Mr. President:A Billionaire & Virgin Fake Fiance Romance(202)

And that's where on the right hand side of the screen, Brittney's  on-camera avatar starts altering. Her face morphs into that of a rat,  with whiskers. Her skin starts to become scaly and green. Her eyes  become slits. Roaches start coming out of her mouth.

In the audience people are visibly upset and shaking at what they're  seeing on one half of the giant 40-foot projection screen. People are  visibly turning white.

On the other half, Brittney proceeds to start sucking and the user's  body spasms as he finds himself not caring about the crowd and starts  stroking his cock through his pants on national television.

On the right hand side, Wicked Wear is starting to scare it's users as  Brittney starts speaking with the voice of a demon, "Porn is bad,"  she/he hisses. "I'm going to bite and eat your dick!"

Apparently this is even too much for the user who rips off his glasses and throws them on stage and stomps on them!

That picture-the user stomping on a Wicked Wear set of glasses is  priceless. The split screen is frozen with a picture of a  demon-rat-faced-snake-bodied Brittney looking out at the audience and  the words ‘System Failure' flashing on screen.

"Well!" the announcer adds, clearly stunned at what happened. "I think  we know who the real winner in this matchup is. And which company to  never, ever buy adult entertainment from again!"

A technician manages to unplug the 40-foot screen from both devices as  they go dark. The Illicit Escape user is still rocking back and forth  and spasming when they reach over to take the glasses off. At first,  he's upset but the announcer comes up to him.

"How would you rate it?" he asks.

The user is breathing heavily as the cameras zoom in. He's at a loss for words. All I hear is him say, "So real … "

That's when the cheers erupt from the audience at the ringing endorsement.

Brittney turns toward me.

"What's going on?" she asks me, her eyes narrowing. "How did … what just … what's going on?"

I love it.

"That," I say to the screen and pause. "Is what happens when people try to fucking play Ethan Kane."





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"That," Ethan says, pointing to the screen and looking at me. "Is what happens when people try to fucking play Ethan Kane."

Oh my God.

What is he talking about?

But Ethan doesn't say anything else. He reaches over to the tablet on  the coffee table and pushes some buttons and turns it toward me.

I get up, my knees on the couch supporting me.

I squint. It's closed circuit television and it takes me a minute to realize …

Oh. My. God.

It's Ethan's office.

And that's me. At his computer.

"Walter, his terminal looks similar to what we went through, but I'm  going to need you to walk me through it," I hear myself saying on the  video.

I don't know about you, hun, but I'm starting to get really worried  every time I see myself on a screen. First it was whatever went on in  Times Square. Taking a glance at the television, which is on mute right  now; the crowds are chanting and celebrating and cheering and lining up  to buy Illicit Escapes. Wicked Wear is most likely out of this market  for a very, very long time.

It's almost as if this whole thing were …

"Planned?" Ethan asks me, and I snap out of my reverie.

"That's what you're thinking, isn't it?" he asks me with a smirk.

On his tablet, I look at myself furiously clicking at the keys and talking to Walter through my earpiece.

He knew!

He knew this whole time! And yet he kept me around. He knew I was  betraying him as he made love to me. He knew my goal was to deceive him  the entire time.

"Yeah, babe," Ethan says to me. "That day I left the prototype on the table … I thought you'd take it to Simon," he tells me.

"You played me?" I ask him, all my sorrow at deceiving him starting to  melt away. "You've been fucking playing me the whole fucking time?!"

Yeah, I'm pissed. He's been lying to me the entire time. While I've been  falling in love with him and feeling sorry for deceiving him!

My hand raises up and I know where it's going.

I'm going to slap that fucking smirk off his face right now.

And I would have too, if his hand hadn't raised up and caught mine. With the strength of ten men, he pulls me closer.

"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.