Page 1 of You're To Blame 2

CHAPTER ONE

“Let go of me, Mason. There isn’t a chance in hell I will be your wife.”

“No, I’ve waited so long to be in your presence.” Clutching my waist, he inhaled my neck.

I slammed my fists into his muscled shoulders.

“Fine.” His arm was still wrapped around my body as he retrieved his cell phone from his back pocket. “I’ll order to have his fingers on his playing hand cut off.”

I dropped my head against his shoulder. “Ok. I will do what you want.”

He released me. I slipped out of his lap and curled up on the bed. My night had been ruined in less than twenty minutes. My boyfriend’s twin brother returned from the dead, only to make my life a living hell. For what? What did I do? I did absolutely nothing. I didn’t make them like me. Or, fall in love with me. I fell in love with the othertwin and now I’m in the crosshairs of the other who couldn’t live with my decision. He wanted me to be his despite what I wanted. What about what I wanted? Did it matter I’d always been in love with Tate? That I was eager to see Tate every summer. Felt a hole inside my heart when I reminisced on the times we spent together in the tent when we were kids. Felt like a boulder crushed my lungs when he blamed me for his brother’s accident. His words ‘You’re to blame’ plagued my thoughts for years.

What do I do now? How do I find my man? Who could I trust to help me? Clearly, Marisa knew he was alive. If she didn’t, it was one hell of a coincidence that she spent so much time in London.

His jaw twitched as he stared into space.

“Isn’t Marisa your girlfriend?”

He cut his eyes at me. “Marisa is none of your business.”

“I’d say she is. She’s gone out of her way to make my life a living hell,” I said, crossing my arms across my chest, my head thudded the headboard.

“She blamed me for your fake death. How did she find out you were alive? And, how long have you two been in a secret relationship?”

“Years.” He dragged the s out.

“How does she feel about your plan to marry me?”

Like a robot his eyes darted back, focusing on the door in front of him. “That was a secret plan that only concerned me and you, sweetheart.” His eyes roamed my frame.

“You are the girl I love.”

I slammed my eyes shut. Telling him I always loved his brother in this moment would do nothing, but only poke the bear. Not something I was willing to do at this time. I needed to play it cool. Figure out a way to break free from his new hold.

“I’ll play the perfect girlfriend. You promise not to hurt Tate.” I sat up straight, staring into the eyes that mirrored the man I love.

“You will comply rather you want to or not.” He yanked my ankles, pulling me closer. “You’re my woman now.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “Please Mason, don’t hurt him?” I wrapped my arms around his neck. My stomach was in knots. I hated having to play along with my boyfriend’s psycho twin brother.

“I won’t order to have my twin brothers face pounded for the time being,” he growled. His deep vocals rattled my insides.

I ripped my arms from his neck and stood. Swiping at the fresh tears, I peeked at him. “Are we ready to return to the party?”

Mason sauntered toward me. “How about a little play time?” He pulled me close and his lips slipped across my cheek.

The blood coursed through my veins as a rage of heat swept through me. I raised my knee, crushing his balls. “I don’t fucking think so.”

He dropped to the floor, clutching his dick.

I towered over him. “Mason, I agreed to play along. Sex is off the table. If you plan to have sex with Marisa, or whoever else, be discrete. No flirting with girls like Veronica in front of me. Once you’re done cradling your balls meet me downstairs. We need to play the part of the happy couple.” I turned on my heels and grabbed the door knob. “Oh.” I peeked over my shoulder. “If you are wondering where all the spunk came from, I spent most of my years hanging with two tough boys. You never liked me wimpy.”

He smirked and blew me a kiss. “You’re right, baby.” He stood slowly, cradling his dick. “Even with bruised balls you’re still hot as fuck.” Mason fixed his costume and kissed my temple. “Lead the way.”

WE STOOD OUT BY THEpool. Mason couldn’t keep his meat hooks off of me. Thank God for Connie and Megan. They stole me away. So many thoughts ran through myhead. For the first time, cutting myself wasn’t an idea that plagued me. It was Tate. Where was he being held? Was he conscious? How did he react to Mason’s return from the dead?

“Chelsea, are you all right?” Megan smiled, clutching her red cup.

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