The moment Tashi found you, she knew you were perfect.

Tashi had a knack for finding the rare gems but you, you, were different. You played Tennis with an elegance that neither she nor her husbands had ever even thought of employing. They played Tennis like it was a war, you played tennis like it was a dance. And a beautiful one at that. You had been taking the tennis world by storm for the brief two years you had been in the eyes of the tennis world but the second Tashi watched you pummel her bet to win at the US open, you had captured her attention. As well as the attention of her husbands.

Turns out the Open would not be the only thing that you would win there, you'd also win the hearts and obsessions of three tennis champions.

Patrick had an almost boyish adoration of you, sweetly teasing and playful. Always trying to make you laugh, to coax that gorgeous smile from you. In comparison, Art had a very gentle adoration of you. He loved to dote on you, to pamper you. He was protective, possessive even. He kept you close and loved when you slept curled up to him at night. Tashi had the most complex form of adoration to you. But it was just as possessive.