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Dorian untangled himself from the ball of female limbs that occupied his bed. Some nameless females he had picked up at some random bar provided the distraction he needed from the annoyances of his daily life. Truly, he didn’t know which one was worse: the sister that thought she was smarter than him or the one who wanted to monopolize him all the damn time. Walking into the bathroom, Dorian would take Beth over her sister Daphne anytime. At least with her, he knew she would do whatever he asked, and he wouldn’t have to constantly watch his back.

Women, he thought half annoyed, half amused.

As for Daphne, she was too cunning for her own good. Secretly planning to take what was his, and thinking he wouldn’t find out. Just who did she think he was? Everyone she knew, he knew. Matter of fact, he owned them. Did she really think she could pull one over on him?