Infamous Like Us (Like Us #10) Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 162567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
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I tear my eyes off the magazine to look at the reporter.

“I’m really proud of Frankie.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, the strand smelling like chlorine since I came to this hotel directly from the pool. “She swam great, and she deserved the win.”

I’m a blender of emotions, swirling together. Pride for her. Disappointment for me. Too mixed to pick apart. My stomach tosses and turns.

The reporter crosses her leg on the opposing chair. I’m not sure I gave her the answer she was looking for, and I notice how she scrutinizes my jacket—a red windbreaker.

I’m not wearing Team USA merch.

I’m wearing Akara’s windbreaker, sleeves bunched up to my elbows. Usually, I never wear red. Not since we confirmed our relationship publicly. It draws too much attention—paparazzi can spot me in the masses too fast, but I saw the jacket lying on Akara’s duffel in my room. And I just slipped it on before we left.

Like a layer of confidence.

To remind myself, I can be public. I can give an interview like the other athletes. I’m here.

But the longer she studies the jacket, I wonder if she’s going to ask who it belongs to. I sit on pins and needles and finally breathe when she glances at her notes and changes to a different question.

“You’ll be swimming with Tobias Kingly later tonight in the Mixed Relay. Twitter is buzzing with anticipation about that final. Are you nervous at all?”

Kingly.

I never imagined competing with my childhood idol, and even though I’ve seen an assholish side of him this year, I’m still looking forward to that event.

Even if I’m scared as fuck to let him down. Let myself down. With the way these Summer Games have been going, I’m probably looking at another silver. It’s hard to be happy about that result. Especially when the other swimmers on the relay team are relying on my time.

I choose my words carefully, so I don’t drop an f-bomb. “I’m a little nervous.”

I suck at lying, so I don’t even try.

“But,” I continue, “I’m more excited to get into the water and compete again.” To prove I’m not a second-place finisher. I have to prove it to myself and to my baby.

My baby.

Please don’t ask questions about the cinnamon roll. Not that the reporter has anything to go on. We’ve been very cautious and very secretive about my pregnancy so far. But we haven’t had to shelter the news for that long yet.

Plus, Akara, Banks, and I have a track record for being fucking awful at keeping secrets. Someone usually finds out. I just don’t want that “someone” to be the media, or worse, the world.

I risk a glance to my right. Crew for GBA News are gathered around camera equipment, and next to them, my boyfriends look dapper in white button-downs and black slacks. Earpieces in, they’re 100% on-duty and stand stoic and on guard, waiting for my interview to end.

Akara whispers something to Banks, while Banks nods subtly to me like you’re doing great, mermaid. I take a bigger breath.

And then Akara winks in my direction.

I try not to burst into a smile.

“Last Olympics, you had no nerves,” the reporter reminds me. “And I quote, ‘I’m too focused to let those feelings in’.”

Damn.

She had a quote from my eighteen-year-old self at the ready just to fling at my face.

Total seriousness in her perfectly penciled brows, she asks, “What’s changed from then to now?”

I know she’s baiting me.

I’m not fucking dumb. She wants me to broach the topic of my boyfriends so that it becomes free game to bring my relationship into this interview.

I hate thinking it, but my first thought is: What would Charlie do?

He’s run circles around my head before, and if anyone can help me navigate an interview where I’m being cornered, it’d probably be my cousin.

“The biggest change…” I say, building up the anticipation.

She leans forward in her chair.

I smile softly. “…is probably being in a relay with Tobias Kingly.” It’s not a lie.

She sinks backward, a little disappointed by the less than salacious truth. But I’m not done. I’m about to admit something that’ll be super embarrassing, but it’ll at least pry the attention off my poly relationship and give her what she wants—entertainment. “I never told the press this. But I used to have a poster of Kingly in my bedroom.”

Her face lights up. “Is that so?”

I’d bet Akara is internally groaning.

“I really wanted to be as great as him.” My heart hurts saying these words out loud because a part of me doesn’t feel as if I’ve earned that title yet, and with my lack of golds this year, I might not ever be that great.

The reporter nods. “He is one of a kind.”

Then what am I?

I just nod stiffly.

“We polled the audience to see which question they wanted answered most.” She glances down at her notes, and my stomach does a little nosedive. “The most popular topic is body hair regime.” Fuck me. I keep a composed face. “Do you wax or shave or do full laser hair removal like other swimmers?”


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