Page 1 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
Going for Gold
Summer 2017
Alina & Bryce’s Story
Going For Gold - Chapter 1
Saturday
Alina
My team USA tank top clung to my skin as Kristen and I pushed through the hot, sticky air on our way to the practice arena. We had been blessed with unseasonably cool weather for the first week of the games, but today we were finally getting a taste of the infamous Brazilian humidity.
"So how many do you think we'll see today?" asked Kristen.
"I'm guessing three," I said.
"Less than yesterday? Even though more people are finished with their events?"
"Yeah. It's too hot to be doing that outside. What's your guess?"
"I'll say four."
"You're on."
"Well, I think I already see one." Kristen pointed up to the third-floor balcony of one of the skyscrapers that had been built specifically to house all of the athletes for the games. A girl was leaning over the railing. Anywhere else it would have just looked like she was enjoying the view, but in the athletes' village, we had to suspect that something else might be occurring.
We took a few steps away from the building to try to get a better view.
"I dunno, I'm not sure if..." I started. Just then, someone from behind the girl reached around and grabbed her breasts over her shirt. She opened her mouth in a way that could only mean one thing was happening. "Okay, yup. They're having sex."
"That's one," said Kristen.
"How is that girl okay with that? It's so awkward. Anyone walking by can see them."
"Oh come on. Don't pretend like you wouldn't enjoy that."
"Um, no. I'm actually kind of glad that our final game is on the second to last day. Otherwise I'm pretty sure Chris would have tried to make me do something like that."
"Better not let Coach Hammond hear you talking that way."
"I don't think it's any of her business if Chris is into public sex!"
Kristen laughed. "I meant the part about our final game."
"Oh, right. Well what are the odds that we don't make it that far?" Everything was setup perfectly for us to make it to the final. The volleyball portion of the International Tournament of Athletes consisted of two groups of six teams each. For each group, every team would play every other team one time, and at the end of those games, the four teams with the best records in each group would move on to the quarterfinals. We had played four out of our five group games and won all of them, meaning we were guaranteed to finish in the top four and advance to the quarterfinals. Brazil, on the other hand, who had been considered favorites to win gold, had lost three out of four oftheir games. Their fifth and final group game was against us, and if we beat them, they'd be eliminated. From there it would be a cake-walk to the gold medal podium.
"I actually think Coach is right on this. We shouldn't get too cocky." Kristen stopped and pointed to a girl kneeling in front of a muscular guy in an alleyway between two dorms. "Speaking of getting cocky..."
"Ew, gross pun."
"That's two. And we're not even halfway there. Looks like I'm going to win."
"Good thing we forgot to specify what the loser's punishment would be today." The first few days we had played we had just been counting for fun, but yesterday we kicked it up a notch by saying the loser had to post a picture on their Instagram of the winner's choosing. My Instagram account now featured a selfie of me making a platypus face. Thanks, Kristen.
"Any ideas?" asked Kristen.
I looked around to try to come up with a punishment that wouldn't be too horrible. A group of beautiful, shirtless men were walking towards us with bags of McDonald's. "Maybe the loser should have to buy dinner."
