Page 13 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Monday

Bryce

I couldn't believe it, but I actually had butterflies in my stomach as we waited for the girls to arrive. It was like I was back in fifth grade again.

"Dude, what's that guy's deal?" asked Tim, signaling with his eyes for us to look behind him.

Alex and I turned to see what he was looking at, but nothing stood out. All I saw was a big fence separating the athlete's village from the rest of the city, a few guards at the gate, and a guy leaning against the fence smoking a cigarette.

"Who?" I asked.

"The smoker. He keeps staring at us. Now why don't you idiots quit making it so obvious that we're talking about him."

"He's probably just mesmerized by the hair gel dripping down your forehead," said Alex. "I think you might have used a little too much. I'm concerned you might get a stain on your dinner jacket."

Tim got a worried look on his face and whipped out his compact mirror to check on his perfectly quaffed hair.

He checked a few angles and then snapped it shut.

"I don't know what you're talking about.

My hair looks fantastic, although I'm not sure how much longer it will last. Not even Paul Mitchell's finest gel can last long in this heat. The other day in Cosmo I read..."

"Hey!" said two girls.

I spun around. Alina and Kristen were standing behind us.

I probably should have been more subtle, but I couldn't prevent myself from giving Alina the up-down.

Her dress was fairly conservative on top, but it hugged her tiny waist perfectly and showed off her great legs.

I snapped my focus back to her face. "Hey, Alina," I said, going in for the hug.

I got a nice whiff of Alina's perfume. Cherries? Maybe. I could never tell the difference between all those scents. It all either smelled like cherries or cookies. Whatever it was, it smelled good.

"So now that we're not on our secret..." Alina started, but Tim put his finger across her lips to shush her. She swatted his hand away. "Sorry, I just wanted to find out your real names."

Tim stepped back and smoothed his ridiculous maroon dinner jacket. "This is Alex, and I'm Tim." He locked eyes with Kristen and gave a flourished bow. "It's a pleasure to see you again, m'lady."

"I figured bringing him would give us good entertainment for the evening," I whispered to Alina as Kristen introduced herself to Tim.

He, of course, kissed the back of her hand.

Alina stifled a laugh and whispered, "Is he always like this? I think Kristen has a crush on him."

"Unfortunately, yes. He is."

"Is he gay?" she asked.

I laughed. "Officially? No. Unofficially..."

Alex cleared his throat. Alina and I quit whispering and looked up.

He was standing awkwardly by himself while Tim taught Kristen how to do a proper curtsey and Alina and I whispered to each other.

It was obvious that he held the unenviable position of being the fifth wheel.

I would have tried to get Kristen and Alina to bring a third volleyball girl, but I wouldn't wish Alex on anyone.

"Sorry," I said.

"So where are we going?" asked Alina.

"Some steak place. Hopefully it'll be good. Tim said it had pretty good reviews on trip advisor."

"Perfect," said Alina. "I've been craving some meat."

"Yeah, Alina loves meat in her mouth," said Kristen.

Alina started to turn red. "Oh my God. I didn't mean it like that. I meant steak meat, not penis meat. Not that I don't like penises, it's just I'm really hungry for steak. And I should stop talking now."

Kristen cut in. "Sorry, Alina's having a little trouble thinking straight. Our coach has banned us from sex for the past four weeks. Did your coach give you guys a sex ban too?"

I tried not to show my excitement. I knew Alina had a boyfriend, but with things being "complicated" between them and Alina being horny as hell, things could get interesting later in the week.

Tim laughed. "Yeah. We aren't even allowed to masturbate.

It's been kind of funny, actually. It's like boner-city in the showers after practice.

A little hot water and boom, boner time.

" He turned to Alina. "You probably know all about that though after you wandered into the men's locker room the other day. "

Alina caught my gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly. She didn't need to speak to communicate a very clear, "What the fuck is wrong with Tim?"

I shrugged. I had no explanation for the odd shit Tim said. D oes he really check everyone out in the shower? I made a mental note to stay away from Tim in the locker room.

"Shouldn't we get going so we aren't late to dinner?" asked Alex.

"Good idea," I said.

As we walked through the gate, I glanced over at the guy that Tim had accused of being creepy.

The dude stared at me for a second and then flicked his cigarette and ground it into the sidewalk with the heal of his scuffed Timberland boots.

There was a pile of about three dozen other cigarette butts in the same spot.

Does this guy do anything other than stand here and smoke?

He pulled out his phone, typed out a text, and walked away.

"Alright, our Uber should be here any minute," said Tim.

Just as he finished his sentence, a black car with an Uber sticker in the window pulled up.