Page 44 of You're To Blame 2

“No, we will never be a couple.” Her lips fell flat. She pondered on a thought, then a plastic smile lit her lips.

What the fuck was going on with my friends? “Megan, you need to spill,” Trevor pushed.

“I cannot, guys. If it were only that easy.”

Connie gripped Megan’s arm. “We’re your friends. You can tell us.”

All of our curious eyes stared at her.

She slipped a prosciutto wrapped date into her mouth.

Trevor’s swift feet and arms moved to the beat. We followed suit. As always, others crowded around us. Rocco joined his buddy pulling his tuxedo shirt upshowing off his abs. And who appears out of nowhere—some chick. I wondered was she the girl from the last party. Her blonde hair swayed from side to side as she shook her ass against him. We threw our hands in the air, cheering them on. I glanced to my right. Veronica leaned into Tate’s ear. That fucking bitch. My fingers curled into tight balls at my sides.

“Hey, there Laura Croft. Slow your roll,” the silky deep vocals said against my ear. I glared up over my shoulder.

“Who are you?” I glowered.

“Your boyfriend’s quite the ladies man.”

“You don’t take rejection well.”

“I love a challenge.” His soft lips fell against my cheek.

I shoved him back. “You want your ass kicked. If Tate catches you, he will kill you.”

“Not worried, sweetheart.” He nodded his head in Tate’s direction. “Uh, oh, looks like someone’s headed to hook up.”

Veronica gripped Tate’s hand pulling him out the door. My arm heated. I scratched at the faint cut lines. What was happening?

“Come on, let's dance.” He twirled me around.

I threw the vodka, I’d been nursing since the waiter brought it a few minutes ago, to the back of my throat.

“Why are you dating such a jerk?”

“You know nothing about me and Tate?”

His arm slid along my waist as he danced against me. I shoved my palms against his abs. “Back the fuck up.”

He flashed a wicket boyish grin.

“All right, party Haven Saints, we are getting ready to countdown to midnight,” a band member shouted from the stage.

The mystery guy pulled me close and crushed my lips. Like a deer in headlights I stared at his flawless face as I braced my hands against his chest.

He stepped back. “Later, sexy.” He darted out the door.

What the fuck was that?

Connie nudged me. “He’s a cutie. I see Tate has a little competition.”

“I’ve never seen him before. Doubt I’ll ever see him again.”

I swiped two glasses of champagne off a waiter’s tray. Chugging it, I glanced beside me at Trevor’s watch.

Where the fuck was my boyfriend? I couldn’t go running behind Tate. Not tonight any way. This was New Year’s Eve. I chugged half the glass of bubbly.

Big strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. My body vibrated against his rock-hard frame.

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