Page 21 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Tuesday

Bryce

My morning walk over to the practice arena had quickly become one of my favorite parts of my daily routine at the ITAs.

I would always leave a few minutes before Tim and Alex and grab a breakfast bar at my favorite food stand and then take the long way to the practice arena.

They were both awesome, but living with them was a little much.

These few minutes every morning were exactly what I needed to stay sane.

But today, my walk served another purpose. It was the first time I could look at Rodrigo's phone since last night without Tim and Alex looking over my shoulder.

I took a deep breath and pulled the phone out of my backpack.

Maybe there won't be any messages. Maybe Rodrigo will have forgotten about me.

I clicked on the email folder and smiled when it came up empty.

Then I remembered that he said we'd be communicating through drafts to leave less of a trail. Damn.

I opened up the drafts folder and clicked on the message:

Your expertise is required for two events taking place tomorrow. Win your race, and make sure that Marco Kramer loses in the Table Tennis finals. I don't think I need to remind you what's at stake here.

I already intended to win my race, but knowing that Em's life depended on it did make me slightly more nervous. Sabotaging the competition crossed my mind for a split second, but I quickly buried the thought. I had worked my whole life for this race. I could do this.

Marco Kramer was a whole different matter though.

A quick Google search told me that he was heavily favored to win gold.

How was I going to sabotage him with only one day of planning?

For Yao Kai, we had done a week of surveillance and learned his every move before breaking into his room.

Not to mention that I had the help of my friends.

I was going to have to go solo on this one since it was going to effect an actual event.

Shit, shit, shit. How am I supposed to do this alone? And how will I live with myself knowing that I robbed a man of his dream just so fucking Rodrigo can make a few bucks?

The morning air suddenly felt stifling. I sat down on a bench and tried to regain my composure. There had to be a solution to this. I just had to think.

I sat there for a good five minutes thinking through every possibility, but nothing was coming to me.

It was all too risky or too awful or both.

Sometimes I found that I thought best when I wasn't actively trying to think about something, so I pulled out my other phone and started scanning the news.

The top story was about Liam being missing, and the second story was something about the ITA Committee announcing that Germany, China, Russia, Brazil, and the USA will take part in a tiebreaker event if necessary at the end of the games.

I clicked on the article and read it on my way to the practice arena.

There was a list of events that experts were hypothesizing Brazil might choose to be the tiebreaker.

Since they were the host nation, they got to choose.

The most popular theory was that they would choose footvolley, which as the name would imply is volleyball played only with feet.

The end of the article mentioned that the odds of the tiebreaker actually happening were extremely small, which made me think that maybe the tiebreaker was Rodrigo's ultimate goal.

After all, if he wanted to make money fixing the ITAs, the best way to maximize his investment would be to bet on the outcome least likely to happen.

I got up and started walking toward the practice arena.

Luckily there was something else that helped distract me from Rodrigo.

Or someone else, rather. Alina. I knew that she needed time to get over her ex.

It was good that I hadn't gotten to say goodbye to her last night, because I would have ended up kissing her goodnight.

And if I gave into kissing her, I knew it would lead to more.

I wouldn't be able to stop myself. It wasn't the sex ban that was getting to me, though.

It was more so the fact that I hadn't had sex since I broke up with my last girlfriend six months ago.

I guess it was a self-inflicted sex ban.

It wasn't just a lack of sex that had me wanting Alina, though.

I had never been so attracted so instantaneously to anyone.

And it wasn't just physical. She was easy to talk to and funny.

I'm sure we didn't have similar childhoods.

I wouldn't have wished my childhood on anyone.

But she seemed to understand me. Maybe it was because of what happened between her and that bully at NYCU.

Or maybe it was something else. But I wanted to know more about her.

I wanted to take the time to get to know those things.

Certain parts of my anatomy disagreed with me.

And I could tell that the same thing was on Alina's mind.

The way she pressed her thighs together when Tim was talking about devil's threesomes.

The way she reacted to my hands on her hips.

The way she looked at me when she bumped into me in the locker room.

The way she looked at me even when I was fully clothed.

I knew because I was looking at her the same way.

Like I wanted to rip all her clothes off and fuck her in the first place we could find to be alone.

And now I was starting to get hard. Shit.

I shifted my athletic shorts. They were horrible at hiding boners.

I opened my locker and saw a flyer for a prostitute laying on top of my stuff. There was a message written on top of it: "Dude, I think I found the one!"

It took me a second to realize that Alex had put this here. Why didn't Rodrigo kidnap him instead? I was sure he would have loved to help Rodrigo in exchange for some quality time with Rodrigo's girls. It was a match made in heaven.

Wait a second! That's it! All of a sudden, a plot started for form in my head. I knew what I had to do. And it was absolutely perfect.

I pulled out my burner phone and created a new draft:

Consider it done. I need your help though. Send Isadora to the north village exit tonight at 8. Have her bring her favorite sex toys.

The sound of wet feet slapping against the tile floor made me hit save and throw the phone in my locker.

I looked up just in time to see Tim skid to a stop at the end of the hallway.

He put one hand on the wall to stop his slide and grabbed the top of his towel with his other hand, just barely saving me from getting an eyeful of his junk.

"Dude, you've got to come see this!" he yelled.

"What is it? A naked girl?" I hoped the answer was yes, because that was the only acceptable reason for a man to be so worked up after coming from the showers in the men's locker room.

"No time to explain. Just come look."

"Oh God, did you find Liam? Please tell me he's alive."

"What? No. Come on, hurry!"

"I'm coming." I slammed my locker shut and reluctantly followed Tim into the foggy showers.

After passing a few shower stalls, Tim turned to me and whispered. "Okay, don't be obvious about it, but walk past and look in that shower." He pointed at one of the shower stalls on our right.

"Why shouldn't I be obvious about it? Unless there's a naked girl in that shower, I'm leaving."

"Just look. I promise it's worth it."

A guy with a towel around his waist exited a shower stall at the end of the hall and came towards us. As he passed, he gave us a weird look.

We stood there awkwardly until he was out of the hall. "This is getting weird," I said. "I'm leaving." I turned to walk away.

"If you don't look, I'm going to yell pervert."

"You wouldn't..."

"Three, two..."

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll look."

Tim smiled triumphantly as I walked toward the shower stall that he so badly wanted me to see. The curtain was mostly pulled, but it was cracked enough for me to be able to look in. I faced straight ahead as I passed, just looking out the corner of my eye into the stall.

There was no body, and there was no naked girl. In fact, there didn't seem to be anything at all. I stopped and pulled the curtain back more.

"Dude! What are you doing?" whisper-yelled Tim. "You're going to freak him out!"

Him!? Was Tim seriously trying to get me to check out some dude in the shower? I was about to tell Tim that there was no one in there, but I decided to mess with him instead. I leaned back out of the stall and turned to Tim. "It's okay. He said he wants to meet you."

Tim's eyes got wide. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, come on." I beckoned him over.

He hesitated for a second and then approached. The eager look on his face dissipated when he saw the stall was empty. "What the hell? Where'd he go?"

"Where did who go?" I asked. "Did you really want me to look at some guy showering?"

"Well it sounds weird when you say it like that."

"Is there another way to say it?"

"Uh, yes. You could say I wanted you to see an interesting physical specimen."

"That might be worse. Actually, it's definitely worse."

"Seriously, where could he have gone? He was there one second, and now he's gone."

"The other set of lockers?" I said. "Or maybe this interesting physical specimen of yours has magic powers and turned invisible."

"I hadn't considered that, but I guess it's possible. That's the only explanation of how his penis could be that big."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, no longer whispering.

"No. Dude, you'd understand if you saw it. This thing was insane. It was bigger than most fully erect penises, and I don't think he was even hard."

I couldn't help but laugh. Tim was already the weirdest person I knew by a long shot, but this just confirmed it. "Tim, can you do me a favor?"

"Track down the penis magician so that we can learn his ways? Yes. Challenge accepted."

"What? No. Not even close. In fact, that's the exact opposite of what I was going to ask."

"Oh my God." Tim's eyes widened and he took a step back from me. "You want me to kill him because his monstrous penis is too powerful for mankind to handle? I think that's a little extreme."

"Never mind. I was going to tell you to not mention this to anyone to save you from endless teasing at the hands of Alex, but I can see that you're too far gone to help. Just don't mention my name when you tell people about this. And anyway, what are you doing showering before practice?"

"I always shower before practice. A gentlemen always presents himself..."

"Okay, whatever. Just hurry up and get ready so we can finish practice early and catch some of the girls' volleyball match. Or should I just tell Kristen you were too busy checking out dudes in the shower so we had to start practice late?"