Page 48 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

London stands there, panting, her arms outreached, still lingering on my body. "Fuck," she whispers.

"That…" I swallow harshly, the burning remains of her mouth on mine replaying over and over in my head. "That was a mistake. I shouldn't have…"

London drops her arms, recoiling into herself as she takes a step back. "Yeah, you're right." She pats down her hair and wipes at her lips. "That was stupid." Her gaze trails my body, no doubt noticing the bulge in my boxers. "That can never happen again."

"Never," I repeat, my head knowing damn well that she's right, my cock not so much in agreement.

London and I would never work. We're like fire and air, the two of us resulting in nothing but an explosion that would ruin us both. Not to mention it would make our living arrangement hell. Everything she does drives me insane, and I'm certain she feels the same way.

"Your boner is telling me otherwise," London says, that familiar sarcastic tone of hers returning.

I adjust my dick and turn my back, going to my dresser and locating the sweatpants I was searching for to begin with. "I just kissed a hot girl, what do you expect?"

"You think I'm hot?"

"Don't get any ideas," I tell her and slide into the sweatpants, adjusting the waistband. "This would never work."

"Because of your face." London leans against the wall, her gaze glued to me.

"What's wrong with my face?"

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look like shit."

"You looked like shit a week ago." I eye the entrance of my bedroom and wish I could slip through it to be alone with my thoughts.

"Wow, rude much?" She pauses then adds, "I'm still mad at you, by the way."

"What's new?" I hold my breath and walk by her, not releasing it until I'm on the other side.

I wasn't lying when I said kissing her was a mistake and that it can never happen again, but it's going to take a minute for the rest of me to catch up to that unfortunate reality.

Chapter 15

London

"What do you mean you two kissed?" Grace says louder than I'd prefer her to. "Give me every juicy detail."

"A girl doesn't kiss and tell." I play coy and sip my latte, returning it to the table in the coffee shop and pretending like I'm not going to tell her everything.

It's been two days since that wild evening with Archer's family, and my lips have never felt lonelier. It would be cliché to say it was the best kiss of my entire life, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't.

I can't stand Archer, but something about it makes me want him more. How can something so wrong feel so right?

"You just told me you kissed!" Grace shoves me playfully. "Now, spill."

"I confronted him about the conversation between him and Ivy."

Grace gasps. "You didn't?"

I nod. "Yep. Well, kind of. I mean, I made it clear I knew. Brought up all the highlights."

"Shit, London, I'm sorry." She winces and fidgets with her coffee. "Then what happened?"

"We were standing there in his bedroom; he had just gotten out of the shower. He still had little water droplets all over him, and he came strutting in with only a towelbarelywrapped around his waist." I get lost in the mental image for an embarrassing second. "Anyway, we started arguing, each one of us somehow getting closer to the other with every single jab, and the next thing I know, Archer's got his tongue down my throat and we're making out."

Grace's hazel eyes go wide. "Oh. My. God. That's so hot. He was practically naked."

"I mean, he was for a minute."

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