Page 7 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Sunday

Alina

Our plans for a nice, relaxing movie night were ruined when we got to the dorm and found Chris waiting outside.

"Get out of here," said Kristen, blocking his path to me.

Chris tried to get around her to talk to me. "Can I at least explain what happened?"

"No," snapped Kristen. "She doesn't want to talk to you."

"But I didn't even do anything wrong. Yes, I was hanging out with Gabriela after you left, but nothing happened."

"Yeah, okay," said Kristen. "So she just had her tits out for no reason?"

"Kristen," I said. "Let him explain." Part of me really hoped he was telling the truth.

What he had done was bad, but if nothing else happened, it was forgivable.

I wasn't going to flush my relationship down the toilet just because Chris got drunk and Gabriela can't keep her top on.

It was partially my fault, anyway. If I had just been a good girlfriend and stayed to help him celebrate winning a gold medal, none of it would have ever happened.

"Can we talk in private?" asked Chris.

"Yeah," I said. "I think we should."

"Are you sure?" asked Kristen.

"Yeah. Go ahead and get the movie ready and I'll be right in."

She looked disappointed with me, but she didn't argue.

As soon as she was gone, Chris flashed me his charming smile and tried to hug me. I pushed him off.

"Your smile isn't going to get you out of this," I said. "Start talking."

"What's there to talk about? Nothing happened."

"Well, I wouldn't say that. I mean, those pictures pretty clearly showed you hanging out with Gabriela at Club Blue. You know I hate her."

"Yeah," said Chris, rubbing his forehead. "I was too drunk to realize it was her. I just thought it was some random girl coming to hang out with us. If I had realized it was her, obviously I never would have done it."

"Done it? Done what, Chris?" What the fuck did he do?

"Hung out with her."

"That's it?"

"Yeah. Like I said, nothing happened."

"Then why'd she have her top off?"

"I don't know. She just randomly took her shirt off."

"Lucky you. Did she randomly have sex with you too?

"What? No!" Chris threw his arms up in exasperation.

"You know, I'm pretty sure she fucked three guys yesterday, so she probably gave you AIDS. I hope you enjoyed getting sloppy fourths."

"What are you talking about, Alina? How many times do I have to tell you that nothing happened?"

"If nothing happened, why'd you seem so guilty when I confronted you after my game?"

"How'd I seem guilty? You didn't even give me a chance to talk."

"You got really upset and asked me where I got the photos. If nothing happened, you would have just laughed it off."

Chris shook his head, but he didn't say anything.

"Well?"

"I got upset because I didn't even remember hanging out with her. I thought someone had photoshopped that picture to try to mess with me or something."

"If you can't remember anything, then how do you know that nothing happened?"

"I didn't remember it this morning. But seeing the picture made it all come back. I clearly remember leaving with Bill and Adam and going back to the swim team house. You can even ask them. They'll tell you."

I took a deep breath and tried to process everything he'd said. It seemed like he was telling the truth.

"By the way, where'd those photos come from?" he asked.

"Someone put them on my seat during the first game of the match. That's why I played like shit after that and made us lose."

Chris snapped his fingers. "Oh my God. Gabriela set me up."

"What?"

"She must have seen we were together when we were up on stage. And then when you left, she saw a great opportunity to take some topless selfies with me that she knew would get under your skin. Boom. I'm innocent. I was set up!"

"That conniving little bitch. I can't believe I let her play me like that."

Chris smiled. "So are we good?"

"I do believe you that nothing happened, but I'm still upset that you were hanging out with her topless."

"What should I have done? Just got up and left?"

"Uh, yes. That's exactly what you should have done. How would you feel if I was out with my friends and some guy started swinging his dick around? And then what if I grabbed my camera and started snapping some selfies of me looking super happy next to a big naked penis?"

"That's different..."

"Not really."

"Okay, fine. I should have left. I'm sorry."

It really took him this long to apologize? Wow.

"So are we cool now?" he asked.

"Do you promise that nothing else happened?"

"Yes."

"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."

I pulled my wrist out of his grip. "That's not fair, Chris. You were on a sex ban too. You didn't try to pressure me until you won your event. You're the one that wouldn't put me first. This is such a double standard."

"You don't even care if you win. You're retiring after this."

"I don't care? Of course I care! I want to go out on top. And you know that I need the money to..."

"Right. So money is more important than me?"

"Chris! That's not what I was saying."

"Do you have any idea what I've given up for you? All the girls I turned away in college because we were together?"

It felt like he had slapped me. "It shouldn't have felt like you were giving up anything if you loved me."

"Well it did. Talk to me when you let this go. Oh, wait, you can't. Because you never let anything go. You can't even beat Gabriela in a game because she bullied you..."

"Stop." My voice was barely a whisper.

"That's what I thought. This isn't even about me. You're just jealous that Gabriela..."

"Stop."

"For the record, she had a game the next day too. Yet she stayed to help celebrate my victory. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from your arch nemesis."

"It's not a break, Chris. We're done." I opened the door and escaped into my dorm room, slamming the door behind me.