The Bitch and the Nun

New York: The Beach Party

“What is it, Charlotte?” Kyle frowned, sipping from his paper cup.

The blonde girl who was wearing that bikini that barely covered her big breasts and ass, bit her lip and stared at Kyle like he was dessert.

My stomach twisted.

“Fvck, I had a whole night planned, but I guess that’s ruined now.” She pouted, still ignoring me like I wasn’t even there.

Then she leaned closer, tugging her bikini strap down just enough to tease him. “Guess I’m glad I wore this. I'd ask you to dance, but we both know we would end up doing something else. Just like old times.”

My chest clenched. "Old times?"

I whipped my head toward Kyle. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look fazed. Just cool, calm… infuriatingly unreadable.

"Did they sleep together? Are they still sleeping together?"

Jealousy burned so hot I could barely breathe. I glared at Charlotte, but she still looked right through me. This bitch wanted to fvck my boyfriend in front of me... like it was nothing.

The bonfire cracked, music thundered, and the girls around us danced under the firelight, all curves and skin. I sat stiff in my jeans and t-shirt, gripping my untouched plate. Kyle’s arm rested on my waist and his fingers brushed my hip. But it was not enough.

Charlotte smirked, wringing water from her blonde hair. “God, you look as hot as the last time. Probably hotter. Imagine what a little one-on-one would do.”

And then she did it. She sat down between us, shoving me aside with her ass like I was some nobody. My plate hit the sand. My face burned as I scrambled to steady myself. I felt humiliated.

Kyle’s frown deepened. “What the fvck, Charlotte? Why would you do that to my girlfriend?!”

She laughed, tossing her hair. “Girlfriend? Please. You actually managed to screw a nun? Did you tell her about Zoey? You know, your real girlfriend?”

My entire body froze.

I looked at Kyle, my lips parting, but no sound came out. “Zoey?”

Charlotte’s grin was vicious. “Oh, honey, you didn’t know? Everyone is talking about how Kyle has been fvcking a nun. I told his sister. I’m sure his parents know by now.”

Whispers spread around us like wildfire. People stared. Laughed. My stomach dropped, shame and fear was strangling me faster.

"Tommy." My brain latched onto the memory of him barging in, catching Kyle and me naked in Texas. He must have told . He must have lit the match.

But my mind kept circling one thing: "Zoey." Did Kyle lie? Was I just a side piece while his real girlfriend waited for him?

Kyle’s jaw flexed. He shoved Charlotte away hard enough to make her stumble. Then he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. “We’re leaving.”

The crowd parted as we walked through, but not quietly.

“Yo, Kyle, are you really fvcking a nun?”

“Damn, the great Kyle Gates fell for a virgin saint?”

“Who knew nuns spread their legs too?”

Kyle stopped cold. His glare sliced through them, it was sharp as a knife.

“She was never a nun!” he snapped. “And my relationship with my girl? None of your fvcking business.”

Silence.

The crowd backed off. And Kyle’s grip tightened on me as he stormed us out.

By the time we reached his bike, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would split my chest. He shoved a helmet into my hands, his eyes locked on mine, searching.

“Mirabel,” he said. His voice was low, almost gentle. “Don’t listen to those assholes.”

I stared at the ground, my throat was dry.

Shame was choking me. But the words tore out anyway.

“Is it true? Do you have a girlfriend? Someone waiting back home?”

My voice cracked. I hated myself for asking, but I couldn’t stop.

Because if it was true... if Zoey was real, then I had never been his. I had only ever been a game.

And that thought… shattered me.

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