Page 30 of You're To Blame 2

“Thank goodness.”

We didn’t return to grandfather’s estate. Chris said the family was staying at a luxury hotel in London.

He placed a room key in my hand. “Try to rest.”

“Oh, I will.”

“Yeah ok,” he stated, as he strolled into his suite across the hall.

Once inside the room, my mouth fell open. The beautiful sight lying in my bed made everything I’d gone through worth it. The lamp across the room partially illuminated the dark room. Her hair was pulled up into a cute little bun. She had a death grip on something against her chest under the blanket. I walked over and lightly ran one finger over her soft porcelain cheek.

“Tate,” she whimpered in her slumber.

The sound of her voice made my cock twitch.Shit.

I peeled the blanket back a hair. Chelsea was clutching one of my T-shirts. I turned my head to the ceiling, desperately attempting to bury all the evil feelings that swept through my entire body at the moment.

A piping hot shower should tame some of the negative energy coursing through my veins.

The unsupervised shower felt indescribable. I massaged the soap deep into every inch of my skin. Turning my face to the ceiling, the water poured over my skin removing any signs of soap. Clutched hands braced the wall. Then a single shiver of emotion ripped through my body. The water hid the tears thudding my skin. How could one’s family be so despicable? Selfish.

Last but not least. Greedy.

Grandfather wanted Mason and I to impregnate and marry our girlfriends, all so he could continue his extravagant lifestyle. Like I said, selfish bastard.

“Fuck,” I roared in a low growl.

In that moment, I wish I did purposely kill him.

Hands swept along my chest. My eyes popped open. “Chelsea, you shouldn’t be in here.”

“Yes, I should,” she shouted. Her eyes were wild. She was on the brink of losing it like I was.

My fingers traced over the bruises on her neck. “I’m so sorry, Chelsea.”

“Why? For being locked away because you refused to do your grandfather's dirty work? Because you didn’t know you were walking into a trap? I think rather you came to London or not he would have found a way to get what he wanted. He was a spiteful, evil man.” Her eyes were cold.

“And now he’s gone.” A devilish smile lit her lips.

“I have you back. That’s all I wanted.” Then her eyes dimmed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Mason, said you wouldn’t want me after he married and impregnated me,” she cried.

I gripped her face. “That’s bullshit. Pregnant with my brother’s child and all, I would have kidnapped you. I won’t stop saying this. You are my woman. No one comes between us.”

She nodded. “He didn’t touch me.” Her eyes darted to the floor.

“I had to kiss him in public to go along with the farce. He threatened to hurt you if I didn’t play along. I didn’t know what else to do,” she cried.

“Look at me.”

Those beautiful blue eyes stared into mine. Nothing else mattered. “The day we are to finally marry I’ll sign aprenup. My family’s broke I suppose. But I don’t want you to ever think...”

She placed one finger over my lips. “Shut up. I want to feel you so deep inside me. Live in the moment with me. I have you back.”

I snickered. “You were a total badass. You know, coming to my rescue and all.”

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