Love, Lust & Lies (season one)✔️

S1E7

ETHAN VAN RUSSELL-Trouble Wherever He Goes

He knew the minute he went to his office to get some work done, his brother would give him the third degree. So after the Van Russell private jet landed in Midtown, he stopped home first. He still lived in the family mansion he grew up in, but it was so enormous he had his own wing. He was away for nearly two months without a word to anyone. Not that they cared about him. Not his father, not his brother, not even his children.

He did not care. He did not want them. Sasha wanted children so she made sure she got pregnant. He was always super horny back then and Sasha was the type of woman you did not say no to. The only two things they had in common were fucking and money.

They divorced nine years ago.

Chrissy clung to her mother since day one, though she was nothing like the fiery Sasha. Ethan Jr., or Ejay as he was called, was super smart like him, with none of the charm, just awkward. There was no better way to describe his only son.

Well, his only son that everyone knew about.

Twelve years ago, he had another son from one of his numerous affairs while he was married. The bitch tricked him so now he had a bastard son. To appease her, he paid her off, she moved out of Midtown and he never saw his son before.

Ethan got along fine with his stepmother. She was the mother he never had. Yes, even his mother was not much of a mother. Nannies and housekeeping staff raised him more than she ever did. An alcoholic and an addict, she overdosed when he was ten. No one understood him is all. He was smarter than the average Joe and had the mind of a genius.

Which he could use for good or bad.

"Ethan!" Doreen said when he entered the kitchen where she was with the Van Russell's private chef instructing him on what to cook.

"Hey Doreen, how's my girl," he said, hugging her.

"Making your favorite. I must have had a feeling you would be here."

"Mmm, tagliolini with white truffles? I missed home cooking." Their chef was Italian and he flew in his white truffles straight from Italy and made this dish once a month.

"Would have been nice to know where you were."

"You know how I am, I like to be out there enjoying life."

"You have responsibilities here."

"I know," he said, heading into the dining room with the chef behind him with a plate of food. "That's why I'm back."

$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Ethan finished his meal just as his brats stormed in.

"Dad!" Chrissy said, running over to him and throwing her arms around him. "Where have you been?"

"Just doing some soul searching."

"Soul searching? Yeah, right! What's her name, dad?"

Carmen something or another, but he was not about to get into those details with his daughter. He met Carmen, once the private jet landed in Hawaii. The Van Russells owned a private resort there and he liked to go there often to get away. Carmen worked at the resort and saw dollar signs. She stayed with him for a week till he got bored with her. He ditched her and found Janessa, a beautiful young Afro-Latina who was an exotic dancer for a living.

He took Janessa away with him to Anguilla and then St. Lucia where they made love all over the beaches. She could do things with her body that intensified sex, but talking with her was like talking to a brick wall. He bored of her quickly and he left her in Puerto Rico and went to Spain.