Billionaires | Art Donaldson

06

That day passed quickly. Mostly because I isolated myself from the world. After I gave my best to hype up Sara I decided that It will be the best to do some work. I did some homework, I did some questions I just had stuff to do.

It was probably 11pm at this point and I was getting ready to go to bed because the next day I had early classes. I heard knocking on my door. I didn't have enough friends to normalize random knocking on my door at any point in time not 11pm at night. But I still decided to open the door.

To my surprise Tashi was standing in front of it.

"Heyy. I know is late can we talk?" she asked with concern look on her face.

FUCKKKK. I am fucked. Never in my life have I panicked this much. All of the worst things were in my head now, and most of them were about me and Art last night.

"Yeah, sure. Come in." I said as she carefully walked in my room. But, the way she was fidgeting with her hands it gave me the sense that this is more about her than it is about me. I sat down while she was still standing by the door.

"Soo..How is Sara doing?" I can hear the hesitation in her voice.

Tashi knew how to play tennis, but Tashi was horrible at fucking lying.

"She is good. Why?" I hade a rough idea where this convo was going. But I wanted to see where Tashi was willing to take it.

"She looked like she had fun last night. You know with Patrick." 

Why was she so obsessed with him. I mean last night at the party between the cold stares and gazes they didn't even talk. But they for sure caught up on everything latter on that night, or early in the morning.

"Ah yeas they did. They left kind of early tho." I said as I rolled my eyes from disappointment. Playing along with Tashi was so fun, she saw everything with the same eyes she was seeing tennis, and I knew that she was seeing this convo with the same hungry eyes.

"Art has a game tomorrow again. I have to get ready and wake up early you know. To help him. I'll be straight forward with you. Did Patrick and Sara slept together?"

So she is asking me if I know that HER and Patrick slept together. And in this moment right now I don't think so.

"Yeah. They did. I know, am sorry but she had this thing for him and.. bla bla bla. I'm sorry Tashi."

"Oh okay. Yeah is not a problem." she said with relief in her tone. 

"That's all. I'll go now. Good night." a small smile creeped on her face.

"Night." I closed the door.

So Art has a game tomorrow. I slowly start to realize that Art doesn't only play for himself, he plays for Tashi as well. It's like he is her little projection...Anyway am sure Tashi will be more than happy to see me there and to see Sara there as well.

The next day at noon I came to Sara begging her to go to that game. But she didn't want to go. Her excuse was that she didn't like tennis. I knew why she didn't want to go. But deep down we knew that Sara being herself will do something "stupid". By stupid I mean tell Art or argue with Tashi, and she doesn't want to ruin their relationship. Even tho I was doing that already. Or planning to do it.

I decided that I still wanted to go to that match. When I arrived the whole place was packed. As I sat down I saw Art getting ready. Tashi was in his face talking to him. He with all of his attention he had his gaze fixed on her as every word she said seamed to penetrate in his brain. The last thing he did was spitting out the gum in her hand and the match was about to start. But her cold gaze somehow found min in the crowd of people, staring at me intensely. 

And then for hours, we watched as Art hit every ball that came his way. I observed as every muscle in his body tensed up, his focus unwavering on one thing and one thing only: winning. With every successful score, I could see his face light up, followed by a nod of approval from Tash. It was as if he was in his element, a force to be reckoned with on the court.

My theory that Art was just Tashi's little tennis project was right. Was he aware that Tashi was cheating on him with his ex-other half? Why did he call me into his room the other night? Everything seemed too complicated. I was trying to find answers so I could give myself reasons not to hate myself for doing what I did and for planning what I was about to do.

It was over. He won. Nobody was surprised that Art Stanford's golden boy won the match. I came down and stepped onto the court. Tashi was leaving. As we passed, our gazes collided, sparking a silent exchange that reverberated with unspoken words. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still, the intensity of our shared history crackling in the charged atmosphere. And then, without hesitation, I just uttered

"I know everything," I uttered, my voice barely above a whisper, but Tashi's expression remained unchanged. With a cocky, nonchalant shrug, she continued walking, leaving me standing there, stunned. She didn't care. As I watched Tashi walk away, the weight of her indifference settled heavily upon me.

I turned around only to see Art strode off the tennis court, his fluffy hair bouncing with each confident step he took. I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Watching him approach with that winning smile plastered across his face, I couldn't contain the grin that spread across my own lips. Why was he so fucking hot?

His victory was evident in every line of his body, from the way he held himself tall to the sparkle in his bright blue eyes. As he drew nearer, I could feel my heart racing in anticipation. When he finally reached me, his smile widened, and I couldn't help but return it with equal enthusiasm. That was the least I could give him. I swear in this moment the world was put on pause. And I was only watching him.

"So I can see you again sometimes?" he gasped, still catching his breath from the exhilaration of his victory. His gaze swept over me, taking in every detail before meeting my eyes.

Caught off guard by his directness, I felt a flutter of uncertainty. But as I met his gaze, I couldn't deny the genuine warmth in his eyes, the sincerity behind his words.

"I guess so," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Despite my attempt at nonchalance, I couldn't suppress anything. I couldn't suppress how much I wanted to fuck this man right now. I couldn't suppress how much I wanted to see those clothes of his on the floor.

And in that moment I couldn't tear my gaze away as I bit my lip, an alluring gesture that was nothing more than a invite. Across from me, his grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes that sent a rush of heat straight to my core. The intensity of his stare was intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.

"Want to go to my dorm?" I just nodded as followed him to his room.

 

Author's note

A little bit longer chapter. Trying to change my style a bit and get in the grove of writing again. How do you like this chapter? Share your opinion in the comments guys. Take care. Much love Alex.