Page 113 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

After I received my scores, the stage crew quickly set up the three-tiered medal podium while the girls who placed fourth and fifth were escorted off stage. A few guys in suits appeared on stage, as well as three women in traditional Brazilian outfits holding silver platters with the medals and flowers.

"Can I put on some clothes before we start?" I whispered to Owen.

He shook his head. "Sorry, we're already way behind on a tight schedule. The closing ceremonies can't begin until we're done here."

Oh well. I figured it was worth a try, but it really didn't matter that much. What mattered was that I was going to be standing on that gold podium, looking down at Gabriela. I held my towel firmly around myself.

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Owen Harris. "Tonight, we've witnessed history being made as these women competed in the first ever tiebreaker event of these great games. Without further ado, let me present our medalists."

"Winning bronze, and representing Russia, Irina Alexandrov!"

Irina was greeted with warm applause as she stepped onto the lowest of the three podiums. One of the men in suits stepped forward along with the girl carrying the bronze medal tray. Dramatic music played as he put the medal around her neck and shook her hand. Another one of the suits approached and handed her the flowers on the tray.

Owen let her wave and enjoy the moment before moving on. "Winning silver, and representing Brazil, Gabriela Santos!"

The applause was louder for her, but the look on her face made it clear she didn't care. She was pissed that she didn't win gold. Her frowning face was a million times better than her smug smile.

She received her silver medal and flowers and then it was my turn. It felt like I couldn't breathe. This is really happening.

"And finally, winning gold for the United States of America, Alina Smith!"

I was met with thunderous applause as I waved to the audience and stepped onto the gold medal platform. I had imagined this moment a million times, but never quite like this. In my dreams, I was always fully clothed and surrounded by my volleyball team. Oh well.

I bent down to allow the old guy in the suit to put the gold medal around my neck.

"Congratulations," he said, shaking my hand.

"Thank you," I said.

Another guy came up to give me flowers.

The suits walked away and the crowd cheered some more. I waved back at them and looked around, soaking in every detail of this moment. The crowd cheering, the American flag above my head, the pissy look on Gabriela's face. It was all perfect.

Except one thing. I thought about the first thing that Bryce had done when he had won his gold. He had run toward me. Would he want me to run toward him? After everything I had just done to win? I looked toward the side of the stage. A fe

w of the backup dancers were standing there with towels around their waists. Their masks were off. But none of them were Bryce.

"This is bullshit," Gabriela said. "You should be disqualified." She was still trying to wipe away the cum that I had gotten on her.

"I would have thought a slut like you would be used to being covered in cum. Or are you not good enough to make guys cum?"

"Fuck you." She looked like she was about to cry.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said Owen. "Please stand for the national anthem of the United States of America."

The Star-Spangled Banner started playing in the speakers. I put my hand over my heart. Luckily the towel was covering up my chest so that I wouldn't be sticking my hand in cum.

As I stood there listening to the music, my horniness subsided and a horrible realization swept over me. What the fuck did I just do? Before the performance I had been horrified by the thought of stripping down to my underwear in front of the cameras. And then I had come out here and had sex. No, sex wasn't a strong enough word for what I did. I got fucked by a bunch of strangers and took an insanely big dick in my ass. Those things would forever be available on the internet for anyone to view, if they hadn't seen it already. Images flooded into my head of me introducing myself to someone and them saying, "Oh, I know you. You sure are good at taking a cumshot."

And what is Bryce going to think of me? He had to have been one of the guys fucking me, but I didn't understand why he didn't take his mask off to stop me. It was super weird that I didn't even know if the man I love had just had sex with me.

The national anthem ended and the crowd cheered again for me.

The man I love. I was in love with Bryce. But there was no way he'd want me now. Not after everything I had just done.

I turned toward the side of the stage again. And there he was. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his lips were set in a straight line. He had a black eye. And there was blood under his nose. Oh my God. My chest started to hurt. It felt like I couldn't breathe.

It wasn't "dance fighting" or whatever the hell I had called it. It wasn't part of the routine. He had been trying to stop it. And I was too stupid or too horny or too something to notice. He looked so upset. He looked so hurt.

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