Page 2 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
"All the food here is free."
"I know." It was the perfect punishment since I was almost certainly going to lose the bet.
"Nice try. But I think we should have higher stakes. What if the loser has to participate in the very activity we're betting on?"
"Have sex in public?" I asked.
"Yeah."
Of course Kristen would suggest that."Hmmm..."
"Wait, are you actually considering that?"
"No, of course not," I said, laughing it off.Shit, am I really considering it?
"Oh my God, you totally are." Kristen's face lit up in a way I knew all too well. I saw the same face every time I had come back to our dorm room after a long night out with Chris. Even though she hated him and wanted me to date someone else, she still loved making me dish on all the juicy details of our dates. She was not a strong proponent of the old saying that a lady never kisses and tells.
"Well we haven't been allowed to have sex for four freaking weeks! God, I'm so tired of Coach's stupid sex ban. It's like these games are designed to make people crazy horny. They take the most physically fit people in the world, put them all in coed dorms, and then all the coaches tell us we can't have sex until we're done competing. Not to mention there's an unlimited supply of free condoms."
"You don't have to tell me. I can't wait for our competition to be over so I can have some fun. The guys here are all so hot."
"But it's so awkward to do that in public!"
"Yeah, but it's not really in public. It's more like doing it in the middle of a frat party that only accepts the best looking guys in the world who aren't total douches."
"So not like a frat party at all?" I asked.
"Okay, fine," said Kristen. "That's kind of a bad comparison. But you get the point."
"So if you lost the bet, you really wouldn't mind having sex out in the open?"Would I? The idea is kind of enticing... God, what is this sex ban doing to my brain? Get a grip, Alina!
Kristen shook her head. "Nope. So it's settled then? The loser has to have sex in public after our final game."
"Whoa! I never said I agreed to it, I was just saying that I understand why they're doing it."
"It sure sounded a lot like a yes to me."
"It wasn't."I need to change the topic immediately.I looked around for something to distract her. The only thing I found was some tan brunette in a thong bikini lying out on a beach towel surrounded by three guys. "If we hang around for a few minutes, that will probably be number three. And maybe number four and five as well. Actually, we probably should discuss the rules on group sex. Does it count as one per group? Or one per pair of guy and girl? Or the total number of people in the orgy divided by two?"
"Wait, isn't that Gabriela Santos?" asked Kristen, ignoring what I thought was a very valid point that needed discussing, especially if the stakes were going to be so high.
Please don't be Gabriela Santos.I had been dreading seeing her ever since I stepped foot in Brazil.
When we got a little closer, I realized Kristen was right. It was indeed Gabriela Santos, the star of the Brazilian volleyball team. She was good, but she wasn't as amazing as the media made her out to be. They just had a hard-on for her because she was gorgeous and had huge breasts. And based on her current outfit, she wasn't afraid to flaunt them.
She also happened to be my arch nemesis. I thought I was finally getting over what she did to me, but I was wrong. The sight of her still made my blood boil.
"Yeah, that's definitely her," I said through a clenched jaw. I took a deep breath to try to get rid of the lump that had formed in my throat and that uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. "No wonder the Brazilians have sucked so bad this year. They're more concerned with their tans than with practicing."
"Fine with me."
My phone buzzed in my sports bra. I reached in and pulled it out. It had gotten disgustingly sweaty in my cleavage. I made a mental note to find a better way of carrying it. Perhaps I needed to invest in a super stylish fanny pack.
"What's up?" asked Kristen.
I looked at the screen and read the message from my boyfriend, Chris: "Hey babe, you watching?"
"Shit, Chris' race is in five minutes." I typed out a response to let him know I was watching.
