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Chapter Three

2006

In the raucous aftermath of their hard-fought victory, Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig scanned the crowd for a familiar face. Sabrina, who was conspicuously absent..

"Training, no doubt," Art speculated. "You know how her mother pushes her." Patrick nodded absently, his thoughts drifting towards Tashi Duncan, the rising star of the tennis world.

"She's incredible," he gushed. "So talented, so... hot." A mischievous gleam entered Sabrina's eyes as she skipped towards them, her tight jean dress accentuating her curves.

Art's gaze locked with hers, while Patrick's remained glued to the image of Tashi. "my two favorite tennis players" A smug smile spread across Art's face as Sabrina plopped onto his lap. 'Congratulations, Fire and Ice" she purred. “would you like your prize?”

"Is this prize anything I might desire, my lady?," Art questioned huskily. But before Sabrina could ask him what, he desired, Patrick swiftly intervened, his grip firm on her thigh.

"None of that," He growled, glaring at Art. "Why not?" Sabrina protested. He ignored her pleading as to why he didn't want her on his best friend's lap

"You missed our match. You promised you'd be there." Sabrina's eyes widened as her gaze fell upon Patrick's tense form. "im sorry, I was... training with Tashi," she said, her voice trailing off. Patrick's body seemed to freeze at the sound of Tashi's name. Art smirks, who noticed the annoyance in Sabrina's face.
Sensing an opportunity, to rile him up. Sabrina leaned closer, grinding her hips suggestively against his. Speaking in seductive baby voice

"I'm sorry I missed it. I knew you could win anyway." Patrick biting his Lip, turned her around, his hands gripping her thighs. "You could... introduce us," he said playfully. "Help your boy out"

"I could," Sabrina replied, her voice seductive. "But I don't want to.'' She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "I like being the only girl in your world." Patrick couldn't help but groan as Sabrina kissed him passionately..

She gets up and he whines "What are you- you can't just leave.. after?" She cuts him off and kisses his cheek

"Down boy" she says indicating his now, boner. "See you at my match?"

"Im not showing up, now. You're a tease, Sabrina Hart"

"Come, don't come.. I'll just find someone else to fuck the sorrows of my loss" she said flirtatiously, Art grabs her by the waist, pulling her on his lap.

Art laughs... "You don't think you gonna win?"

"Does anyone ever win, going against, Tashi Duncan?"

"No" He says "But you are the storm, you have a chance to" Art saying placing his hands on her thigh.

"You really think so?"

"I do, and if you lose, I'll be happy too" Art says. Patrick playfully pushes Art. "fuck off" he says making Art laugh and surrender.

"Well, cya.. Ive got a match to win"

"Make that court your bitch, baby"
She salutes Patrick and walks away,
both boys glance watching her walk away.. Patrick's eyes glance at Art, that was his eyes on him lust he could see it he could feel it.. it's the way he looks at her.. "There are six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And Sabrina is, mine. My person, my soul. I'm begging you, not her. Not Sabrina"