Billionaires | Art Donaldson

07

*18+ warning*

It was still so light outside. And as Art was carrying all of his stuff I was few steps back following him trying not to raise any suspicion. When the coast was clear there I was entering his dorm. He wasn't waiting desperately by the door, or on the bed, he wasn't naked already like most guys did. He was just calmly putting his stuff away.

I stood quietly by the door, observing Art Donaldson as he went about tidying up his gear. The room was filled with the scent of sweat and the faint echo of bouncing tennis balls from earlier matches. Despite the mundane task at hand, I couldn't help but feel a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

There was an odd charm to the scene, nothing intimate or profound, just the simple act of a person putting away their belongings. Yet, in its simplicity, I found it strangely amusing. As Art busied himself with arranging his rackets and elbow braces, I remained there, waiting patiently for the opportune moment to enact my plan.

"What so funny?" Art glanced up, catching the glint of my smile. His eyes met mine briefly, curiosity evident in his expression. A shy smirk apeared on his face.

"Nothing." I brushed it off as my smile only grew bigger dismissing the question he asked.

"Oh yeah nothing? What is it?" he pressed, his tone light yet insistent. Unable to contain my amusement any longer, I continued to giggle, the sound filling the air between us. Art's brow furrowed slightly as he approached, his eyes searching mine for an explanation.

"Do I have something on my face. What is it?" he questioned, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"No. You don't." I shook my head once more, my smile now verging on laughter. Trying to avoid his eyes meeting mine. A moment of silence passed between us, punctuated only by the soft rustle of clothing as Art moved closer.

"Do I make you nervous?" I noticed the shift in his voice, from soft and playful to deeper and more serious.

"Not really." I replied, meeting his gaze. His towering presence made me feel small, vulnerable. His eyes, once bright, now darkened with intensity, held me captive, like a predator assessing its prey. A surge of nervousness fluttered within me as the unspoken tension between us thickened. It was as if a storm brewed in his gaze, hinting at hidden desires and untapped potential. In that moment, I realized there was more to this encounter than mere amusement.

"You make me nervous. Eleonora." he tucked my hair behind my ear, while licking his lips. The tension only grew bigger by the second.

"Do I?" I asked as I tiptoed closer to him. I slowly kissed his neck, feeling the hot skin underneath my lips.

"Mhmm.." he sighted.

"You're driving me absolutely insane," he growled, pressing me hard against the wall. Yet, in an instant, his gaze softened, the fire in his eyes flickering into something gentler, almost pleading.

"I'll go take a shower. Stay here. Okay?" the switch in his eyes was now explained.

"Okay." I nodded. I sat on the bed watching him get ready to go to the shower.

My heart was racing. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins as he took off his shirt and walked into the bathroom in his dorm. I stood there awkwardly in the room, listening to the water hitting the shower. I couldn't wait another minute.

I walked into the bathroom, the hot steam blurred my vision, but I could clearly see him. His back muscles relaxed and tensed as he washed his hair. I could see the bubbles slowly trailing down his body, and that was enough for me to strip out of my clothes.