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"You bastard" the blond woman in a skimpy nightdress standing at the head of the king—sized bed threw her heels at the young handsome black—haired man wearing only black jeans across the room to which he dodged.

The room is lightly dimed with just the two lamps at each of the bedside tables, giving light to the room. Well, it could be because of the dark theme that surrounds the room.

The bed is covered with a black—colored comforter and a white bedspread, the headboard is the same color as the comforter, including the curtains, and other cushions in the room.

"Angela, look we can talk about this, just stop thro—" he was interrupted by the lamp that crashed just inches to his face.

He looked to his side and back at her with eyes wide open.

That pissed him off, 'what the hell is wrong with her?' he asks himself, but he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath in and out to stop himself from being angry because getting angry will make the woman across him angrier and he with his experience with the female gender, he knows not to provoke an already angry woman.

"My name isn't Angela you prick" she screamed, throwing a pen his way to which he caught.

She was breathing hard as she looked for what next to throw at him.

"Okay, Natalie le——" he stopped because this time her second heel met with his face.

Now he is furious.

"Prevail, my name is Prevail you bas—" she stooped when she saw the angry man coming towards her.

She didn't have the time to escape because he was already in front of her, he held her both arms painfully tight.

"I said we will settle this Prevail, am I clear?" he asked and she nodded quickly for fear of what he could do to her.

He let go of her hand, pushed her to the bed, and took his wallet from the bedside table, took a stack of money, and threw it at her.

"Here is your pay, now get lost," He tells her.

She immediately gathered the money, her clothes and shoes then scurry away from his room.

He sat on the bed and put his face in his palm, sighing deeply. He sometimes wonders if women don't understand the meaning of a one—night stand, no string attached or so.

"Never sleep with a whore in your apartment, it always turns out bad" he mutters under his breath and lies on the bed.

'At least she isn't as crazy as the last one' he thought to himself.

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Dimitri Miguel Lorenzo, the second and only son of Donald Lorenzo a Spanish business mogul, and Patricia Lorenzo a former British hairstylist and makeup artist now turned businesswoman, he is New York City's most eligible bachelor/playboy.

The Lorenzos have a wide chain of businesses from Hotels to restaurants to beauty salons, clothing lines, shipping, and many more running back home in Spain, here in New York, in other states in the US, and in many countries in other parts of the world.

The handsome man with his shades on top of his head is seated with his best friend Aiden Cameron Stuart in Dimitri's Patio that is located in between the pool and the gazebo.

He is wearing a color stripe vest with brown khaki shorts and slippers, Aide has the same clothes on but he is wearing a cream khaki.

Aiden's blond hair is quite messy with him running his fingers through it constantly, he has a sexy five o'clock shadow. The green—eyed man has his shades on while he sips his coconut juice.

Dimitri enjoys hanging out with family and friends, they are his priority, then business, and lastly...Women.

"Be glad she took the money and didn't react as bad as the other girl, what's her name again? Hayley?" His best friend Aiden said.

"Eunice, I guess," Dimitri said checking his face on the hand mirror he was holding, "I told her we can settle it but she still went ahead to throw the shoe at me"

He had a bad purple color on his cheek, he flexed his jaw to check if something was broken.

"Is it that bad?" he asked.

Aiden laughed. "Uh.. not really and settle what? If I may ask"

"I can't remember, but whatever that made her throw things at me, I didn't want to anger her more because"

"Making an already angry woman angry when you just slept with her in your apartment is absolutely a bad idea," they both say together.

"It is plaining stupid" Aiden added.

"Sleep with them, pay them and move to the next, no string attached," Dimitri says.

"Women are beautiful creatures, why not appreciate their beauty, eh Dimitri?"

"You are totally correct bro"