Page 40 of You're To Blame 2

Glasses brimming with champagne held in the air, we bobbed our heads to the music in the rear plush tan leather seats of the black chauffeured Maybach. Tate caressed my waist.

“Matt, this was your idea. Are we toasting or not?”

“Tate, we agreed tonight would be chill, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Megan and me smiled at each other.

“Ok. Here’s to having my boy back on American soil.” Matt grinned.

I plastered a kiss against Tate’s cheek. A wide smile flashed across his handsome face.

“Cheers,” we shouted.

We tossed the contents to the back of our throats.

The car rolled to a stop.

“We’re here,” Megan sang.

We poured out of the car. The guys clutched our hands leading us toward the natural stone mansion.

Guys were draped in designer tuxedos and the girls in their cocktail dresses drank and conversed upon our entry. Reminded me of a mini prom. Black and gold Happy New Year decorations hung throughout the massive atrium.

A tall muscled guy with handsome chiseled facial features and sweeping jet black hair greeted us at the door.

He and Matt slapped hands. Matt pulled him into a bro hug. “Tyler, dude the house is packed.”

They stepped apart. “Yeah, you know tonight will be fucking epic,” he grinned.

Tate stood seething. “Why the fuck did you greet us at the door?”

Matt slapped Tate’s arm. “Remember what we discussed?”

“Tate, I don’t want any shit at my party,” Tyler grimaced.

Tate’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Tyler stared at me as he leaned into Tate’s ear. I couldn’t hear what he said.

I tugged Tate’s tuxedo sleeve.

“Shit.” Tate pulled me close.

“Tyler, Chelsea is my woman and Marisa is Mason’s.” Tate’s jaw ticked. He didn’t want to talk about Mason tonight. Now he was forced to reveal the truth. Well partial truth anyway.

Tyler turned white as a ghost. “Tate, cut the shit dude.”

We stepped aside as more guests strolled through the door.

“My brother is alive. So, no I am not running around town with two chicks. Grab a mic for me and I’ll explain.”

“Yeah.” He nodded toward the oversized party room.

Tate’s lips melted against my temple. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.” Tate was worried this shit would send me over the edge.

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