The Chad Vs The Virgin Novels & Stories

I ask. "Do you?" Nathan challenges. After his spoken words, my cheeks flush to the point I'm tempted to cool them with the palms of my hands. "I'm..." I grimace. "I'm a virgin." Nathan shoots me a stare and then looks back at the road. He is parking the car now, and a few moments of silence pass before he cracks up and laughs out loud. My mood turns sour, and I pout. "What is so funny?" The expression I make only makes Nathan howl louder. He is shaking in his seat and actually crying.

“Ch... Chad.” “It’s okay, don’t worry, Chad, I’m not here to give you any trouble. In fact, I’m here to save your evening, and possibly your life.” Ch… Chad and his companion stared up at me in stunned silence. “Now, I’m gonna guess you two are on a date. Am I right?” “Yes,” Chad said as the young lady nodded vigorously. “First date?” I asked, grinning wide. “S… second,” Chad replied.

ALLYSSA'S POINT OF VIEW I sat in that luxurious chair, unable to tear my eyes away from the pristine carpeted floor. The contrast between this opulence and the filth of the basement I had just left almost made me dizzy. My heart was pounding, but I didn't know if it was from fear, shame, the joy of the moment of my virginity that I had just lost, or a mix of all three.

The water glistens like glass, and for a moment, everything feels calm. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here." Chad’s voice slithers through the peaceful air like poison. I snap off my sunglasses and sit up sharply. "What the hell are you doing here?" My tone is sharp, ready to cut. "Oh, don’t be so cold, Amy," Chad says with a mock pout as he saunters closer. "I just came to see my beautiful stepmother. God, I miss having you in my life. We had everything." His voice dips low, almost a whisper, filled with twisted longing.

“Maybe you and your mother can join him there too. It will be such a happy union.” The preacher’s loud voice slices through the moment but I cannot shake the feeling that has trapped me in the moment. I look toward my maid of honor, Angela, who had to fly in early this morning. She shakes her head slowly and motions for me to smile. There are a bunch of people watching and to the Bookers, their reputation is everything. The exchange of vows run on smoothly if we are not counting the late arrival of Teddy’s mistress, Violet. The woman from last night. Her heels reverberate around the chapel as she saunters in, draped in a provocative lace dress.

it will be over. I am no longer a virgin. And what it means for him ... could well cost my life.

His touch made me freeze. Then I said it ....the only thing I could think of. “I’m a virgin.” The words slipped out, sharp and frightened. Everything stopped. Christopher’s hand froze midair. His expression changed. The smirk disappeared. The room went quiet. He blinked once, as if the words had slapped him harder than I ever could. “What?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, he just stared at me.... no words, no movement. The air between us felt heavy.

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.

CHLOE “You’re too vanilla, Chloe. You’re too posh and mighty. You don’t even know how to make a man cum properly. Just missionary, and I’m fucking tired.” Chad's words feel like acid dripping into my veins. That is his justification for cheating on me. The wine glass clicks against the nightstand, empty for the second time in an hour. My skin is burning even though the air conditioner is on. The Vance estate in the Hamptons is supposed to be my sanctuary—a multi-million-dollar fortress where I can spend my post-graduation summer hiding from the wreckage of my life.