Page 24 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Tuesday

Bryce

I pulled my phone out as I walked toward the village square.

There was a text message from Alina, asking if I had gotten sick again and if I was feeling okay.

She asked if she could bring me soup. No one ever worried about me.

For some reason her concern made me feel warm and fuzzy.

I meant what I had said to her earlier. It was nice that someone was looking out for me, that someone actually cared.

Em worried about me to a certain degree, but I was the one that took care of her, not the other way around.

I typed out a text. "Sorry about running out on you.

You're right, I wasn't feeling well." I hated lying, but I couldn't pull her into the mess I was in.

"As great as soup sounds, I don't think us being alone together in my room is great for my chances at gold tomorrow or yours this weekend," I added and pressed send.

I didn't care if it was forward. She knew how I felt about her.

And I was pretty sure I knew how she felt about me.

She was staring at me earlier like she wanted me to fuck her right in the train.

But she needed to focus on winning her games so she could get the money she needed to take over for her grandmother.

I wasn't going to stand in the way of making her dreams come true.

Thinking about the way her face lit up when she talked about the bakery made me smile. She had to win gold. She just had to.

Besides, I had my own race to worry about. I needed to focus so that I wouldn't end up like Liam. Or worse...if they did something to Em. Just the thought made me actually feel like vomiting.

After I got this meeting out of the way, I'd try to get some sleep.

I wasn't favored to win. Ervan Cook from Jamaica was supposed to win all of his races, including the one against me.

But no one knew how hard I had been training.

I wouldn't cheat to get my gold. And I knew I didn't have to. I could do this. For Em.

Isadora was waiting for me outside the north village exit, just as instructed.

Part of me expected her to show up in thigh-high leather boots and a short leather skirt, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had instead worn a fairly normal outfit of jean shorts and a cut off Team Brazil tank top.

"Hi, Isadora," I said. "Thanks for agreeing to help me out."

"You decide to fuck me?" she asked.

"What? No. I really need your help."

"Oh," she replied with a small smile. And for the first time, I thought her smile might actually be genuine. "What do you need for me to do?"

"We can talk about that once we get inside. But first we need to figure out how to get you through security. I was thinking I could go through with my security pass, and then I could pass it to you through the fence. They might notice that the picture..."

"Are the guards all men?" asked Isadora.

"Uh, yeah, I think so."

"Then it is no problem. I show you." Isadora confidently walked over to the security checkpoint and put her bag on the scanner. The guard waved her through the metal detector and then put a hand up to stop her.

"ID please," he said.

Isadora reached into her pockets and came up empty. She feigned a confused look and then reached into her bra to pretend like she might have stashed it in there instead.

"I don't know where it went," she said, in an accent that didn't sound as thick. "I must have left it in my dorm."

The guard shook his head. "Sorry, no entry without an ID."

"What if you search me? I promise I'm not carrying any naughty weapons." Isadora bent over the conveyer belt and spread her legs. When the guard didn't immediately respond, she shook her ass a little.

"Are you trying to get me fired?" asked the guard. "I guess you can pass, but don't tell anyone."

Isadora stood up and smiled at him. "Thank you."

Damn, she's actually pretty good at this. This might work even better than I had hoped.

I went through next without any issues and then met up with Isadora again.

"How'd you know that would work?" I asked.

"Just because Rodrigo uses me for my body doesn't mean I don't have other talents too," she said in her normal accent. "Men are, what do you say," she paused for a second, searching for the word, "stupid."

"Do you not like Rodrigo?"

"My feeling does not matter. I belong to him."

"Have you ever tried to escape?"

"I've thought sometimes, but it's impossible. And I have nobody close in my life. I would have no money and nowhere to go."

"What if I told you I could help?"

She looked at me skeptically. "Why help me?"

"Rodrigo threatened to kill my sister. He threatens to take what's most important to me, I'll take what's most important to him."

"I'm not most important to him. That is money."

"That's why you're going to take his money too. Somewhere, he has a slip of paper that's going to be worth millions if I succeed in rigging the games for him. All you have to do is find it and steal it from him."

"Where would I go to?"

"Disappear. Go wherever you want. You'll have all the money you ever need."

"I will consider. Is that why you brought me here? For talking?"

"No, I also need you to help me with something else. Did you bring the sex toys?"

Isadora opened her bag and started pulling out toys. "Dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators, cock rings."

"Good."

"Strap ons, ping pong balls, a rubber chicken..."

Rubber chicken? What? "Okay, I get the idea. You came well prepared."

"So what are these for?"

"There's a table tennis player named Marco Kramer. He's staying in Room 712 of Dorm 9. I want you to go there and show him the time of his life."

Isadora frowned. "How will that sabotage? You think I'm unpleasant to be with? I'm good at the sex."

"No. I'm sure you are. Just make sure that by the time you're done with him, he has trouble walking."

"You want me to use the sex toys on the ass?"

"It sounds weird when you say it like that, but yes."

"That's easy. This one will work especially well for the ass." Isadora reached into her bag and pulled out a floppy black dildo that was easily a foot long.

Poor Marco. "I'd rather not know exactly how it goes down. Just get it done."

"Okay. Anything else you need of me?"

"That's all. Thanks for your help, Isadora. And good luck finding Rodrigo's ticket. I don't know what he did to your family, but we'll make him pay."