Page 45 of You're To Blame 2

“Ten, nine, eight...” The band members counted down.

Tate turned me to face him. “I love you, baby.” At the count of one, his lips devoured mine.

The famous song ‘Auld Lang Syne’ filled the room.

“There’s no other girl for me but you,” Tate confirmed against my lips.

“Not even, Veronica.”

He laughed. “Definitely not her. She claimed she had to talk to me about something important. We stepped in the hall. She told me I came on to her at the Halloween party.”

I slapped my hand against my forehead. “Shit, I forgot to tell you.”

“No need. I figured it was Mason.”

“Yeah, he was trying to destroy us.”

Tate held me tight. “I want to beat his fucking face in again.”

“Babe, you’ve done so well tonight ignoring him.”

“I don’t want to think about how many other girls he went after, in an effort to rip apart our relationship.”

“Me too.”

Tate didn’t leave my side again. His friends gathered around us. Nosy Haven Saints eager gossipers and those looking to gain popularity across the room surrounded Mason and Marisa. Tate and Mason were never seen again in close proximity for the remainder ofthe night. We finally said our goodbyes and Tate led the way toward the door. Veronica flashed a devilish grin near the exit. I halted.

“Tate is my man, bitch. I am not Brittany. Try to get alone time with him again.” I cocked my fist back and slammed it into her pretty eyes. She stumbled to the floor holding her face.

“Shit, I told Tyler no trouble tonight.” Tate shrugged, before helping Veronica to her feet. “Guess I lied.

I leaned into Veronica. “Once again, find your own man, slut. If you see my man walking in your direction walk the other way. Or next time, it will be my three-inch stiletto on your throat.”

“I was fucked up the night of the Halloween party. Better believe I wasn’t in my right mind if I was flirting with you.” Tate pulled me into his arms. “We’re out.”

I sighed as we slid across the back seat of the Maybach.

Matt and Megan disappeared upstairs. Tate said he’d send the chauffeur back to pick them up.

Leaning against the door, my feet rested in Tate’s lap. “Babe, I hate I can’t tell her the truth.”

“Me too. Relax, Chelsea.”

My eyelids hooded as he cradled one of my feet, pressing his thumbs into the center of my throbbing skin. “That feels so good, Tate.”

He slid closer. His tongue stroked my neck. “In a moment, I have something else that will make you feel better.”

“Is it long and thick?” I purred

“You bet your sexy ass it is.”

TATE TOSSED ME ON THEbed the second we were through the suite doors.

Not sure how I forgot but the guy who kissed me came flooding back to memory.

My eyes widened. “Shit.”

Tate stood at the foot of the bed shedding his clothes.

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