#Chapter124
Drake POV
Getting home, I find Lana watching a movie with Tate. Walking in, I lean over the couch pecking her head, she smelt strongly of Tate like they had been around each other all day, jealousy flaring to life in me.
/"I made chicken enchiladas for dinner/" Lana tells me pointing to the table. I look over to see a plate with foil on it.
/"What took you so long?/" She asks her fingers rubbing my stubble as she looked up at me.
/"I lost track of time/" I tell her, Tate huffs beside her not believing me making Lana look at him. Stalking off upstairs, I walk to the bedroom flicking the bedroom light on when I hear footsteps on the stairs, Tate’s scent hitting me a moment before he steps into the room closing the door.
/"What’s going on?/" He asks, following me into the bathroom.
/"Do you mind?/" I tell him as I start stripping my shirt off.
