Page 67 of You're To Blame 2

Lake peeked over his shoulder.

She staggered down the hall. “Tate.” She raised her hand.

“Tate.”

His eyes widened as the girl approached.

She smiled wide and placed her hand on his shoulder. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back.

“I’ve waited for this very moment. I knew you’d grow bored with her.” She glanced at me and snarled.

What was happening?

She became lost in his dreamy eyes. “Tate, baby, I’ve been patient since I arrived here in November. I didn’t want to come forward right away. I wanted to give you time to get over the bitches who threw themselves at you. You are my forever crush.”

He removed her hand from his shoulder like it was trash. “What’s your name?”

“Regina Bright.” Her smile widened.

“I am not interested in a relationship. The single life is better for me at this time. You’ll have to find your forever with someone else.”

She slipped her arms around his neck. “You’ll come around.” Her lips crashed into his.

Tate stood like a deer in headlights. He gripped her arms and pushed her back. His puffy lips were stained with red lipstick.

His horrid gaze met mine. “I’ve fucking had it, Chelsea,” he roared.

“Fix it.” He stepped closer.

“Call this shit-”

My hand flew over his mouth. “You know we can’t be a couple anymore.”

Regina appeared at his side, hanging off of his arm. “You don’t need her. She’s last years trash. You have me now.”

Tate grabbed my arm and leaned into my ear. “If you think the spanking was bad after we left Matts. That’s nothing. You will pay dearly for this. Chelsea, you will be on your knees all weekend starting tonight.”

We were supposed to spend the night at Matt’s but Tate told him he needed alone time with me.

He stepped back and glared at Regina. “There’s no me and you. I told you. I’m not interested in being in arelationship.” He snatched his arm out of her grip and stormed down the hall.

Her fists landed on her hips. “Clearly you bring out the worst in him.” She glowered.

I curved my finger under my lip. “Do I hear a Tennessee or Alabama twang?”

“Sweet Home Alabama. Best place to live in the south. Hated we had to relocate to Georgia,” she frowned.

“He said he didn’t want you. So move along.”

She closed the space between us, glaring down at me. “Oh, bitch I ain’t going nowhere. I’ve staked my claim on Tate Forrester. Already told daddy he’s going to be his son-in-law.”

My heart stopped.

“You aren’t listening. He doesn’t want you or anyone else.” I growled.

“Oh, why because he wants his little princess back. He’ll learn real soon he doesn’t need you. If I catch you around my man. I’ll make you pay.” She turned on her heels.

“You won’t do a thing,” I stated through gritted teeth.