Chapter 3 DEBBY
Debby pulled away from Kyle’s lips, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she turned to Dave. His face was a mix of shock and disbelief, his mouth slightly open, while Rachel stood frozen beside him, her eyes wide. Gasps echoed around the room, and whispers started spreading like wildfire.
“We’re done, Dave,” Debby said, her voice steady despite the rapid pounding of her heart.
Kyle smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he casually leaned toward Debby. “Come on,” he said, tilting his head toward the exit.
Without hesitation, Debby grabbed his hand. The warmth of his touch sent an unfamiliar shiver down her spine, but she ignored it. She wanted out. Away from the betrayal. Away from the humiliation. Away from Dave and Rachel.
As they walked toward the door, murmurs grew louder. The guests had seen everything. They had witnessed her kiss another man—Kyle, of all people, the hockey captain—right in front of Dave. Eyes followed them, some filled with shock, others with amusement.
A few steps before they reached the door, Rachel suddenly found her voice. “Debby, what the hell was that?” she shrieked, her face burning with both rage and embarrassment.
Debby stopped but didn’t turn around. She let out a breath, her fingers tightening around Kyle’s. “Consider it payback.”
Rachel let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. “You’re so pathetic.”
Kyle chuckled beside Debby, amused by the whole situation.
Dave finally moved, blocking her as he spoke, his voice low and filled with regret. “Debby, can we talk? Please?”
Debby turned slightly, meeting his gaze for a brief second. She searched for any remorse in his eyes, but all she saw was guilt. Guilt wasn’t enough. “There’s nothing to talk about, Dave. We’re done.”
With that, she walked out with Kyle.
Domingo, her butler stood by the entrance, looking uncertain. He was in his fiftie, though his posture remained as straight and dignified as ever. Dressed impeccably in his usual black suit, crisp white gloves, and polished shoes, he was a fixture in the household—a presence as familiar to Debby as the walls of her childhood home. He had been with the family since before she was born, always there, watching over things with quiet efficiency.
Debby turned to him. “Make sure everyone leaves before Mom and Dad comes home from their vacation. My parents can’t find out about this party, okay?”
“Yes, Miss Debby,” he said with a bow.
Kyle led her to his sleek black car, opening the passenger door for her. Without a word, she slid in. He rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, starting the engine with a low hum.
For a while, silence filled the space between them as Kyle drove onto the street. The city lights blurred past the window, but Debby barely noticed. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.
“You alright?” Kyle finally asked, his voice breaking the silence.
Debby sighed, resting her forehead against the cool window. “I don’t know.”
Kyle drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. “So… that kiss back there. Was that just for show?”
She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze. “What do you think?”
He smirked. “I think you wanted to make Dave and Rachel feel as shitty as you felt. And I think it worked.”
Debby let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, well, now I feel even worse.”
Kyle raised a brow. “Why? That was the best part of the night for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course, it was.”
He chuckled before his expression turned serious. “What, do you wanna do to get your mind off it?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“Want to grab a drink?”
She hesitated before asking, “Did you love Rachel?”
His lips curled into an amused smile. “Love?” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah. I decided to get a girlfriend to keep myself from my usual… habits.”
Debby sat up, curious. “Habits?”
“One-night stands. No commitments.”
Her brows furrowed. “But everyone thought you and Rachel were serious.”
He shrugged. “She called herself my girlfriend. I didn’t bother correcting her.”
Debby stared at him, slightly stunned. “And you’re not upset that she cheated on you?”
He shrugged again. “Guess I got my excuse to go back to my old ways.”
Debby had heard the rumors about him—the infamous heartbreaker. He never dated seriously, never let anyone get too close. But Rachel had changed that. At least, that’s what everyone thought.
“Wow,” she muttered.
Kyle smirked. “Disappointed?”
“More like… surprised,” she admitted.
Before she could ask anything else, Kyle pulled into an underground parking lot and stopped the car. When she looked around, she realized they were at a luxury apartment complex.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“My place,” he said casually, unbuckling his seatbelt.
Debby’s eyes widened. “You have your own apartment?”
Kyle smirked at her reaction. “Surprised again?”
She nodded. “A little.”
“Come on.” He got out of the car, and after a brief hesitation, she followed him.
Inside, her breath hitched. His apartment was stunning—modern, sleek, and ridiculously expensive-looking.
Kyle caught her staring and chuckled. “Forex trading pays well.”
Her brows lifted. “You trade forex?”
“Yup. That’s where the money comes from. Also, I skipped two grades, so I’m older than I look.”
She gasped. “Wait, you’re twenty?”
He nodded.
“Why’d you skip school?” she asked curiously.
He ignored the question and walked toward the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine. “Drink?”
She sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to answer. “Sure.”
They sat at the bar, sipping their wine in silence until Kyle finally asked, “So, why’d you kiss me?”
She set her glass down. “I think I wanted Rachel and Dave to feel the hurt I felt. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” he asked, tilting his head.
She nodded.
A slow smirk spread across his lips. “Do you want to make the best out of your revenge?”
Her heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
Kyle leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “I mean, if you really want to get back at them… let’s give them something to talk about.”
Debby hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding.
The next thing she knew, Kyle’s lips were on hers again. This time, there was no audience, no revenge-driven impulse—just him and her.
His hands trailed up her thighs, and suddenly, he stopped. He pulled back slightly, his fingers brushing the bare skin under her dress. A slow, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“You’re not wearing panties?”
Debby’s face burned. She had planned to give herself to Dave tonight—before everything fell apart.
But before Kyle could say anything else, she blurted out, “I’m a virgin.”
Kyle froze. His hands dropped from her thighs as he stepped back, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“What?” he exclaimed.
