I say YES! Let's get married!

You squeal and shout YES! to the heavens, unreservedly. Other people walking around the park smile at the scene of this young couple making their lifetime commitment.

First thing's first. You HAVE GOT to get out of these chastity panties!

After a bit of research, you find a store which sells industrial sheers (this is New York City, after all, they have everything) and in the cab Chase is able to cut away your underwear. You practically attack each other in the back of the cab, but somehow make it to the Plaza hotel where you get a room and spend a whole glorious (GLORIOUS!) night fucking away, and eating strawberries and drinking champaign, celebrating his win at the Quarterfinals and having as much sex as possible.

The next morning, you're in bed and you're gently sucking on Chase's semi-hard cock as he plays with your hair.

"Okay, but just a quick blow-job and then you have to go and do your PT and game prep for the semis," you say.

"Oh, I don't know..." he says.

"What do you mean, 'I don't know?'," you ask.

"It's so nice and cozy here," he says. "I could just stay like this forever."

"And miss playing the semi-finals of the US Open? If you skip town, won't you forfeit your winnings?"

"Well okay, when you put it that way."

Chase eventually returns to the stadium, meets with this coaches and confronts his mother (who treats you both with an icy hatred). He preps for the semi-finals, and attends a lot of press interviews (he's this years 'Cinderella Story' and an American for the locals to cheer for) but you can tell he's just going through the motions, and then, when the match finally happens, he loses. Badly.

In straight sets.

But it was just one match, right? And he probably wasn't going to win anyway, right? After all, he was playing against the #2 player in the world...

After the loss, you and Chase run off to get married and you stay in New York City for your honeymoon, going to shows and seeing the sights and eating at all the best restaurants.

And you fuck, all the time. Turns out, Chase, a healthy stud tennis player, LOVES TO FUCK, and you are doing all over. In cabs, in elevators, in bathroom stalls, in the morning, in the evening...

... you get fucked, A LOT.

ANd cock sucking too. Chase LOVES to have his cock sucked. You probably ingest more sperm than food during your honeymoon. After a while, you are carrying a padded cushion with you everywhere, so that you can kneel on it to suck his cock.

He's insatiable!

You finally tell him about your inheritance, which, of course, he's absolutely delighted with, and so the two of you show up at Mr. Hewitt's lawyer's office with your proof of marriage and they sign over the 1.2 Billion dollars...

... to Chase.

You won!

After the Honeymoon, Chase and you return to his home and tell his mother the news (which she had been expecting, of course). He buys her a small condo, fires her as his manager and then returns to practicing.

Meanwhile, you find and purchase a mansion in Connecticut, initiate a series of improvements (including two professional tennis courts and a gym) and then organize the move. The old place is sold.

The next tournament is Berlin, and even though you cheer Chase on as much as you can, and provide as much "I want to suck your cock" motivation, he does poorly and only makes it to the round of 16 where he loses to a young German.

After that is South Africa, where he only makes it to the second round before losing in straight sets.

After that is Mexico City, where he doesn't even make it out of qualifiers.

After that Chase decides to take a break from tennis.

You place two packed bags in the trunk of the Mercedes then return to the living room.

"I'm leaving you," you say.

"What?" Chase looks up from the couch where he's playing video games. A big bowl of cheetos is overturned onto the carpet next to him

"I'm leaving you Chase."

"But... you can't leave."

"No? Watch me."

"But... why?"

"Why? Why? Look at you! You're fat, you're lazy, you haven't done anything but drink beer and play video games practically all year! When was the last time you shaved? Even worse, when was the last time you showered! When I got married, I wanted a rich trophy husband, and now all I end up with is this? YUCK. And when was the last time we had sex?"

"I've been busy. I'm an investor now."

"Investor? Ha!" You snort. "Investors make money. All you've done is lose money. You spent a million dollars on Dogecoin, and now how much is it worth?"

"It's gonna come back, you'll see."

"Sorry, Chase, this is THE END. Good bye. I've locked all the accounts so you can't steal my money away. You'll hear from my lawyers in the morning. "

And that's that. Chase ended up being a big fat failure, but at least you had enough self-confidence to leave him before all of the money was spent. After court proceedings, you end up with about $400m, which is more than enough to find a nice apartment in the City, where, over time you make some new friends and gradually restart your life.

And then you start dating a wonderful, but traditional, Arabic businessman from Saudia Arabia. Who knows where that will end?

THE END
(ENDING 7-A)