Page 60 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"Get me off this death trap," she whines.

I lift her into my arms, hop off the bike, and carefully set her on the pavement, turning my attention to the bike and pulling the key out of the ignition.

"What the fuck, Archer, I can't get this stupid thing off." London fumbles with the strap at her neck and I can barely hide the smirk on my face watching her struggle. "What's so funny?"

"Stop." I flick her fingers out of the way, unhook the strap, and hoist the helmet over her head, leaving her red hair a complete mess. "There."

London shoves her hand into my shoulder, but I don't budge. "I can't even push you, you're like a fucking statue."

I return my helmet to the bike, lock it into place, and disregard her comment.

"This way," I tell her as I walk away, leaving her behind in the garage. I glance over my shoulder once to confirm she's coming, her face scrunched and her cheeks flushed.

"Are we not going to talk about what just happened?" London marches after me.

"Can we not do this right now?"

"Then when, Archer? I mean, what the fuck, you had to ruin my date, didn't you? But why? I want to know why."

I reach the stairs leading us into the building and turn around to face her. "Because your date wasn't worthy of you."

London stops abruptly, craning her neck to look up at me. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust me." I run my hand through my hair and wish like hell this entire situation would be over.

"No." She shakes her head and puts her hand on her hip. "I won't justtrustyou. I don't know you."

I let out a sigh and return on my journey into the stairway, London grabbing my arm once we're inside.

"Damn it, Archer. You're going to have to talk to me. Tell me what the fuck is going on. You can't be an asshole and get away with it. I deserve an explanation."

I pinch my brows, my back still to her. "Do you ever shut up?"

"Make me."

"What are you, a child?"

"No, I'm a grown-ass woman who's pissed off her birthday was ruined."

I tilt my head toward her, my resolve softening. "What?"

"Yeah. And all I wanted for my birthday was to have a nice dinner, and maybe get laid. Is that so much to ask for? Living with you is unbearable, sorry I wanted a release."

I snap around, caging her against the wall in one solid motion, my hands on both sides of her head. "You wanted to fuck him?"

London swallows and keeps her gaze on mine. "Does that matter?"

"You want a release? Is that what this is about?" My breath mingles with hers and my mind runs wild at the thoughts consuming it, my cock already aching in my pants. I shouldn't feel this way, I shouldn't think these thoughts, but I can't stop myself and I don't know if I'm even trying.

"Yes," she whispers.

I look into her eyes, mine darting back and forth between them. "And you don't care who it comes from?"

She shakes her head, her breath ragged.

Without allowing my brain to catch up with my dick, I crouch in front of her, my hands hovering along her legs. "Do I have your consent?"

London bites her lip. "What are you going to do?"

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