Page 11 of You're To Blame 2

“What do we have here, ladies?”

Trevor massaged my shoulders. “Bartending again, Chelsea.”

I snickered. “Yup. Grab a cup. Where’s Rocco?”

“He’s talking to a chick in the hall.”

Rocco deserved to date a girl, rather than spend all his time coming to my aid. I felt bad.

I peeked at Trevor. “Can you stay with Connie for a little while? I want to find Tate.”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be back.”

Connie nodded and sipped her drink.

Shouldering through the crowd, the music pulsated through my body. I waved at a few people who spoke to me. It was weird. The same kids who belittled me now bent over backwards to be nice.

Where the fuck was Mason?I stood at the top of the stairs, peering down the long hall. The last thing I wanted to hear was my friends getting hot and heavy. I turned the knob of each door, peeking inside the room. Luckily, I didn’t stop anyone’s hookups. Why didn’t they lock the door? I shook my head as I continued my search. Thelast door at the end of the hall screamed primadonna. Every door on the floor was stark white—except for Marisa’s. Her door was dark pink. Actually cute. I’d never pay her that compliment.

Muffled moaning and groaning filled my eardrums as I turned the knob. My heart beat against my ribcage at a rapid pace. Stunned and frozen at a sight I couldn’t unsee. Their sweaty bodies attached to each other.

Mason fisted her blonde hair from behind, pounding into her. How long had they been at it?

My throat closed for a different reason. Not because Mason was having sex with Marisa. I felt like I was watching Tate have sex with Marisa. It was difficult to separate the two.

“Mason, you don’t need Chelsea. We should be enough. Our child together should be enough.”

My eyes bulged. What the fuck?

“Our heir will bond our families forever. My heir with Chelsea will bond our families too. I’ll hold all the cards.” A deep sinister laugh released from his throat.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He flipped her over, sliding into her again. Marisa’s face was red and wet with fresh tears.

“You know you’re my number one girl.”

She sobbed against his lips. “I love you, Mason.”

She was a feeble mouse in his clutches. He took advantage of her love.

“Marisa, you are the only girl I could ever love. What I have with Chelsea is pure revenge. I needed to tear my brother down. He gets nothing in the end. Not one ounce of happiness.”

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Once she’s pregnant with my child, he’ll turn his back on her.”

I didn’t know if any of what he said to either of us were lies or the truth. Maybe it was a mix.

Mason tasted her lips as he stilled inside her a final time. I suppose creating their heir. She hung onto him, tangling their lips passionately.

Slowly, I closed the door. My entire body trembled. I was drunk off emotions. I hadn’t even taken a sip of my liquor. Swaying down the hall, I tossed the contents in the cup to the back of my throat, and closed my eyes briefly at the top of the stairs in an effort to numb the pain. I needed to be alone. I swiped my dress sleeve across my wet face as I staggered down the stairs. There was no one to share my new knowledge with. Matt wouldn’t ever keep that information quiet. He’d probably try to kill Mason. The damage was done anyway. Masonhad a plan for everything, I was sure of it. He left nothing to chance. Not even her ovulation.Gross.

The darkened room hid my tears. In a daze I stood staring out the patio door. Kids bumped into me as they danced to the heavy metal blaring through the speakers. I stepped out the door and stumbled across the lush lawn into the pool house. A couple stood in the corner all hot and heavy.

“Get out. Matt said this area is off limits,” I yelled.

Scrambling to fix their clothes, they darted out the door. I locked myself inside. The cloth sofa would be my place of solitude. Not sure if Mason would ever look for me. I hoped he never found me. The powder blue wall held my attention as I laid on the sofa hugging myself. I needed to get lost in our memories.

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