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barely there clothing, snapped her eyes to Sunny, and a bitchy smile covered her perfectly painted lips. “Baby, you promised.”
    God, her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Sunny looked into London’s face again, saw him watching her intently, and felt the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. She had been a fool to think she could come here tonight on the pretense that this was just a friendship. It was awkward and uncomfortable having his lifestyle thrust right in her face, but she had no one to blame but herself.
    “I didn’t think you were coming.” His voice was deep, and when he pushed the brunette’s hands off of him and moved toward her Sunny took one step back. There was still conversation right behind her, so fortunately the guys weren’t watching this weird exchange. Her reaction, and the jealousy over this encounter, was ludicrous, because really, what did she think was going to happen between them? Did she think they would share some kind of intimate moment tonight, reveal how they cared so much for each other? Yeah, she was living in a dream world.
    “London.” There was that whiney ass voice again.
    “Missy, cut the shit.” London speared the dark haired girl with a scathing look, but Sunny had to give the girl credit for not backing down. That look alone could send lesser men to their knees, but she just pushed her chest out and flared her nostrils.
    “Fine.” She slid her gaze over to Sunny. “If you want something out of the bargain bin, then have at it.” The cut of her words was superficial, and Sunny gave her no reaction. She had heard plenty, and if this bitch thought she was going to intimidate her then all that silicone in her chest went up to her brain.
    “Just get the fuck out of here, Missy.” London sounded tired and exasperated. Missy huffed something else out and turned to go back to where the other guys were. “I’m sorry about her.” Sunny stared at him. She was angry at herself for how she felt, how she let him make her feel, and how she had actually come over here when deep down she had known better. He pulled out his phone, and his brows furrowed. “Shit, battery’s dead and didn’t even realize.”
    He put his phone back in his pocket and looked at her. It was then, as she watched the subtle movements in him, that she realized London was drunk. His eyes were glossy, and he kept leaning to the side slightly. How had she missed that initially? Oh, yeah, because she had gone all girly just seeing him, and all brain activity had left her.
    “Uh.” She didn’t know what to say. She had never see London intoxicated, because normally all the guys were on strict diets and regimens for when they trained.
    “I’m glad you came.”
    “Seems like I might have been about to interrupt something.” Clamping her mouth shut, she immediately regretted saying anything. This wasn’t her business, and London certainly wasn’t either. Her jealousy was unjust, and she felt like a bitch. For several long seconds he didn’t say anything. “Listen, I’m sorry. That really isn’t my business, and I should never have said that.” She offered him a smile, but he looked uncomfortable, and that was a sight she had never seen from London. He always seemed so in charge, so sure of the situation, but he almost looked like being around her was painful.
    “You want something to drink?” He changed the conversation smoothly, and she was thankful. Really she should have just kept right on walking down the hallway and out the front door, but instead she was letting her body dictate her next move.
    “Yeah, sure.” She offered him another smile and felt relief when he reciprocated the act. She followed him into the kitchen and couldn’t help but stare at the way his back muscles moved underneath his thin t-shirt. They ended up in the kitchen, and he grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, took a bottle opener to the cap of one of them, and handed it to her. He opened his