Page 167 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

Archer grins. “I guess some rules are meant to be broken.” He returns to his task but I stay focused on him.

“Tell me how you do it.”

“Do what?” His brows bunch together and because I can, I rise from my spot and walk over to him.

Before, when we were just roommates, I wouldn’t act on those impulses, those urges to be near him. At least not in an unfiltered way. Sure, I gravitated in his vicinity, but not like this.

I’m his girlfriend now, so I’m allowed to invade his personal space.

Putting my arm around his shoulder, I nod to the computer. “How did you stalk me?”

“You’re saying it like it’s past tense,” Archer scoffs and pulls me into his lap, his hand resting on my bare knee. His touch is warm and electric and sends a shock wave straight to my center.

I’ve never wanted a man as badly as I want Archer Sin—and boy am I lucky I can have him whenever I want.

“Come on,” I tell him. “Show me.”

Archer kisses the side of my head. “You really want to know?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

Archer sighs and leans forward to type a sequence of buttons I can’t quite keep track of. A bunch of screens pop up, some loading, some with code still on it, and some with camera feeds. “Traffic cameras are cake to hack into. Those are everywhere. There aren’t many dead spots in the city, so tracking someone is super simple. And most businesses have some sort of security or surveillance system that uses their Wi-Fi, which is child’s play. Once you get the hang of how to get in, it’s pretty easy. Some have audio, some are in black and white, some have color. It just varies depending on what they’re using. I haven’t come across anything I haven’t been able to hack into. Anything with a Wi-Fi connection or a camera is fair game. Cell phones, smart TVs, computers, baby monitors, you name it, I can get access to it.”

I watch in awe at the tabs displayed, wondering if there’s anything I could ever hide from Archer if he truly wanted to findit out. He already knows the worst of my secrets, I guess there isn’t anything I wouldn’t be willing to share with him.

“And…” Archer clears his throat. “Since I’m being honest right now. There are trackers on almost everything you own. Your phone, your purses, your shoes.” He swallows harshly like he’s a bit embarrassed by what he’s saying. “Some of your jewelry, too.”

I breathe in deeply, my shoulders rising with it. “Well, I mean, that explains a lot.”

“Are you mad?” He breaks his attention from the computer to look at me.

“No.” I cup his cheek in my hand, my thumb running along his skin. “But you better not be stalking any other women. I draw the line at me. I know you’re an untouchable Sin brother, but I will castrate you if you?—”

Archer cuts me off, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me in such a passionate way that I lose track of my thoughts. He breaks, resting his forehead on mine. “I don’t want anyone other than you, London, I swear. I give you my word.”

“Good.” I give him a brief peck. “What else can you hack into? Can you get me some of the money my dad had tied up with the Feds when he died?”

“Let me see.” Archer scoots us a little closer, going to work typing on the screen. It takes him two minutes to pull up five of my father’s accounts, all of them frozen.

“I can’t believe the bastard took everything with him.”

Archer lets out a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, little tornado, I’ve got this.”

Ten minutes later, Archer has managed to pull all but a tiny amount of money out of each of the accounts, rerouting it to various offshore accounts and finally depositing it into another, totaling over twenty-three million dollars.

I blink at the screen, not quite following completely. “What did you just do?”

“I got you the money.” He says it so matter-of-fact, like he expects me to understand what he just did. “Long story short, I ran his money through a few different businesses to legitimize it, made a fake will, put everything as payable to you upon death, and put it in an account with your name on it. It’s yours now, legally. And because of the way I set it up, there are no state or federal taxes that need to be paid.”

My mouth drops open at the zeros staring at me in my new bank account. “Holy shit, I have never been more attracted to you in my entire life.”

“Yeah?” Archer squeezes my thigh and grins. “It’s just twenty million, though, I can give you more.”

“Shut up and kiss me, big boy.” I shake my head and smile at him before crashing my mouth onto his, his tongue parting my lips.

He snakes his hand farther up my thigh and under my skirt. My legs part, desperate for him to keep going.

Archer doesn’t stop. He keeps inching closer and closer until the tip of his finger hooks under my panties and is sliding over my wetness.

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