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problem. “S-see. Wh-what had h-happened was…D-Delicious and I—”
    â€œDELICIOUS? You’re dumping me at the altar for some trick named Delicious? Have you lost your damn mind?”
    â€œWHAT?” her father continued to thunder. “Give me that phone.”
    Before Victoria could really unload on her second-rate Urkel-wannabe fiancé, her father successfully grabbed the phone from her.
    â€œNOW, LOOK HERE, MARCUS! Clearly you’ve either had too much to drink or you’ve smoked something that has cooked your brain. You must have forgotten who you’re dealing with. From now until you’re six feet under, I will take great pleasure in personally destroying you. Do you hear me, young man?”
    Trembling with anger and humiliation, Victoria turned and stormed out of the master bedroom and went in search of a good stiff drink—or a whole bottle. At this point, it didn’t matter.
    The twins and her mother shuffled behind her. Each of them told her to calm down and tried to assure her that everything was going to be all right, while her father continued to rant and rave into the phone. Three quick shots of Jack Daniels later, her nerves started to settle down, but her fury was just getting started.

Chapter 4
    One week later…
    Q uentin Dewayne Hinton was rocking Eamon’s last nerve. This simple babysitting project was backfiring more rapidly than he’d anticipated. Sure, he knew that his older cousin was a spoiled rich kid, but he was unprepared for Q’s total disregard for reality. The man had managed to arrange his life to be one giant party. Since he’d arrived, he’d basically hired most of The Dollhouse’s dancers to perform at his over-the-top private parties on the top floor of the Bellagio. Who in the hell rents the entire top floor of a casino?
    Now Eamon was up to his ears with complaints from customers, because he didn’t have enough women working the floor or the upcoming slew of bachelor parties. And where were his two brothers? Apparently nowhere since they were clearly dodging the fifty calls he made to each of them a day.
    â€œI know that you’re screening your calls,” Eamon barked into the phone. “Call me back!” He slammed the phone down and then ground his back teeth together until he swore that he could taste powder.
    Knock! Knock!
    â€œWhat do you want?” he barked and then immediately regretted it.
    The door slowly cracked open, but then just enough for Hayley to stick her head through. “Sorry to disturb you, but we have all the new girls ready to audition.”
    â€œYou have their applications and had them fill out the questionnaires?” he asked.
    Hayley bobbed her head and tried to flash a smile.
    Sighing, Eamon climbed out of his chair and headed toward the door. “I guess the faster I do this, the faster it’ll all be over with.”
    Hayley handed him a thick folder and then patted him on the arm. “See. That’s the spirit, Boy Toy.”
    The meek smile that he was trying to force died as he cut her a look.
    She just laughed.
    The permanent marker that had been used on him at the Hendersons’ bachelor party had been scrubbed with everything from soap, alcohol, makeup remover and at one point a few cotton balls of bleach. The lettering had faded significantly, but if anyone was to look real close, they would still be able to make out the words.
    â€œIt’s not funny,” he grumbled when Hayley’s laughter refused to die out.
    â€œI think that depends on who you ask,” she volleyed back.
    Sighing, Eamon picked up his pace. He had enough of everyone’s cackling.
    It being just a little past noon, there were just a fewpeople scattered about cleaning and stocking up the club. At the main stage in the center of the club were approximately fifty new girls, ready to audition. At first glance, the women were all very beautiful and their dancing