Dorian
Dorian was furious.
She had rejected him—and then left him standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. The only thing he wanted now was to catch up to her, throw her over his shoulder, and take her home. But instead, he decided to talk to Sam.
At the bar, he ordered another whiskey.
“Your little fish slipped the hook?” Sam asked.
“No. I decided to let her chat with her friends for a while. Coming here was a mistake.”
“Oh, come on. Take a page from her book—sit and talk with your old friend for once. Been a while since we’ve done this.”
“Yeah… maybe you’re right.”
“So, how’s the power transfer going? Can I congratulate you yet, or not?”
“More yes than no. But my father’s been acting… strange. First, he offers to hand me everything, and then today I get the feeling he’s
