All Chapters of Blindside Beauty : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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

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

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

Jeremy Davis sat hunched over his desk, elbows planted on the polished oak, fingers steepled in front of his lips. The office—his office—inside the Denver Coliseum was a study in contrasts: the world outside was a cacophony of echoing footsteps, distant cheers, and the metallic clatter of preparation, while within these four walls, the air was thick with tension and the scent of old leather and fresh coffee.Melissa perched on the edge of the visitor’s chair, her notepad balanced on her knee, pen poised but unmoving. She watched Jeremy with the kind of concern that only comes from months of shared late nights and early mornings. Across from her, sprawled in the battered armchair, was Luke Elliot, owner of the Omaha Cattlemen and Jeremy’s oldest friend in the league. Luke’s boots were crossed at the ankle, his hat tipped back, a wry smile playing at his lips as he watched Jeremy wrestle with the decision.Jeremy exhaled, the sound heavy in the quiet.“So, here’s where we are,” he said,

Jeremy’s office was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant echo of footsteps in the Denver Coliseum’s hallways. He sat at his desk, phone pressed to his ear, heart pounding as he waited for Jenifer Walter’s answer. The world outside might have been spinning with rumors and speculation, but in this moment, everything hinged on a single word.There was a pause—a breath, a heartbeat, a lifetime—then Jenifer’s voice came through, clear and steady. “Jeremy, I’ll take the job. I want to be the Head Coach of the Colorado Cannibals.”Jeremy exhaled, a grin spreading across his face. He kept his composure, but his voice was electric with excitement. “Jenifer, we’re going to do great things together. In addition to being Head Coach, you’ll be Assistant General Manager and have a real say over personnel decisions. I want to say this before anyone in the media or anywhere else gets the wrong idea: I’m hiring you because I believe you’ll lead the Cannibals to great