There was a loud sound as Ken's head snapped back, and his body hit the floor. When he was able, he got up on his elbows and wiped his mouth. He looked down at the blood on the back of his hand and smiled. "You can hit me," Ken said, "but you cannot contain the fact that you have been with another woman."

Kylie looked at Ken and then at Dora. She walked to Dora, grabbed her by the sleeve, and began dragging her in the direction of the kitchen. "We need to talk alone," she said. Before they'd left the room, though, she turned to Ken and asked him to wait in the hallway outside the apartment.

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Ken struggled to his feet, and he said, "Call me if you need me."

Entering into the dining room, Kylie saw two dishes of food on the table and a bottle of red wine. She looked everything over, smiled, and said, "I haven't had dinner yet. Why don't we have dinner together?"

Before Dora could answer, Ethan came in. He looked at them and said, "Eat if you want. If you want anything special, let me know, and I will make it for you."

Hearing this, Kylie's mouth nearly dropped to the floor. He had never made such an offer for her… She couldn't believe it… Thinking quickly, she decided to pretend that it was no big deal. She turned to Dora and said, "My husband is such a great cook. Have you tried his cooking yet?"

Not wanting to be outdone by Kylie, Dora said, "I have, and it is very good. Usually, he brings a good wine to pair with it."

Kylie shrugged, and as she ate, she looked up and noticed that Dora wasn't eating. "Why don't you eat something?" she wondered.

Dora merely shrugged. She hadn't expected Kylie to show up, and now she had, and she found that she'd lost her appetite. She kept looking in Kylie's direction. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why Kylie was so calm. Feeling ballsy suddenly, she turned to Ethan and said, "I've got your room ready."

Kylie smiled. She thought that it was funny that Dora thought that Ethan would be spending the night with her. Over my dead body, she thought. Kylie turned her head around to look at Ethan, only to find that he was staring at her. "Why are you staring at me?" she wondered. "You must like what you see!"

Dora stood akimbo and scowled silently as her face turned red.

Ethan chuckled. It seemed that, somehow, their rivalry had shifted the blame away from him and towards each other. Furthermore, it was a turn on to watch them squabbling over him. He had a plate of ribs in his hand, and he placed one of them on Kylie's plate. "Your favorite," he said. "Sweet and sour ribs – enjoy!"

Kylie took a bite, and her eyes widened in surprise. God, she thought. This is delicious! After swallowing a bite of the meat, she followed it with a crisp piece of celery. Looking at the food, she felt as though she'd been set up. Everything on the table was her favorite, and she found it highly unlikely that she and Dora shared the exact same tastes in food.

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As she watched Ethan dish food onto Kylie's plate, Dora was shocked. He hadn't even offered to put any food onto her plate. Not only was she shocked, but the display made her tired and sad. This was supposed to be her special night. She wanted to cry, but she had no desire to give Kylie the satisfaction.

It was only now that she realized that everything on the table had been catered to Kylie's tastes. She didn't even like celery!

After the meal was finished, Dora cleaned up while Ethan and Kylie chatted in the living room. They sat down, and Ethan told Kylie a little bit about the apartment. It had been built ten years ago. It was well maintained. There were two bedrooms and a large living room. "When I returned," Ethan explained, "This was my first gift to Dora."

He tried to put his arm around Kylie's waist, but she pulled away.

Ethan looked at her sadly and said, "I'll give you an explanation."

"I won't listen," Kylie hissed as she made a show of covering her ears. "At this point, I have no reason to care about anything that you have to say. I came here to see what you were doing because clearly, you'd lied to me about the business trip. Now that I have my answer, I really should be on my way. Ken is waiting outside. He can send me home."

Ethan sighed, and he said, "I may stray; I am a man, and that is what men do. That is not what I am doing now, though, and you can rest assured that I will always come home to you. My whole body, including my cock, belongs to you."

Hearing this, Kylie looked at him curiously. On the one hand, she didn't like that he was cheating. On the other hand, though, she accepted his needs and was happy to know that no matter who he was with, she held the lease on his heart.

Suddenly Dora walked in but, as soon as Kylie saw her, she commanded her to get back into the kitchen. "Fuck off!" she shouted. "We're talking in here!"

Dora ignored her, though. She turned to Ethan and said. "I have a movie. Should we watch it? It has Kylie Roberts in it…"

Ethan frowned, but he did not say anything.

"I heard the production is very good," Dora continued.

"No, thank you," Ethan finally replied. "I am tired. You go ahead. Kylie and I will sleep in the guest room."

Ethan stood up and pulled Kylie to her feet. "Let's go," he said.

Dora stared at them in exasperation but, as they walked out of the living room, she found she couldn't speak. She pressed her fist to her open mouth as tears streamed down her face, but still, she remained silent.

As soon as Kylie and Ethan were alone, she demanded to know what was going on and why he'd brought her into the room. "Isn't this supposed to be your time with Dora?" she wondered.

Ethan looked at her and said, "Never mind that. I already explained that it is not what you think. You have no good reason not to stay with me."

Ethan closed the door behind them, sat on the bed, and beckoned her to come to him. Kylie looked at him, defiantly. "Do you think that it will be that easy to win me over?" she wondered, "… and to forgive you?"

Without warning, Ethan's hand stretched out, and he took hold of her arm. She tried to pull away, but his grasp was too strong. She looked at him angrily and hissed, "Let me go, you bastard. After everything you have put me through, you have no right!"

Ignoring her cries, Ethan laid back in the bed, pulled her in with him, and covered them with a quilt. "I don't want you to go," he said. "We don't have to fuck or anything. We can just talk. Either way, you may as well not resist because I am not letting you go."

As he spoke, he used his free hand to tear her shirt open at the front and undo the clasp that held her bra together. The cups fell to either side of her, and her humongous breasts happily billowed free from their confinement. Then, as he fondled her breasts, he reassured her. "I won't fuck you unless you want me to," he said.

He gave her boobs a tentative squeeze, a little harder than the first, and she moaned in discomfort. "Please," she cried, "don't hurt me…"

Ethan smiled, and he said, "I am just having a little fun. I promise that I won't hurt you."

Kylie turned around with a surprised look in her eyes. He had told her many times that he wouldn't hurt her, but this was the first time that he'd ever promised… which made her wonder if things could be different between them…

"I wasn't fucking Dora," Ethan said, out of nowhere. "She just wanted me to stay with her for a few days, as roommates – nothing more. It's the least that I could have done for her. In retrospect, I should have told you, but I didn't think that you'd understand."

"What if she asked you to have sex with her?" Kylie wondered.

"I already told you," Ethan replied as he cupped her pubic mound, "my whole body, including cock, is yours."

Kylie wriggled, and she tried to get away from him, but his grasp on her remained as hard as ever. "Please don't go," he cried. "I haven't slept properly in days. You know I can't get a proper night's sleep unless I have my one hand cupping your cunt and my other hand on your breast. Be kind. I need you."

"If that were true," Kylie snapped, "you would never have come to stay here!"

"I already told you this was a mistake," Ethan replied. "Must you punish me forever?"

Kylie glared at him and said, "Obviously, I cannot punish you forever, but it has barely been an hour since I walked in on you and Dora. Surely you can see that your punishment has barely begun. I will tell you this also; I will punish you, but, in order to settle the score, I will expect you to make reparation payments."

Ethan misunderstood the meaning of her words, and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. He increased the pressure to her pubic mound and moaned in her ear. "If it is reparation that you want," he said. "I will be more than happy to pay."

"Gross!" Kylie shouted as she pushed at him with all of her strength. "That is the last thing in the world that I want right now – get away from me!"