Trojan Horse  script that would stay hidden and only run upon command if needed. As it  turns out, it saved us from each other."

My head is spinning, babe.

I need to sit down.

To think of what's going on.

How Ethan has just saved me from Simon. But I know you by now, and I  know you're wondering about Simon. He doesn't seem like the kind of  person that takes kindly to being made a fool of. He's definitely going  to retaliate.

All of a sudden the anger is replaced by fear.

Am I going to have to run again?

"Once you mentioned Simon, I knew exactly how he'd try to coerce you,"  Ethan tells me as he picks up his tablet and turns on the video call  option. He looks at me and smirks. "You might be interested to know that  Cheryl is in California right now."

My heart leaps up into my throat and Ethan recognizes the look.

"Yeah, don't worry," he says. "It's not that hard to figure out where  you used to live in California and that your agent was Robert McIntyre."

I don't have a chance to explain or even question because that's when Cheryl comes on the screen.

"Hey there, Cheryl," Ethan says with a cheery voice. "What's the status?"

"Robert McIntyre never got a chance to see Today USA," Cheryl says into  her phone, her expression blank. She glances at me and even across the  country, I can tell she's sizing me up. Seeing if I'm any threat to  Ethan. "He'll never catch the reruns of what happened either."         

     



 

Ethan nods. "Do I want to know why not?" he asks.

Cheryl doesn't answer. She just shakes her head.

There's a moment of silence.

I don't even know what to say. Is Cheryl saying that he's dead? Did she have something to do with this?

"Thank you so much," Ethan says and without any further ado, pushes the END button.

He looks at me.

"You're free," he says.

"Ethan?" I ask, going closer to him. The prospect of being free of  having to look over my shoulder is insane. "What happened to him?"

"Sometimes porn is still a dirty fucking business, babe," Ethan tells  me, his voice and face serious. "If we don't ask questions, we never  have to lie."

It sends a small chill. The power that this man wields.

But it makes me feel safe. Because with everything Ethan knows, and with  everything it turns out he can do, what he wants most in the world  right now … is me.

"Free," I say to him, smiling.

"Free," he repeats, pulling me closer. "It's time to fucking celebrate."

I feel his mouth approaching mine and I'm about to give in to him. To surrender to this man who seems to have tamed me.

But not so fast!

Ethan Kane has played me very well. That's for damn sure.

"Ethan, wait," I tell him, pushing against his chest with one hand. "One second."

He looks at me, puzzled.

"What's wrong?" he asks gruffly. I can tell he's ready. He needs to be  inside of me. And that makes holding him off even sweeter.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm finally free. I want to celebrate by having filthy, dirty, sex.

But I can't let him win on every single front.

"I have something to tell you as well that you don't know," I say, keeping a serious face.

He looks at me, backing up on the sofa slightly. I relish the moment.

Ethan Kane thinks he's all that, does he? Thinks he's so smart for pulling off this coup? Playing me?

Watch me make him crumble.

"I'm pregnant, Ethan," I say to him softly. And then with a smile, "We're pregnant."

It takes literally a minute for the words to go from his ears to reflect in his eyes and then his face.

He smiles brightly. Then the smile transforms into a grin and there's no  stopping him  –  his arms are wrapped around me and he's holding me  close.

He's hugging me. He's kissing me. He's kissing my neck. My earlobes. My face. My ears.

His cock is pushing into me.

"That's fucking fantastic!" he says, pulling back. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asks.

I look at him as he asks again, "Why keep it a secret?"

Really?

I roll my eyes and shrug, using his own words. "I had to make a decision as to what was best for you. And for us," I say.

He looks at me for a moment, digesting those words. And then he breaks out into a smirk.

"Alright then," he says. "It's going to be fun keeping you in line from now on."

"Right back at ya, hun," I tell him as we kiss.

Before long, his arms are pulling off my shirt and I'm undressing him.

It's time to live freely. With the man I love.

For the first day of the rest of our lives.

Well, I guess I can do that.





119





Brittney





I'm finally free. Free from Simon, free from the shadows of my past. And, better yet, I found love. And we're having a baby!

When I came to New York, ready to start a new life, I never expected I would ever be this happy. But then Ethan happened.

An hour after we just annihilated each other with the truth and realized  how much we mean to each other, we're back in Times Square, as Ethan  finishes up the press conference.

And no, it doesn't look awkward with me standing there next to him. I'm  the leading lady of the new virtual world we're creating, remember?

"Over the next several months, we'll be rolling out the product to the  widest number of people," Ethan says. "Illicit Entertainment won't rest  until an I.E. is in every home in America."

The press shout questions to him, but Ethan waves them off.

"Today was a matchup that showed that hard work and perseverance still  count for something. I had a vision, and I worked to bring it a reality.  It's now time for me to enjoy the fruits of my labor. Thank you very  much."

The press frantically try to get in a question, but Ethan's statement has been made. He's done.

"Let's get out of here," he says, grabbing my hand and leading the way.  All around us, journalists are shouting a thousand questions and trying  to get a reaction out of him, but he just ignores the chaos in the room.  He won the war against Simon, but he's not interested in gloating;  right now, there's something else on his mind. And on mine as well.

While the whole press is going insane with Simon's failure and Ethan's  triumph, we sneak through the backdoor. Ethan already has a limo waiting  for us, and smiling gallantly, he holds the door open for me.

"Where are we going?" I ask him as I get in.

"It's just a short ride," he tells me, sitting next to me. The driver  revs the engine up, and soon enough, we're cruising through NY's  traffic. I place my hand on top of his, and looking into his eyes, I  feel happiness spreading its wings inside of me. I'm the luckiest woman  on Earth.

"Thank you, Ethan," I whisper, squeezing his fingers on mine. "For everything."

"You don't need to thank me. Not now, not ever. I love you, Brittney,  and I'll tear the whole world apart before I let anyone lay a finger on  you." His tone is a calm one, but he means what he's saying. My heart  melts, and as I lean in to kiss him, the limo parks right in front of  the closest hotel, The Plaza.