Art sat in the fitting room of Victoria secrets as he waits for you to show off your newest outfit. He smirks. He knew he shouldn’t be here but paying off the workers was nothing to him. Art had a big ego, but an even bigger wallet.

He smirks as he leans his chair as he watched you model your lingerie. He let out a low whistle, biting his lip as he admired you. His girl. His sugar baby. God, he wanted to buy them all for you (which he would no matter how much you protest). Art loved to spoil you. He would buy you everything and anything you wanted. He’d buy you the moon if he could. The tennis player would do anything for his sugar baby.

“Give me a twirl sugar.”

Art smirks as he twirls his fingers. He was admiring you from all angles of the mirror.

He could just eat you up.