Page 15 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Okay." I wanted to believe him. I really did. But he just seemed like he was hiding something. There was only one way to find out for sure. "Can I see your phone?"

"Why?"

"So I can see if you took any other pictures."

"Uh, I think I left my phone at home." He had a worried look on his face.

I reached out and felt his pocket where he always kept his phone. It was there.

"Okay, okay. Fine. She might have kissed me once."

"What?!" You lying asshole!

"It was just a peck. Nothing, really. I pushed her off right away."

"Are you sure that's all?"

"Yes."

"Next are you going to tell me that she sucked your penis a little bit? Or maybe you guys played just the tip?"

"Alina, stop. I love you. I would never cheat on you." He reached for my hand, but I pulled away.

When I moved my hand, I realized I had been clinching my fists so hard that my nails had dug into my palms. I took a deep breath and tried to regain control. "Maybe so. But I need some time."

"What does that mean? Are you breaking up with me?"

"No. I don't know. I just need some time away from all this."

"Time? How much time?"

"I need to focus on the tournament, Chris. You already have your gold medal, but I don't. I still have three games to play, and I'm not going to let our relationship ruin another game."

"So you just want me to disappear for the next week?"

"Yes. I think that's for the best."

"Come on. This is ridiculous."

"No, it's not. It's ridiculous that you made out with Gabriela and that I had to find out by seeing pictures of it in the middle of my match." Saying it made me want to cry again.

"We didn't make out..."

"I don't know what to believe anymore. Please just stay away from me until the tournament is finished. And if you care at all about me, try not to take anymore selfies with topless whores." I turned around to go into my room.

He grabbed my wrist. "Don't throw all the blame on me, Alina."

"Excuse me?"

"I won gold. I wanted to celebrate and you ran off on me. What was I supposed to do?"

Seriously? I bit the inside of my cheek. "So it's my fault that you cheated on me?"

"You knew what I wanted."

"And I told you that I couldn't." I had lowered my voice slightly. "I'm still competing..."

"And if you were a good girlfriend, you'd put me first."

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