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“Or I can link up with some other guy who wouldn’t know we were in a fake relationship and would expect more.”

Tate squeezed his eyes with two fingers. “Fine fake relationship it is. Because I doubt you want me going to jail for beating the shit out of some guy for kissing my woman.”

I pressed my lips against his chest. “No, I don’t.”

“You will date other females.”

“Nope, I’m not doing that.”

“Tate, invite them to sit at your lunch table and to your games.”

He caressed my face. “I need you at my games.”

“I’ll be there cheering you and Lake on.” My lips crushed his.

“That works. And how will I see you?”

“We’ll need a new place to meet.”

“My grandparents have properties all over the city. I will tell my granddad what’s up with Mason and me.”

“Has he seen him?”

“Yeah, he went to visit him at my parents. He understood I didn’t want him here. But if we fake break up, Mason will definitely start popping up to see if you are here.”

“And planting cameras.”

“There have been only three places we’ve been really alone together. The hotel in London, the hotel on New Year’s, and here.”

He cupped my face. “I promise I will find another place for us to be alone together. Even if I have to tap into my trust fund from the Hughes, because I’m sure my Forrester trust fund is null and void. I will not allow them to take you from me.”

Tears escaped my eyes. “I hate that we can’t be happy. All because of your evil twin and his twisted woman. What kind of girl is ok with her man sleeping with other women to seek revenge? That’s just weird.”

“They’re both nuts.”

“Tate, I’m starving.”

“I’ll be right back.” He climbed into his shorts and darted out of the room.

How long had I been here? I grabbed my cell off the nightstand. My dad called twice, and I had several texts from my friends. I gripped my hair.Shit.My meltdown was all over social media.

I swallowed hard, then called my dad.

“Where the hell are you, Chelsea?”

“With Tate.”

“How could you get in another fight with Marisa?”

“But I didn’t...”

“You’re the one who’s expelled. Get home now.”

“Yes, Dad.” I ended the call.

Tate placed two plates on the desk across the room. I turned and screamed into the pillow. The bed dipped.

“What happened?” His hand swayed my back.

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