MILLION DOLLAR BABY (Challengers X Black!OC)-COMPLETED

The Winner Takes It All

August 4, 2019-New Rochelle, New York (2 A.M.)

Darkness surrounded you as you sat up and rubbed your eyes. You let them adjust for a minute before getting up to go get water. When you got back into bed, you realized that your fiancé was missing. Before you could grab your phone to text him, you heard the door open and shut, followed by soft footsteps.

"You're up." He said, clearly surprised.

"Where'd you go?"

"To get a drink. You know this hotel has a 24 hour bar?" He kicked off his shoes and pulled his shorts off before climbing in next to you. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Not really."

"Me either."

"You nervous?"

"This isn't my first challenger."

"I'm not talking about tennis."

He sighed and laid flat on his back. You laid down and rested your head on his chest. "I talked to him yesterday."

"What'd he say?"

"Basically said that he didn't give a shit about me and neither does anyone else."

"You know that's not true."

"Isn't it? I mean, besides you, who really cares? My parents sure as hell don't."

"Am I not enough?"

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in closer.

"You're more than enough."

You kissed him softly and cuddled into his side. The smell hit your nose like a bullet train. You recognized it as soon as you smelled it. After all these years, she always bought the same perfume.

🎾

The sun had just risen when you woke up again. It had only been two hours. Patrick was still asleep next to you. All you could think about was the smell of her on your fiancé. It made your stomach turn out of disgust, and your heart beat out of excitement. After laying there for a few minutes, you got up and put on some workout clothes. You walked out into the cold hallway and made your way to the gym.

"You've gotta be kidding me." You sighed as you walked in.

"Funny finding you here." Art said on the treadmill.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping? You've got a match in eight hours."

"Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd get in an early warm up."

You sighed and placed your phone and water on the floor before stretching. His eyes were glued on your body as you stretched on the floor. You looked in the mirror on the wall and saw him watching you.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

His eyes flickered away and he went back to running. After a few minutes, you got up and climbed onto the stair master that was next to him.

"Patrick treating you well?"

You sighed and thought about telling him what happened. How Patrick came back to bed smelling like another woman. Like Art's wife.

"Very well."

He slowed down his running and got off to catch his breath. He went over to the pull up bar and began pulling himself off the floor. Your eyes drifted over to him. The way his arms flexed and his chest on display had you reminiscing.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He smirked, throwing your words back at you.

"Shut up." After a few minutes, you got off the machine and took a sip of your water. "Shit." You groaned as it spilled down your shirt. You lifted it over your head, leaving you in a matching sports bra and shorts set. You knew Art was staring.