Page 124 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Isn't it a conflict of interest? You dating Leo, a known criminal."

"Meh. It is what it is."

"You're only doing it to make Seven jealous, aren't you?"

Her mouth drops open and I almost applaud her acting skills. She'll never willingly admit she has a thing for Seven, but I can't say I blame her. He's a fucking lunatic. Leo is gorgeous, and much better suited for her, considering he has some semblance of human decency. But there's no denying her chemistry with Seven, even if she refuses to acknowledge it.

She smirks while refilling our glasses, my head swimming with the wine buzz. "What are you going to do?"

"What should I do?"

"Well, you could confront him, or not. If you confront him, you get the satisfaction of arguing with him, which I know you absolutely love. If you don't, you deny yourself of that but will probably drive him crazier than if you said anything at all. Iguess it depends on what your gut is telling you. Both are viable options."

I want to let it go, to allow him to stew in the mystery of my nonresponse, but I don't know if I have the self-control not to march over there and rip into him for breaking in here. Sure, it was thoughtful, that much is true. And now I have something to wear, along with some of the most beautiful accessories I ever could have imagined. I love everything he picked out, I just wish he would have given me a choice in the matter, or maybe a heads-up before he broke into my apartment. He might mean well but it was an invasion of my privacy and I'm not sure how that makes me feel.

Slipping off my chair, I chug my wine and wipe the droplet that rolls down my chin. I leave the empty glass on the counter and turn to Grace. "I'm going over there."

"Oh, like now?" Her eyes widen and she follows suit, drinking her wine and following me over to the door, not daring to convince me to stay put and think through what I'm about to do.

We're out of my apartment in a flash, storming over to his door, Grace hanging back as I pound my fist against the hard surface.

It takes twenty whole seconds before Archer opens up, barely cracking it as if he's hiding something inside. I hate the jealousy that arises at the idea that it might be another woman. Was he able to move on that quickly? Even after buying me all that expensive shit?

"London," he says, a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Archer." I try to look past him, to see into his apartment, but he keeps it blocked with his wide frame and tall stature.

"What do you want?" His gaze darts from me to Grace, who remains firmly behind me, her arms crossed over her chest. "Grace." He nods at her.

"Grace?" a voice calls out from farther within his place, the person attached to it gripping and pulling the door open to reveal the rest of the Sin family. Seven pushes past Archer, throwing his arm over Grace's shoulders and tugging her close.

"Ugh, gross. You reek of booze, Seven." She attempts to shrug him off but he keeps ahold of her.

Archer sighs and steadies his attention on me. "See what you've done?"

"What I've done?" I glare at him. "I think we should talk about whatyou'vedone."

"Have you been drinking?" he asks me and leans closer, sniffing my breath. "What the fuck, London? Are you drunk?"

"Get out of my face, Archer. You don't get to have a say in my life." I back away from him, stumbling over my own feet.

He reaches out to steady me, his touch warm and firm. I hate that I enjoy it more than I expected I would. I'm supposed to hate him, not want his skin on mine. But I guess just like Grace and Seven, we can't help who we're attracted to.

Maybe I should try Leo out and see if it will distract me from Archer. I wouldn't mind dating the playboy brother if it meant getting over the grumpy one.

"Get inside." Archer guides me into his apartment and I don't bother convincing him otherwise. "You need to sober up."

"You need to sober up."

"Good one." Archer shuts the door behind Seven and Grace, Seven's arm still slung around her shoulders.

She pokes him in the side, causing him to flinch and break his hold on her.

"What's going on here?" Leo comes over, putting his hand on Grace's lower back, asserting his dominance over Seven, a dangerous territory I'm surprised he's willing to explore.

Leo might be dangerous but Seven has made it clear he doesn't care who it is, family or not, he'd kill them for crossing him.

Grace melts into Leo, hugging his torso and kissing his cheek. Aesthetically, they look damn good together, and if they reproduced, their babies would no doubt be supermodels straight from the womb, every diaper brand desperate to get their faces plastered on the side of a diaper box. But they're almost too pretty, like if you stared too long, you'd lose your eyesight, as if you were staring into the blazing sun.

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