Page 131 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Oh, you know, the same."

"Can you two be any more vague?" I scan the floor for Mystery Girl again, the music picking up and playing a faster-paced ballad. I chug my drink, shoving my glass toward Leo. "Here." I shift my attention to Blake, grabbing his hand and guiding him away. "Let's dance."

"London, don't you—" Leo gets out but it's too late, I've already made my mind up, and even though he claims there's nothing serious going on between him and Grace, he isn't willing to ruin her night by making a scene.

"I thought you'd never ask." Blake grins and spins me into him, his chest broad and strong. His hand finds my waist and he guides us farther into the crowd and I'm grateful that Leo disappears from my line of sight with his judgmental glare. He was helping me hunt for a distraction, what's wrong with Blake? He seems like a perfectly suitable choice.

"Are you married?" I ask him, the question so out of line.

He chuckles and continues dancing, not for a second hesitating. "No. I am not married. Are you?"

"I am not."

Blake tilts his head in the direction we came. "And Leo Sin, are you two dating?"

This time it's my turn to laugh. "No. He's dating my best friend, Grace."

He raises a brow. "Grace McCallister, as in, the senator's daughter?"

"I'd argue that she's much more than the senator’s daughter."

"Oh, my apologies. How dare I assume." He extends his hand, twirling me around and back to him. "Interesting friends you keep."

"What about you? You come here alone? Where are your friends?"

"I have friends all over." He leans in close. "Maybe you'll be one of them."

A chill runs up my spine and I can't decipher whether it was poorly timed with him saying that or if my intuition is trying to tell me something. The alcohol coursing through me can't be bothered, not when my mind is finally distracted.

"Are you always vague?" I hold on to him, his body swaying with mine, everything about us in sync with each other.

Blake stares down at me, something about it reminding me of Archer, my brain not wanting to let it fucking rest. "What do you want to know, love?"

"How do you know Leo?"

"We're business associates."

"Why are you here tonight?"

"To support a great charity."

"What did you eat for dinner?"

"Steak and lobster."

"How many people have you killed?"

"I stopped counting." The words are out of his mouth before he can take them back, his grip on me tightening, his expression darkening. "That was a joke, obviously."

"Obviously," I scoff and keep dancing, because what other choice do I have? I could push him away, cause a scene, or finish the song and part ways. I have to act unbothered and pretend like he didn't just admit to being a murderer. I'm no stranger to killers, but I prefer to know mine a bit more so I can determine whether I'll be added to that list.

But I don't get a chance to finish the song, and neither does he, because something catches my attention from behind him. I settle my gaze on Archer fucking Sin barreling toward us like he might slaughter everyone in this place.

My mouth drops open and I freeze in place, unsure of what to do. I don't want to ruin Grace's night, but all I see is Archer and his hands balled into fists.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," Archer says through gritted teeth, putting his hand between me and Blake, breaking us apart.

Blake matches his energy. "Don't touch me, Archer."

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