Page 87 of You're To Blame 2

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I unlocked my bedroom door and stepped inside. The last time I was home, was when we returned from London. I was there long enough to stuff my belongings in my suitcases and install a lock on the door. Now I was back. Felt good to be home. The doorbell rang. I locked my door then ran down the steps.

Mason appeared out of the family room. His brows rustled together. “What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“You moved back?”

My hand gripped the door knob. “Yup.” I swung the door open.

Chelsea’s smile dropped.

Mason grimaced. “What is she doing here?”

I kissed her temple. “What is my girlfriend doing here? Oh, she came over to watch a movie. You don’t mind if we join you and Marisa, do you?”

He turned on his heels and tossed his hand in the air.

“Fucker,” I grunted.

Chelsea jumped in front of me and she curled her fingers in my shirt. “Tate, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” I intertwined our fingers and strolled into the theater room.

We sat at the opposite end of the sofa closest to the screen. There were four rows of sofas in our theater room.

Marisa wore a scowl across her face, cuddled in Mason’s arms. I grabbed the remote.

“Tate, what are you doing? We’re watching the movie,” Mason growled.

“I’ll turn back. I just needed to grab this short film and download it. Regina’s bedroom appeared on the screen.

Her cell rang. She pressed the speaker button and sat on her bed.

“Hello.”

“I gave you a job to do. Your incompetence is weighing on my nerves.” Marisa stressed.

Chelsea gaped.

I glanced at Marisa. She swallowed hard.

“Chelsea, hasn’t been around Tate at all. I thought you said they were still together?”

“They are idiots. You need to follow her.”

“I did. That annoying bodyguard of hers won’t let her out of his sight.”

Marisa smacked her lips and rose. “I’ve had enough.”

I waved her back onto the sofa. “No, this is the best part.”

“You had one job. One job only to get rid of that twit. I hate seeing her fucking do-gooder face. Get rid of her.”

Regina sighed. “On it.”

Regina disconnected the call and shook her head. “Bye bitch.”

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