Page 20 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
Going For Gold - Chapter 8
Sunday
Alina
Kristen followed Ocelot over to a couch in the lounge to the right of the lobby while Bryce pulled me into the staircase.
"Why not take the elevator?" I asked.
"The elevators all have cameras. The stairs don't."
"Why can't we be caught on camera?"What kind of crazy shit are we going to do?
"What kind of secret agent are you? That's like spy training 101. Never be caught on camera, even in disguise."
"Okay, you're right. Being caught on camera would be bad. Because we're going to...steal something?" I asked, hoping I'd be able to get some information out of him.
"Nope. Try again."
"Kill someone?"
"What? Wow, that got dark in a hurry. Come on, isn't it obvious? We're going to pull a classic ITA prank!"
"Is that a thing? I don't think it is."
"Of course it is!" said Bryce. "Don't you remember all the pictures of toilets without dividers at the games two years ago?"
"Yeah. I thought that was just a weird cultural thing."
"No way. That was an epic prank orchestrated by Lars Berg."
"The Swedish skier? I remember him from when I was a kid."
"Yup, that's him. Apparently he only came back to the sport to pull that prank. He did horrible in his event that year, but he won an unofficial gold for the best prank of the year. Or maybe you remember in the 90s when Sally Jones threw a banana peel onto the track and caused Uma Longhorn to slip. After that the CPG declared..."
"CPG?" I asked.
"Committee for Pranks at the Games. They host a private party at the end of the games where they award a prize for the best prank. Anyway, after the banana incident, the CPG made a new rule that pranks are only permissible that don't interfere with an actual sporting event."
"How have I not heard about this before? Is it mainly a Canadian thing?"
"Canadian?" Bryce looked confused. "What makes you think I'm Canadian? It's not like I say 'eh' a lot and love hockey and maple syrup."
"Oh my God! That's what I first thought when I saw you in that track suit. I was so surprised that you were Canadian."
Bryce burst out laughing. "Wow, I guess this disguise is even better than I thought."
I tried to fake a laugh to hide my embarrassment.How did I not realize that was a disguise?"Just kidding. I knew you were American this whole time."
"Really?" asked Bryce. He didn't sound convinced. "Because I'm pretty sure you actually thought I was Canadian."
"Okay, fine. I admit it..."
"Shit, someone's coming," said Bryce. He put one hand on my hips and the other on my face and pushed me against the wall.
I gulped. I looked into his eyes for a second before he pressed his lips against mine.
Holy shit! Stop!
