chapter 1

During a truth or dare game at a party, my boyfriend Valerian Flint's "girl-bro" Beatrix Marsh kissed him.

He froze for a second, then immediately took control and kissed her back.

The crowd around them went wild, cheering loudly.

When they heard me leading the applause, however, the room gradually fell silent.

Beatrix pushed Valerian away, gasping for air.

She said, "What's this? You actually got turned on? You're so easy."

As she spoke, she poked him again. "Your girlfriend looks pissed.

"Shouldn't you go sweet-talk her?"

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Valerian let out a mocking laugh and raised an eyebrow at Beatrix. "I wouldn't be interested even if you were naked.

"Get turned on by you? Maybe in your next life."

Then, he turned to look at me.

His expression softened.

He said, "My baby wouldn't get angry over something like this.

"She knows you're not really like a girl to us. To our whole group, you don't even have a gender."

I stared blankly as the farce unfolded in front of me.

Then I smiled. "Oh, really? When did I ever say that?"

The smile froze on Valerian's face.

I continued, "Did Beatrix get some kind of sex change surgery? In your eyes, is she just one of the guys now?"

Beatrix probably didn't expect me to call them out so directly.

Her face instantly flushed red with anger.

She said to me, "Nadia, we've always been this wild when we hang out, long before you came along.

"Was it really necessary for you to say something that nasty?"

With that, she grabbed Valerian and yanked him close.

Her waist, sinuous as a snake, swayed against him.

Valerian froze for a second, then a smirk spread across his face.

He said, "Not bad. When'd you learn to move like that?"

He seemed to have completely forgotten I was even there.

He was so wrapped up in Beatrix's bold flirting.

Beatrix shot him a flirty look, then turned to me, her chin held high and a smirk on her lips.

She said, "See, good girl? This is how we always get down.

"If you can't handle it, maybe stop tagging along with Valerian to our hangouts.

"You're such a buzzkill."

The catcalls and whistles kept coming.

Beatrix danced even wilder.

Soon she was down to a skimpy little camisole, grinding against each of the guys in turn.

I watched, face blank.

Then I pulled out my phone and recorded the steamy scene.

Feeling generous, I sent the video to the group chat Valerian had added me to a while back.

It had five couples in it, but Beatrix wasn't one of them.

Right now, every guy in that group was on video, sharing a hot, steamy dance with their so-called "girl-bro."

And their clueless girlfriends had no idea.

How could I keep this from them?