Page 12 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"You really think magic is going to impress me? I'm not an eight year old boy."
He laughed. "What if I told you I could make your missing phone appear?"
"How'd you know..." Suddenly something clicked and I realized where I recognized him from. He was the guy I had run into in the locker room. I hadn't recognized him because he wasn't naked. "Oh my God." My face started to turn bright red. First I had barged into the men's locker room and ripped his towel off, and now he was sitting next to me right after I had been crying. And I was sweaty and my jersey was covered in snot. I was a hot mess.
He smiled at me. "So you do remember me after all?"
"I'm so sorry I ran into you the other day. I was on my phone and accidently walked in there. I promise I didn't see anything though."
"It's okay," he said, handing me my phone. "Please tell me you'll stop crying now that you have your phone back? It pains me to see a girl as beautiful as you upset."
I forced a small laugh. "Oh yeah, I was totally sobbing inconsolably because I lost my phone."
"Do you want to talk about what's really wrong?"
"Not really."
"Okay. Want to play a game instead? It'll be good to get your mind off of whatever's bothering you."
"What game?"
"Guess the sport. Every time someone walks by, we have to try to guess what event they're competing in. Here, I'll go first." He pointed at an Asian girl walking by who looked like she was twelve years old. "See her? Definitely a gymnast. Your turn."
I looked around at the different options. There were a few people walking by who were in great shape, but they didn't have distinctive characteristics that betrayed their sport. Then I spotted a sloppy guy with a big gut and a baseball cap. I pointed at him. "First baseman on a baseball team?"
Bryce laughed. "Could be. But I'm pretty sure he's just the cashier at the burger stand."
"Oh. Oops. Your turn. What do you think of those two guys over there?"
"Eh, I'm not really into guys," said Bryce.
"That's not what I meant."
"But that seven foot tall guy who just walked by is a basketball player. You're up. You should try to guess the sport of that handsome stud on the bench."
"Ew, don't talk about yourself like that."
"What? Oh, no. I was talking about him." Bryce pointed to some guy on a bench across the path stuffing his face with nachos. "But I'm very flattered that you think I'm a handsome stud."
"The dude eating nachos is definitely a table tennis player. And you...hmmm."
"Come on, it should be easy for you to guess what I am after you saw me naked," said Bryce.
"Why would seeing you naked help me guess what you are? Unless you were a porn star and had a giant penis or something."
"I do have a giant penis, but I'm not a porn star. So I guess seeing me naked would have just been misleading for you."
Did he have a giant penis?My mind raced back to the previous day. All I remembered seeing was his hand in front of his junk and his abs. My God, those abs...
"Are you picturing me naked right now?" he asked.
"What? No." I laughed awkwardly.
"Well you seem to be feeling better," said Kristen. She plopped a bowl of ice cream down in my lap. "Who's your new friend?"
Oh God. Did she hear that whole conversation?"This is uh..."
"Bryce," he said, holding his hand out for her to shake it.
