Page 132 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

They glare at each other, not quite drawing an excessive amount of attention toward themselves, but the kettle brews and is at risk of boiling over any second now.

Leo rushes over and grabs Archer's shoulder. "Hey, buddy, simmer down."

Archer shoves Leo, hard. "I'll deal with you later."

"Deal me with? What the fuck did I do?" Leo rubs the spot on his chest Archer hit.

"Stop it," I announce. "All of you. You're being dramatic."

"You know this guy?" Blake looks at me but points to Archer. "He your boyfriend?"

"No." I say at the same time Archer says, "Yes."

I whip my head at him. "Excuse me? You fucking wish."

"London, now is not the time or place," Archer tells me.

My eyes go wide. "Oh, it's not? You barge in here acting like some tough guy, andI'mthe problem?"

"I'll deal with you later," Archer says, the same thing he said to Leo, but this time, to me.

"You're not serious," I blurt out, ready to punch Archer for being such an asshole. I thought Leo was the arrogant brother, not Archer. "You're such a fucking child, you know that, Archer?" I glare at him before turning on my heel and storming away. They can figure their shit out themselves, it's not my problem and I won't be a part of it.

"Where are you going?" Leo calls after me.

I don't stop, I keep going, not even when I can hear footsteps trailing behind me, my fist forming and ready to land on whoever is following me out. But once I'm through the doors, I'm met with flashing lights, the camera people hungry to take photos of anyone walking out those doors. I squint and shield my eyes, marching past them and onto the sidewalk in front of the gorgeous building where Grace is hosting her gala. "Shit," I mutter, realizing I never got a chance to say goodbye. I promised her I would, that I wouldn't ghost her, but Archer and his scene sort of forced my hand. Hopefully, she'll understand that.

"London, wait." Archer reaches out and grabs my arm, causing me to halt to a stop, his grip firm. He releases me the second I'm no longer moving away from him, like I might catch him on fire.

I spin toward him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want?" It's then that I see Leo and Blake hot on Archer's heel. The two of them shove each other. "Children, all of you."

"Get your hands off of me," Blake tells Leo and pushes him aside, stopping next to Archer. "Are you okay?"

"Don't pretend like you care," I say to him. "You probably knew about me and Archer the whole time, just trying to get under his skin." I point at Leo. "And you, if you don't get back in there and support Grace, I'll hire someone to kill you."

Blake raises a brow and clears his throat.

Archer shoots him a dangerous glance. "Not a word out of you."

"Don't speak over him," I tell Archer. "You have no right."

"I don't think I should leave yet." Leo scratches his chin and motions to Archer and Blake.

"Your families have some kind of agreement, correct?" I tap the toe of my heel impatiently.

"Yes," Archer is the first to say.

"Then it's fine." I shoo Leo. "Leave. Now. Tell her I'm sorry."

Leo sighs like he's disappointed he's going to miss something and leaves us be. He collects a few photographers who are lingering and gets them to give us some privacy.

"Listen, I don't care if you two rip each other’s throats out, but I need a ride home, so who's it going to be?" I steady a glance between them, knowing damn well I'm not going to go home with Blake, but not wanting to go with Archer either. I guess I could use the cash I took from Leo to pay for a cab, but that doesn't sit well with me either. Suddenly, a chill rattles through me, the night breeze nipping my exposed skin.

"Here, you're cold." Blake unbuttons his jacket. "I can take you home."

Archer slams his arm into Blake's chest. "Over my dead body."

"Don't tempt me with a good time," Blake tells him. "You keep putting your hands on me and I'm going to make damn sure of it."

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