“Does it even fucking matter? The only reason I chose to share is because I knew you’d try to fuck her anyway. She’d be sneaking out of my bed to go to yours, wouldn’t she? You clearly don’t care about boundaries where your son’s girlfriends are involved.” Growing irritated, I lean closer but my volume goes up. “Is this about the night of the ballet? She wasn’t your girlfriend then, Nash.” When he turns toward me, his voice seething with hatred, my blood goes cold. “I’m not talking about Zara.”
