Jeremy looks at Luke as he's finishing the last bite of his steak and asparagus, knowing that Luke has come up with attractive half-thought-through plans and ideas in the past but always will listen to his ideas. Jeremy shallows his bite and says, " I'm interested in hearing about your " perfect plan " for Alexandra's training. "
Luke continues to explain his plan: " Since Omaha is coming down to play Denver in week four of the season, how about I have my coach Mike Jones help you coach Alexander a day before game day? I'll have the team come down a day before if you agree to pay for food and lodging for the team with that extra day in exchange for Mike's help coaching Alexandra. What do you think? "Now a little information on Mike Jones, He was an All-pro linebacker for the New York Titans; he played eleven years in the NAFL for the Titans. Jones was also a nightmare for offenses and an All-American linebacker at the University of Florida State. Mike Jones led the Omaha cattlemen to their first League title the year before.Jeremy, can't believe that Luke came up with a decent plan for once, answers Luke: " That's a pretty good idea, Luke. I like it, and I'm willing to make that deal. I hope you're willing to be friends after the Cannibals devour the Cattlemen."They both laugh, and Luke and Jeremy shake hands on the deal. They finish up at the steakhouse a little bit later and go to a cigar lounge for a nightcap to finish out the night. Jeremy offered Luke to stay at his house, but Luke politely declined to state that he could stay at the hotel and use it as a business expense.They go their separate ways; while headed home Jeremy thinks about what he was going to do about coaching Alexandra. He honestly does want to help her, on top of sticking it to Terrell Hillis, but Alexandra deserved to be on the Cannibals this year. Jeremy thinks for a bit; after getting home and getting ready to take a shower to get cleaned up for bed, he decides after thinking that Alexandra needs to pick a spot as a linebacker so that Jeremy can best train her to maximize her skill set. Jeremy thinks about how about set up Alexandra for success till he falls asleep naked in his king bed in downtown Denver.When he drifts off to sleep, he dreams of the hit that ended his career. Jeremy steps up to the offensive line and surveys the defense. He sees the defense faking like they were going to do an all-out blitz; Jeremy sees right through the disguise and sees that the defense is going to do an overload blitz on the weak side; Jeremy shouts out an audible for the offensive line to shift to the left to cover the blitz. He wanted to check the coverage quickly, and he motioned the fullback to align up by the tight end, then motioned him over by the left tackle.He then motioned the wide receiver to the tight end and motioned back to his usual spot. As the receiver is in motion, Jeremy sees the cornerback following the receiver, so he knows exactly what the defense will do coverage-wise; he fake hikes and sees the safeties flinch back. It's an overload blitz cover two-man with the linebackers doing zone coverage except for the right side Mike linebacker and the will linebacker blitzing on the overload. Jeremy grins as he snaps the ball; he heads to the running back and fakes the handoff while rolling out laser-focused on the wide-open receiver. He goes to throw the ball, then BOOM!!Jeremy has a hypnic jerk and wakes up scared, grabbing his elbow and knee, sweating profusely, and deep breathing. Jeremy starts waking up while realizing that he just had a nightmare about the hit that ended his career, and that has never happened before to him. He gets in the shower to rinse off the sweat; while he's in the shower, Jeremy tries to figure out why he had the nightmare of the hit. It's been over three years since it happened, and now the nightmare that seemed like it just happened. Jeremy cooks a classic English breakfast without the blood pudding, along with an Irish coffee. He sat down and ate his breakfast, checking emails and reviewing all his business/ investment reports while watching TV.Once he finishes breakfast and reviews reports, he starts his workout routine by running on the treadmill. His workout consisted of curls, single-arm dumbbell presses, single-arm dumbbell rows, lunge rotational twists, Back "Y" raises, fire hydrants, side isometric wall pushes, Dumbbell back fly, shoulder rotations, and the leg press. Jeremy liked working out because he could release his frustration and anger productively. His workout helped him out as a quarterback, but he needed a workout for Alexandra if she needed or wanted one because everyone's different some players enjoy working out, and some don't. While Jeremy was thinking about a workout for Alexandra, he started prepping for the first of two preseason games for the Cannibals.He wanted to make sure that everyone in the family would be entertained at the games because he knew that not everyone in the family are football fans. His mother absolutely hated football and all sports, but she understood his love of sports; she would've instead Jeremy gone into baseball instead of football. She was thrilled when Jeremy retired from football, especially after getting injured. Even though he hates football now, Jeremy wants to ensure that fans and their families are taken care of because the fans were always there for him, and it wasn't the fans' fault that he got injured and couldn't play again.He would sign anything for the fans or stop and take a picture for fans, and he always made sure that he took care of them. It was about time for Jeremy to head to the Coliseum for practice and get to coach Alexandra. When Jeremy got to the arena, Alexandra was already there waiting for him, and he was impressed that she was early as practice didn't start for another hour. Alexandra followed Jeremy into the arena, and she first went to the field while Jeremy went to his office to take care of some things.Alexandra holding her workout bag is standing at midfield, envisioning playing on this field for the Cannibals, where she'd be the star linebacker making tackles, intercepting footballs, and making big hits. Alexandra had a hard life, but she worked to get what she wanted out of life, and things were finally falling into place for her.Alexandra is taken out of her vision by someone yelling; when she comes to, Terrell screams at her, stating: " You're not allowed to be here. You were cut yesterday, and it's a closed practice. Get Lost NOW. "Alexandra, with a chip on her shoulder, fires back," Your boss, Mr. Davis, invited me here, and I'm not practicing with the team. You don't need to be rude to people just because you don't like how things are going. It also seems like you have a problem with me, I don't know what I did to you, but you need to take it down a few notches. "Terrell Hillis' blood is boiling, and irritated yells back in her face, " I'll see about that with Mr. Davis. You don't get to tell me what to do, and you need to go back home and get in the kitchen where you should be."Alexandra was about to retort when Jeremy coming from the other end of the field, yelled, " TERRELL, Shut your DAMN mouth. It would be best if you didn't treat anyone like that, that's strike one, and I should fire you right now; I'm going to be looking into your contract concerning your conduct. Right now, You're looking at a fine of one week unpaid with a possible termination after I look at your contract for conduct detrimental to the team. I hope you didn't cost the team a partnership, Terrell." he said before looking over to Alexandra and lowering his tone, "Ms. Jordan, I'm so sorry that my head coach treated you so poorly. I hope you will consider us as a partner despite the treatment that you have received so far. "Alexandra picking up what Jeremy was doing, replied, " Well, Mr. Davis, we'll have to see, and we have much to talk about; let's talk during practice at your usual spot? "Jeremy smiles and says, " Yes, ma'am, at midfield, about 20 rows up where the desk is at. "Alexandra turns and heads to the spot that was talked about.Terrell, enraged at Jeremy, sternly says, " I don't know what you're trying to do, but I will not stand for your shenanigans. This is my team, and you're not going to fine me. It would be best if you let me do my job and left me to run the team. "Jeremy, disgusted with Terrell, replies, " Get it through your thick head that it's not your team, it's my team, and I am letting you run the team this year. You're walking on thin ice from now on, I WILL be fining you the bare minimum with possible termination, and if you keep pushing your luck with me, I'll take it to the news outlets that you were fined or fired due to conduct detrimental to the team. You'll be lucky to get another coaching job after that. Now get ready for practice. "Terrell Hillis, huffing and puffing, turns and heads to the locker room, muttering under his breath.Jeremy heads to where Alexandra is sitting at. Once Jeremy gets to Alexandra, he sits down and apologizes, " I'm so sorry for that interaction; you should n
It was April 28, 1998, and Alexandra Jordan was born to Thomas Jordan and Katherine Wells. Thomas was an All-American Quarterback for the University of Mississippi, and Katherine just started law school student recently graduating from the University of Colorado with a bachelor's degree when Alexandra was born. They weren't sure how they would raise a child while in college, but they were bound and determined to make it work.Alexandra always enjoyed being at the games, even when she was a baby. Her dad was a late-round draft pick in the NAFL and bounced around the league for a few years, mainly as a backup. Alexandra never missed a game of her dad's.Her mother became a lawyer and worked up to owning her law firm. Katherine held down the family home base in Oxford, MS, and went to Thomas's games on the weekends.The first spark of Alexandra's love of football came when her dad was with the New York Titans. Alexandra was allowed to go with her dad to practice when she was four years o
While Alexandra is stretching, Jeremy speaks up, saying, " Since I'm going to be coaching you and we're going to be spending more time together. Why don't you tell me about yourself to better coach you. "Alexandra looks up while stretching and replies, " Well, where do I start? " she thinks, considering how much to share with him as she doesn't like nor want to talk about herself.Jeremy sighs and shifts his weight from foot to foot as he thinks about what he wants to know about her. After all, he is trying to be a gentleman and not look or stare at her butt. Jeremy doesn't want her to see him as any other pig of a guy that treats women like objects. Furthermore, he wouldn't look at any other player that way, and he doesn't want to treat her differently based on her gender.There was something about Alexandra that she mysteriously took Jeremy. He also wondered to himself why he was having nightmares about his hit. It's like there was something in his mind banging at a trap door to ge
They both got done at about the same time. Jeremy came downstairs wearing a sleeveless shirt and grey sweatpants and instantly stopped when he saw Alexandra starting to jog on the treadmill; her leggings emphasized her shape and made her butt stand out.As much as Jeremy was a gentleman, he couldn't resist the tractor beam of her leggings. He shook his body to refocus as he needed to be a coach for Alexandra.As she was wrapping up warming up for training, Jeremy let her know that a buddy of his who was currently playing linebacker in NAFL for Houston sent him a workout that should work for her with some modifications. He gave Alexandra the printed workout to get her thoughts.She examined it and agreed to try it out with some changes, as Cupid sent Jeremy the reps and sets that he used.As they started the workout, Alexandra spoke up, " I thought about this more from yesterday regarding you asking questions about me to coach me better and get to know me. I thought it would only be fa
As Alexandra falls asleep, she dreams of Jeremy. Alexandra is in Jeremy's kitchen; Jeremy has just gotten home and comes toward her, smiling with satisfaction with having caught sight of Alexandra.Alexandra notices the fire of passion in Jeremy's eyes as he moves toward her." How was your day? " Alexandra says serenely at the sight of Jeremy." It was alright, but it's better now. " Jeremy quickly says." How is it bet... " Alexandra made an effort to respond but couldn't complete her question as Jeremy reached her and kissed her on the lips passionately. She ceases trying to finish her sentence; lets herself embrace the moment as she knows what he implied. She lets out a small moan; as she moans, he has to taste her; he starts to galocher with her." O Mon Amour, " He gasps as he kisses down her neck while lightly caressing her body with his hands starting with her fingertips and moving down her arms towards her navel. He takes her shirt off and then kisses her on those jaw-droppin
The table is shaking; she's going that hard. She can feel that he's about to explode, and she vice-grips his sword with a few more hard thrusts; they both will get ecstasy. Right before she's finished, Alexandra wakes up throwing herself up, sweating, breathing hard, and extremely wet. " I can't believe this; I had a wet dream about Jeremy, and I'm still horny. " she thinks.Alexandra huffs and puffs as she needs to take care of herself, but she has to prepare for the tryouts. She grabs her bullet and heads for the shower to accomplish both. " Jeremy will be at the tryouts; what will I do? I don't want to see him immediately, not after my dream. You know what? I'm going to concentrate on the tryouts and ignore him. " thinking to herself.She gets ready for the day and heads out to the tryouts. Once she gets to the field, she heads to the coaches to check in for the tryouts.Coach Kuttin sees her and says, " Alex, you don't need to be here. You have earned a spot on the team, or are yo
"Ditto..." Heather chirped, her jaw nearly dropping. "Well, is it... Ok?" Alexandra asked, noticing the blank look on the girl's face. The pair exchanged a look before Heather said. "If the sex came in fabric form... You found it. We love it." Alexandra rolled her eyes. "I still want to look classy, ya know." "You look amazing. Trust us; I wish like hell I could look that fabulous." Just then, a sales girl peeked in the private dressing area. "Parden me ladies, I couldn't help but overhear. I should let you know that Mr. Davis is extending his tab to cover your friends if they want to peruse our selection. We do have nonformal accessories, as well as shoes." Heather slapped the arm of the chair and pointed at Alexandra. "Girl, if you don't marry him, I will." Soon after, they check out, each getting a dress, accessories, and a pair of heels as they didn't want to take advantage of Jeremy's generosity. Alexandra heads to get ready for the special event that Jeremy is taking her
Then Jeremy pops the big question: " How would you like to be kissed? "Alexandra finishing her bite of cheesecake, looks at him a little shocked, then says with a sassy smirk, " You know, I always thought that everyone should strive to have chivalry. It used to be so noble to have chivalry that great knights would have the combined qualities that made up chivalry. When women are chivalrous, they should be honored for doing so, while men should have it in their mind that it should be a standard to be chivalrous and strive to be noble like a knight. When men are chivalrous, they show their feminine side, showing that they are thinking about others above themselves and also caring for others. You're the prime example of the modern-day chivalrous knight. You're always putting others first and taking care of them. You make sure that everyone is treated fairly and equally. Even now, instead of taking a chance with a 50/50 chance of succeeding or ruining a perfectly good relationship, You a
After an intense training session, Alexandra sank onto the cold metal bench in the locker room, wiping sweat from her brow. Her muscles ached pleasantly—a reminder of the hard work she’d put in. She reached for her phone, noticing a text from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, she opened it."Hi Alexandra, this is Jenifer Walter. Hope you don't mind, Jeremy gave me your number after our meeting. I'm in Denver for the next couple of days and would love to meet in person before heading back to Atlanta. Looking forward to hearing from you!"Alexandra blinked in surprise. Jenifer Walter. The name brought a flood of memories and admiration. Jenifer had been the first woman to play in the Wild West Indoor Football League, a formidable linebacker and occasional running back for the Texas Oilers. But why was she reaching out now? And what exactly was Jeremy up to?Taking a deep breath, Alexandra wondered, *Is Jeremy having Jenifer do his dirty work now?* Her relationship with Jeremy was a t
Jeremy's office was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. His desk was cluttered with papers, reports, and a laptop where the faces of the WWIF team owners, the league commissioner Larry Helton, and the compliance officer were displayed via a conference call. The tension was palpable as the meeting began, with Jeremy's phone on speaker mode."Larry, are we all set for the meeting?" Jeremy asked, his voice steady but laced with the weight of the upcoming confrontation."Yes, Jeremy," Larry Helton replied, his authoritative tone clear through the speaker. "Everyone from the league will remain silent and on the line during your meeting with Terrell Hillis and Coach Lombardi. We'll intervene only if necessary.""Understood," Jeremy said, a sense of relief washing over him. "Thank you for your cooperation."Just as he finished speaking, the door to his office opened, and Terrell Hillis and Coach Bill Lombardi walked in. Jer
The Las Vegas sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over the tarmac as Alexandra boarded her flight back to Denver. Her teammates were still basking in the afterglow of their championship victory, their celebration extending through the vibrant nightlife of Vegas. But Alexandra had always been different. She savored the moment but understood the importance of humility and focus. The championship was the pinnacle of her career, yet she knew that resting on her laurels could lead to complacency. As the plane lifted off, Alexandra gazed out the window, the sprawling city of lights shrinking below her. She felt a strange mix of exhilaration and calm. Winning had been a dream come true, but she couldn't shake the feeling that bigger challenges lay ahead. By the time the plane touched down in Denver, it was already 7 PM. She collected her bags and headed home, eager to unwind.The streets of Denver were quieter compared to the buzz of Vegas. As she entered her apartment, she
A few weeks had gone by since the Denver Outlaws began their dominating run through the playoffs. The team was on fire, and their momentum seemed unstoppable. For Jeremy, the owner of the Outlaws, the stakes were high, but his confidence in the team was unwavering. During the same period, his other team, the Colorado Cannibals, tore through their opponents to secure a spot in the OK Corral Bowl against the Omaha Cattlemen. With both teams heading into championship games, Jeremy faced a logistical challenge. The Outlaws' game was set for Saturday in Las Vegas, while the Cannibals' game was scheduled for Sunday in Denver. As both team owner and head coach, Jeremy needed to be at both events.Late one night in his office, Jeremy stared at his calendar, scribbling and crossing out potential schedules. His assistant, Melissa, knocked gently on the door. "Jeremy, you look like you could use a break."Jeremy glanced up, a tired smile on his face. "I wish I could, Melissa. I'm trying to figur
The familiar buzz of Alexandra's phone pulled her out of her afternoon reverie. It was 4 PM, and she saw Jeremy's name flash on the screen. She quickly opened the message."Hey Alex, I was able to pull some strings and get an additional five minutes during halftime to give the Outlaws recognition for their undefeated regular season. We want to encourage the fans to come support the Outlaws during their playoff and championship push. Also, all the alcohol and food will be ready for you and your teammates in my owner's box. Hope you all have fun and enjoy yourselves at the game. - Jeremy."Alexandra's lips curled into a smile. Jeremy had always been a bit elusive when it came to showing support for the Outlaws, given his primary focus on the Colorado Cannibals. But today seemed different. She quickly texted back."Thanks, Jeremy! This means a lot to us. We'll be there. Looking forward to the game."After sending the message, she texted her teammates that were going to the game with her.
Alexandra stepped into the cozy yet bustling Japanese Sushi restaurant that had become a favorite lunch spot for her and Alicia. The rich aroma of soy and ginger mixed with the sizzling sounds of the grill created an inviting atmosphere. It was precisely 1 PM, and she spotted Alicia at their usual corner table, waving enthusiastically. Alexandra smiled, but her smile widened when she noticed a third person at the table."Heather!" Alexandra exclaimed, surprised. "I didn't know you were joining us today!"Heather stood up, a sly grin on her face. "Alicia thought it would be a good idea to surprise you," she said, giving Alexandra a warm hug."Surprise!" Alicia chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We haven’t all been together in a while, and I thought it would be fun."Alexandra hugged Alicia and then took her seat. "This is a wonderful surprise. I've missed our trio."The three women settled into their seats and picked up the menus. Alexandra scanned the options, her eyes flit
The morning sun bathed Brewster’s Café in a warm, inviting glow as Alexandra stepped inside at precisely 10 AM. The café was bustling with the usual morning rush, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the aroma of baked pastries. Alexandra’s heart beat faster in anticipation of the meeting. She spotted Jeremy already seated at a corner table, nervously stirring his coffee. His eyes lit up when he saw her, a flicker of hope crossing his face.“Alexandra,” he greeted, standing up awkwardly before sitting back down. She nodded in acknowledgment and ordered her coffee—a caramel macchiato, her favorite—before joining him at the table.The silence between them was heavy, filled with unspoken words and lingering emotions. Alexandra took a moment to gather her thoughts. She had rehearsed this meeting in her mind countless times, but now that it was happening, everything felt surreal.Jeremy took a deep breath, breaking the silence. “I’d like to go first if you don’t mind,” he said,
A few weeks had passed since the high-stakes Cattlemen vs. Cannibals game, yet the intensity of that night still reverberated through Jeremy's mind. The Cannibals were gearing up for their final push towards the playoffs, but the path was anything but smooth. Terrell Hillis, with his relentless ambition, continued to meddle with the Cannibals' roster, causing weekly turnover and attempting to disrupt the team's chemistry. His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself.Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaw
Alexandra took a deep breath as she walked down the silent, dimly lit hallway of the visiting team's facilities. Her cleats echoed with each step, a rhythmic reminder of the intense game she had just played. She approached a door labeled "Coach's Office" and hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. Gathering her thoughts and summoning her courage, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.Mike Jones glanced up from his desk, his eyes widening in surprise. The room was modest, with shelves lined with binders and playbooks, a couple of framed jerseys on the walls, and the faint smell of liniment in the air. Alexandra's eyes locked with his, and she saw the familiar spark of intensity that had always defined him, both as a player and now as a coach."Alexandra, take a seat," Mike said, motioning to the chair across from him. As she sat down, he leaned back and studied her, his brow furrowing. "I saw a lot of intensity from you tonight. It reminded me of myself when