Page 128 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Girlfriends, Leo. Not hookups. Not people you're dating just to fuck. I mean people who you've introduced to your family. People who know something deeper than surface level about you."

"Grace has met the family."

"That doesn't count. She met the family before you guys started sleeping together."

Leo stops his scan of the crowd. "Grace and I haven't slept together."

"What?"

"She didn't tell you?"

I search until I find her, my sights settling on my best friend, who never mentioned to me that she and Leo weren't fucking. I feel like that's important information that could have been brought up at some point.

"Huh. That's interesting." Leo adjusts his suit jacket. "Yeah, we aren't. Not for lack of trying. At first, our schedules didn't allow for it. Now we've just sort of become friends who attend events with each other. Don't get me wrong, Grace is wicked sexy. I'd have sex with her right now if she wanted to go fuck in a coat closet."

I fold my arms over my chest, my bracelet almost catching on my dress. "And you're okay with this?"

Leo shrugs. "We've talked about it. We aren't exclusive. We can see other people."

"How very mature of you." I never would have assumed Leo would be the communicable type. He's an arrogant asshole, and somehow the most mature out of all the Sin brothers.

Leo raises his brows at me. "I mean, if you want to upgrade brothers, let me know. I'm sure Grace wouldn't mind."

I shove him again, this time a bit harder than before. "Shut up. You're disgusting."

He brushes off where I hit him.

"You aren't the brother I'd trade for, anyway," I tease him, knowing damn well I wouldn't mess with any of the others. Seven is crazy, and August and Ivy have an unspoken thing going on that I'm not sure if either of them is aware of. They're supposedly siblings but they have chemistry like they're secret lovers.

Leo gasps and holds his hand to his chest. "You hurt me, London." He presses his finger to his chin. "Let me guess, August. You have a daddy kink, don't you?"

"Please. He's, like, thirty-something."

"I believe big brother is thirty-six. And you're what, twenty?"

"Twenty-four, get it right."

"That's a pretty big age gap."

"Aren't you two the same age?" I ask him, despite being well aware that Leo is a few years younger. I just like giving him shit and doing anything I can to injure his ego.

"That's fucked up, London. I'm thirty-two. Arch is barely two years younger. You’re hurting my ego." He pauses and continues. "Wait a minute, you're telling me you'd go for Seven over me?"

"What can I say, I have a thing for bad boys, and for the record, I think your ego will be just fine." I survey the crowd, attempting to find someone to distract me from thinking about Archer. I'm having a good time chatting with Leo, but he's still his brother and that will never go away.

"Archer is a bad boy…Seven, he's a psycho." Leo sighs like he's holding back something he isn't willing to say.

"What's with that? Has he always been that way?"

Leo nods. "Yeah. It's gotten worse over time, though." He clears his throat. "Enough about my family. Let's dance." He holds out his hand to me and starts walking backward to the dance floor where only a few people are dancing. He wiggles his finger upward to entice me and I shake my head at him. "Aw, come on. Don't leave a guy hanging."

Reluctantly, I go after him, because what other choice do I have? Sure, I could get another drink from the bar and drown my sorrows until I forget about Archer, but there's no telling if the alcohol would make things worse.

Leo latches onto my hand, spinning me into his chest. I slam against him with a thud and we both laugh.

"One dance, then another drink, deal?" I say to him, intending to get a drink regardless of what he has to say.

"Deal." Leo twirls me again, this time away from him, and puts his hand on my waist, leading me beautifully.

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