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

Game. Set. Love.

August 5,2019-New Rochelle, New York (1 A.M.)

The crowd had quickly died down after the men called forfeit. It seemed like as soon as the game was over, everything was back to normal. Tashi and Art went their separate way, you and Patrick went yours. Until late that night.

'Knock, knock'

The repeated tapping on the hotel door woke you from your sleep. Patrick was right next to you, so it wasn't him. You slowly got up and opened the door.

"Tashi?"

"Hi."

"What time is it?"

"1 A.M."

"I have a flight to catch in a few hours. What's this about?"

"You know what, it's stupid. It's late. I shouldn't have bothered you. I'm sorry." She quickly wiped the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Hey." You closed the door and stepped into the hallway with her. "What's going on?"

"Ayesha, I..." She took a deep breath. "I don't hate you." She whispered.

"What?"

"I don't hate you. I love you. And it scares me."

"Oh, Tash..."

"When we hugged today, my skin felt like it was on fire. And when we kissed, I felt like I couldn't breathe after you pulled away." She cupped your face. "You were right. I spent half of my life loving you, and the other half hiding how much I love you. I don't wanna hide it anymore."

You placed your hands over hers. "I love you too." You grabbed them and linked your fingers together. "But this can't work. As much as I want it to, this can't work."

"Why not?"

"You're married. And I'm getting married."

"So?"

"So? So, how would we make that work?"

"We could try. I wanna try." She pleaded. "It's possible to love three people. I know, because I have for thirteen years."

You sighed and ran your hands over your face.

"It's not that easy."

"Just try. Give it a chance. Give us a chance. I miss you, Ayesha."

"I miss you too." Your eyes began to water.

You embraced her again and took in the scent of her perfume. It smelled sweet on Patrick, but it was sweeter on her.

🎾

"You okay?" Patrick asked as the plane took off.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"What're you thinking about?"

"Just...us."

"Us?"

"The four of us."

"What about us?"