Page 78 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"You have no idea how much better I feel," London says while coming into the kitchen.

I drop the pile behind the trash and shut the pantry door. "I bet," I tell her and avoid eye contact as I make my way over to the cabinet where I keep my liquor. "What kind of drink did you want?" I open the door and scan the options. Tequila, vodka, whiskey, and rum are at the front, concealing pretty much everything else needed to make just about any mixed drink. Even a few bottles of wine I had picked up here and there and tucked in along the side. I glance over my shoulder. "Or did you want to go out for a drink?"

"Staying in is fine." London settles on a stool at the island. "Let's start with tequila."

I grab the bottle, put a few ice cubes into two small glasses, and make my way over to her.

She takes them from me, pouring some of the liquid into both, more in one than the other. She pushes the fuller one toward me.

"Trying to get me drunk?" I ask her and take it anyway.

"Maybe." London raises her glass. "To starting over."

"I can cheers to that." I clink my glass against hers and we down the tequila, the warmth of it flowing down my chest.

"We should play a drinking game," London says.

I lick the remains of the tequila off my lips. "That sounds dangerous."

"Are you afraid?" London refills our drinks, making sure to fill mine a bit higher.

"No. Are you?"

"I'm the one who suggested it." London crosses her legs and teeters a bit like she isn't quite used to not having that bulky cast off yet.

"What are the rules?"

"Truth or drink," she says. "A question is asked. You can either answer it or drink."

"What happened to dare?"

"That usually follows." She winks at me and it's everything I can do not to react. "So what do you say, will you play with me?"

I down the tequila in my cup and wipe my mouth. "Why not?"

London smiles and I hate the way it warms my chest more than the tequila. How is it possible to both not be able to stand someone and want them at the same time?

"But," I interject. "We need sustenance. What do you want to eat?"

"What do you think I want to eat?"

I stare at her for a long moment. "Do you think I can read your mind?"

"Can you?"

"You want lo mein and veggie egg rolls."

Her smile widens. "See, you can!"

I shake my head, pull out my phone, and place an order for entirely too much food, but when drinking is involved, it's better safe than sorry. Once I'm finished, I get us both large glasses of water and slide onto a chair at the island, one between us.

"You are so boring," London says while taking a sip of her water.

"You'll thank me tomorrow when your head isn't violently pounding."

"Who said my head isn't always violently pounding?" London turns toward me. "Okay, I'll go first. Hmm. Oh, I've got it. Why are you so grumpy?"

I scowl. "I'm not grumpy."

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