Page 101 of Homewrecker

Blair.

Don’t.

I took one step down, then another. I walked down the stairs very slow and quietly while listening.

“…you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.”

I stopped and Nash said something too low for me to hear.

The woman laughed and said, “Clearly you’re not hiding her. Her purse is downstairs.”

My heart started pounding. I looked toward the front door from where I stood. I walked down the remaining stairs and Nash looked up first.

He was standing in the kitchen holding a coffee mug. “Morning.”

The woman turned to look at me and she was also very pretty.

I smiled. “Morning.”

The woman looked at me. Then at Nash. Then back at me.

Her smile widened. “Oh.”

I hated that fucking word.

Nash set his mug down. “Blair, this is my sister, Nesha.”

Nesha held out her hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”

Finally?

I shook it. “You too.”

I looked at Nash and he looked like he was fighting for his fucking life.

Nesha looked between us. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” I said.

Nash said, “She thought—”

“Nash.”

The motherfucker laughed, and when she caught on to what he was trying to say, she laughed too.

I closed my eyes. “Fuck both of y’all.”

Nesha laughed harder. “I literally just met you.”

“I forgot, I’m sorry.”

“I like her,” she told Nash.

I walked toward my purse.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”