Page 9 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10
I sighed.Do we really have to?"Okay, one dance."
The dance floor was even more disgusting and loud than I had imagined. I just kept telling myself that all I had to do was hang in there for one dance.
Chris spun me around and pulled my ass back onto him as I moved to the rhythm. The warm foam on my legs was repulsive, but I tried to ignore it. It didn't take long before I started to feel his erection push against my ass. That combined with the vodka I had drank and his fingers digging into my hips gave me a familiar pull in my stomach. One of his hands wandering up to my breasts just made it even worse. I dipped low and then pushed my ass up against him hard.God, I'm so horny.
Chris kept one hand on my back to keep me bent over while his other hand slid down and pushed the hem of my dress up over my ass. I put my hands on his to stop him.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"You can't just pull my dress up in front of all these people!"
"No one will notice. Come on." He grabbed at the bottom of my dress with his other hand.
I pushed him off playfully. "Sorry, babe. You know that I can't until after the tournament."Shit, he just wants sex tonight.I had to find a way out, and I couldn't just suggest we leave or he'd try to come back to my dorm room and bang me there. I looked around the club for ideas. After a second I spotted a group of guys from his swim team. I pointed over at them. "Hey, did you see that Bill and Adam are here?"
"Nope. And I'm not interested in them." He grabbed my hips to try to get me to grind on him some more.
"Come on, let's go say hi to them." I pulled him off the dance floor towards their table.
"Yo, Chris!" yelled Adam over the music as we approached. He scooted further into the booth to make room for him.
"Let's see that gold," said Bill. "Maybe that's what we need to get some girls over here."
"First we need to do some shots!" Adam stuck his hand up to try to get the attention of a waitress.
I leaned over and talked into Chris' ear. "Hey, I think I'm going to get going. I'm starting to get a headache and it's kind of late. Congrats again on winning your race." I kissed him on the cheek and walked toward the exit.
Going For Gold - Chapter 4
Sunday
Alina
Eight years ago, the genius marketing team for the company that produces Kinesio tape had decided to donate it by the truckload to the International Tournament of Athletes. The results were exactly what they wanted - athletes covered themselves in the colorful tape in all sorts of fun patterns, creating a buzz on social media. The copycat effect of lesser athletes was nearly instantaneous. Amateur athletes all around the world started plastering the tape all over their muscles in an effort to look like their heroes. Kristen was one of those athletes. For years she thought it was purely a fashion accessory until our trainer in college told her that there were specific methods to apply the tape that would aid blood flow and help muscles heal after workouts. She didn't care. The tape had become part of her pregame ritual, and she wasn't about to change that.
Other girls on the team had different pregame rituals. Some prayed. Others did their hair in a certain way or wore a special headband or blocked the world out with oversized, colorful, noise cancelling headphones, listening to the same playlist of five or six songs that they've listened to before every game since middle school. One girl I used to play with would tape each of her fingers and then rip the tape with her teeth, finger by finger mutating from a sweet teenage girl into a hungry wolf ready to rip the other team to shreds.
Me? I didn't need any of that. I just needed the sound of the crowd cheering.
"Ready?" asked Kristen. Red, white, and blue Kinesio tape ran down her arms and legs.
"Ready," I replied. I took a deep breath and got ready to run through the tunnel onto the court. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach.
The second we burst onto the court, all my pregame jitters dissipated. The atmosphere was electric. Twelve thousand people were seated around Maracanazinho Stadium, all waiting to watch us play. In any other setting it would have terrified me to be the center of attention of so many people. Public speaking in front of all these people? Forget it. But volleyball was different. I had practiced volleyball for years. I knew I was good at it. Damn good. When I was on that court, it was my time to shine.
Kristen served a practice ball low and hard right over the net. I easily dug it to our setter and got ready for the next serve. We did a few more of those to get comfortable and make sure the other team was watching, and then Kristen started serving high to my left. I lunged for the ball and missed. Not because I was bad, but because we were setting the other team up. High and to the left was actually where I preferred the serves. A little gamesmanship never hurt, right?
After a half hour of warm-ups, we lined up in two parallel lines. The bench players were called first, and then they got to my name. I ran between the two lines of my teammates, them all slapping my ass as I ran. At the end I jumped up to high-five each of our coaches and then took my place on the back line. God, I loved the feeling of the announcer calling my name and everyone cheering. It was such a rush.
While I waited for that to finish, I looked around to find Chris in the audience. Usually it was pretty easy, but normally the crowd was nowhere near this big. Before I could spot him, the introductions ended and it was time to high five the other team under the net.
Including Gabriela Santos.
I went down the line giving high-fives. When I got to Gabriela, she locked eyes with me and smiled, just like she always did when we played each other. And just like always, it crawled under my skin. God, I hated that bitch.
I took a deep breath and tried to channel my hatred into positive energy for the game.
And it must have worked, because we crushed them in the first game of the match. I was getting all my digs, and Kristen was nailing all her spikes. It seemed like it only took a few minutes for us to take them down 25 to 11. The match was best out of 5, so if we could just keep it rolling for two more games, we'd win the match and knock Brazil and Gabriela out of the tournament. After Brazil was gone, there weren't really any other teams that would pose much of a threat to our bid for the gold medal.
