Page 10 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
Coach Hammond high-fived me as I walked over to the bench to sit down for a second and grab some water. There was an envelope on my spot, so I pushed it onto the floor and...Wait a second. Did that have my name on it?
I grabbed the envelope off the floor. Sure enough, ALINA was written on it in bold letters.
"What's that?" asked Kristen.
I shrugged. "No idea."
"It's probably a cute note from Chris. Open it!"
Aw, he's so sweet!I flipped the envelope over and pulled out the contents. At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "What the hell?" I mumbled.
Kristen leaned over to get a look. "Oh my God. Is that...?"
"Chris sitting next to a topless girl at Club Blue? Yes, it is." I flipped to the next photo, which was a selfie of Chris and the girl, who I could now see was Gabriela Santos.That bitch!
"Alina! Kristen!" barked Coach Hammond. "Get out there!"
I looked up and saw the second game was about to start. I got into my position and prepared for the serve, but my head was still spinning from what I had seen.How could he hang out with Gabriela after I left? He knows how much I hate her! How far did he go with her?
"Alina!" Kristen yelling my name brought me back to reality.
"Huh?"
"Why didn't you go for that? That was your ball."
What ball?I looked up and saw we were losing 1 to nothing.Shit, the game already started?"Sorry, I thought you had it."
Brazil hit another serve at me, but this time I was ready. I bumped it to our setter, who set Kristen up for a spike. Her spike was saved, and then Brazil set it up to Gabriela for a back-row spike.No way I'm going to let her win this point.Not after those photos.
Just as she went to spike it, I caught a glimpse of Chris in the audience cheering for me like everything was totally normal.Or is he cheering for Gabriela?The spike should have been easy to deal with, but my brain was distracted by all the anger. I hit the ball slightly off center and it went nowhere near where I wanted it to go. Two to nothing, Brazil.Two to nothing, Gabriela.
The rest of the game was a similar story. Not all my shots were horrible, but I definitely wasn't as sharp as I needed to be. I tried to avoid looking at Chris, but it was impossible with where he was seated in the audience. Brazil, and Gabriela in particular, seemed to feed off of my poor play. Every time she hit a good shot it just made me more and more angry, which in turn made me play worse.
Brazil won the second and third games. Chris got up to get some nachos or something during the fourth game, so I was able to pull myself together and do enough to get us a victory.Maybe we can win this match after all.
Six points into the final game, Chris came back to his seat and our best server, Nina, finally allowed back from her four-game spell on the bench for violating the sex ban, jammed her thumb and had to leave the game.
Brazil won.
I couldn't help but feel like it was all my fault. I didn't pay much attention to the post game speech by Coach Hammond. She dropped the f-bomb a few times, probably directed at me for playing horribly. After she was done screaming at us, she calmed down and told us that we'd have double practice tomorrow in preparation for our quarterfinal game against Serbia.
Kristen came over and gave me a big hug as soon as the game was over. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"No. How could I be okay after seeing those photos?" There was a tightness in my chest that I couldn't explain.Did he cheat on me?
"Maybe there's an explanation."
"Yeah, there is. He was horny and drunk and likes brunettes with big tits."
"Alina?" said Chris' voice behind me.
"I think it might be better if..." started Kristen, but I cut her off. I wasn't going to hide behind my best friend.
"Hi, Chris," I said. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I came to see you after your game like I always do. You guys almost had them."
"Shouldn't you be over there talking to your new girlfriend?" I angrily pointed at the Brazil bench.
