My Incubus Chose Her, So I Chose Someone Else

I spent a fortune custom-ordering the most beautiful incubus, only for him to refuse to let me touch him. Then I discovered that the man I had spoiled for an entire month had fallen in love with my stepsister before he was ever delivered to me. So I returned him and exchanged him for a sweet, clingy new incubus who worshipped me. By the time my former incubus realized I was the only owner who had ever truly loved him, it was too late—he had already been returned twice.