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And my hate for her father and his family began to grow inside me. They had taken from my little sister the life she deserved, a father who could love her. That woman he was married to used her beauty and those girls to keep him from Nan. I hated them all. I eventually acted on that hate, but the story really starts the night Blaire Wynn walked into my house with a nervous frown and the fucking face of an angel.
My worst nightmare. Leaning back on the couch, I stretched my legs out in front of me and took a drink of my beer. They got a little rowdy sometimes.
But I put up with it because it made her happy. This was all I could think of to cheer her up. For once in her life, I wished my mother would think of someone other than herself.
Rush, meet Blaire. I believe she might belong to you. I found her outside looking a little lost. I looked up at my stepbrother and then at the girl standing beside him. It was older, but I recognized it. She was one of them. This one was. I cut my eyes toward Nan to see her standing not too far away with a scowl on her face.
Did Grant not realize who this girl was? Is that so? I asked, racking my brain for some way to get her out of here—and fast. Nan was going to blow any minute.
I studied the girl who had been a source of pain for my sister most of her life. She was gorgeous. Silky platinum-blond curls brushed against a pair of really nice tits that she was showing off in a tight tank top. Yeah, she needed to go. The girl flinched. Why did she look so innocent?
That is, if she promises to leave her deadly weapon in the truck. Grant was finding this amusing. The dick. He knew who she was, all right. He loved the fact that this was upsetting Nan. Grant would do anything to piss Nan off. She needed to take the hint and leave.
Grant cleared his throat. I took a swig of my beer, then leveled my gaze at Grant. This was taking it too far. Even for him. The girl had to go. She appeared to be ready to run. That story sounded like bullshit. I had known him for three years, and I knew he was a piece of shit.
I should go. This was a very bad idea, she said with a hitch in her voice. She tugged hard to get it out of his grasp. I could see the unshed tears in her eyes, and it tugged at my conscience. Was there something I was missing here?
Did she really expect us to open our arms wide for her? Blaire hurried to the exit.
Leaving so soon? Nan asked her. You know that? Grant snarled beside me. Nan strutted over to us with a triumphant grin. I understood why. Blaire was a reminder of all that Nan had missed out on while growing up.
She looks exactly like I remember her. Pale and plain, Nan purred, sinking down beside me on the couch.
Grant snorted. I talked to her. That dumb-ass father of yours told her to come here. No one is that good of a liar, Grant said as he glared at Nan. She smelled money. Did you see what she was wearing?
Nan scrunched up her nose in disgust. Grant chuckled.
Hell, yeah, I saw what she was wearing. Why do you think I want to get her back to my place so bad?
The girl is innocent, lost, and smoking damn hot. Grant turned and headed for the door. He was going after her. He was easily fooled. I agreed that the girl was easy on the eyes, but he was thinking with his dick. Nan asked in a horrified voice. Grant stepped back and let me pass him. Grant was right. I needed to see if this was an act or if she really had been told by her douchebag father to come here.
Not to mention that I wanted to get a look at her without an audience. Chapter Two She was walking up to an old, beat-up truck when I opened the door and stepped outside. I paused a moment, wondering if it was hers or if someone had brought her here. It was almost dramatic, or at least it would have been had she known she was being watched.
But from the way her shoulders sagged in defeat before she climbed up into the truck, I knew she had no idea that she had an audience. But then again, maybe she did. I knew nothing about this girl. I only knew that her father was a fucking mooch. He took what my mother and Nan gave him, yet he never returned their tokens of affection or love. The man was cold. I had seen it in his eyes. He cared nothing for Nan or my stupid mother. He was using them both.
The girl was beautiful. There was no question about that. But she had also been raised by that man. She could be a master manipulator. Using her beauty to get what she wanted and not caring whom she hurt along the way. I walked down the steps and toward the truck. She was still sitting there, and I wanted her gone before Grant came out and fell for this act of hers. Grant was an easy target. She turned, and her eyes collided with mine before she let out a scream.
The more he gets to know her, spends time with her, the more he wants. Rush was a man who was torn. Torn between his family, and the woman he was starting to fall for.
Nan as terrible as she may be is one of those people. It was nice to see that he really did have a lot of internal conflict about how things were going with Blaire. It made me love him even more. Blaire becomes one of those people. One of the ones he is loyal to a fault for. Someone he truly cares for. It puts him in an extremely difficult position. She still fights to survive no matter what. She would be fine. I would make sure of it. Not anymore.
She had me.