The text is from Alexandra that says:[I’ve already left, heading to Linger with the team. I just don’t feel like talking about this tonight. I’m not mad I just need some time with my team. I’ll talk to you soon, have a good night ]Jeremy is disappointed after reading the text, but he understands. He’s going to give her the space that she’s asking for. He calls Linger and gives them card info for the Denver Outlaws meal plus a 30% gratuity for a tip. He walks around the coliseum to make sure that all employees and fans have all gone. There were just a few employees that were packing up the team store. He tells them to go home, they’ll be paid as if they stayed, and he’d finish up packing up the store, then put the bins in storage. He enjoyed the quiet, being alone as he worked; it helped him process his thoughts and distracted him from his feelings. Not that he didn’t want to have any feelings; he just was too busy to be depressed as he wanted to amend things with Alexandra.A coupl
Jeremy wanted to keep the whole date a surprise as he realized that they hadn't done anything that didn't involve football or sports, and he wanted to go the extra mile to surprise her with having an actual romantic date.He looks at Alexandra and says, " I want it to be a surprise. Can I pick you up at about five pm? " Alexandra, who doesn't like surprises, puts on a false grin saying, " I guess that's fine; I'll see you at five then. " She turned, heading into her apartment building as he watched her walk away from his truck; once she was in the building, he drove off to run his errands quickly as possible as he only had about five hours before he would be picking her up for the date.As he's getting his errands done, his phone rings as he looks at his phone; he rolls his eyes at who is calling, Tommy Pelaratti; he regrettably answers the phone, " What do you want, Tommy? " Thinking about Tommy was like thinking about the joys of a root canal. The guy dripped sleaze, somewhere betw
Before she can finish up her hair and make-up, her apartment intercom buzzes, she figures it was Jeremy but had to be sure. She answers the intercom to found out that it was indeed Jeremy, she buzzes in him, telling him to just let himself as she goes to finish up. She apologizes when she hears him come in while shutting the door. He informs her that was alright that he was a few minutes early that there wasn't a set time. Alexandra told him to make himself at home while she finished. He looked around and was quite surprised by how nice her apartment was. It looked like it was straight out of a home decor magazine. the clean contemporary furniture and modern art complimented by a few plants here and there. The more however he looked around, he noticed a lack of personal items. There were very few pictures, those that did sit about the room looked old and worn. She comes out as Jeremy gets off of the couch, hearing her footsteps coming from the hall. " I appreciat
The week leading up to the highly anticipated Denver Outlaws game seemed to pass in a blur for Jeremy and Alexandra. Their lives were a whirlwind of full-time jobs, intense practices, and grueling training sessions, leaving them with little time to catch their breath.Jeremy had always been passionate about football. As a former quarterback, he had experienced the thrill of leading his team to victory on numerous occasions. However, his playing days were behind him now, replaced reluctantly by a new role as the owner of an indoor football team. Despite the shift, he was trying to reignite his love for the game that burned so brightly, thanks to Alexandra pushing him to train her. While he was trying make the sport better, he had taken up the position of quarterback coach for the Denver Outlaws. It was a unique opportunity for him to not only share his expertise but also witness the growth and triumph of these talented athletes while seeing how much a coach he actu
The morning sun drenched the 1893 French chateau with its golden hues, painting its rustic charm in a soft, ethereal glow. Jeremy, his eyes tracing the ornate ceiling of his bedroom. Beside him, Alexandra slept peacefully, her dreams filled with the adrenaline of the game she loved.A sigh escaped from Jeremy as he gently extracted himself from the warmth of the sheets, not wanting to wake Alexandra. He was a grizzled veteran of the football field, but this, waking up with Alexandra in his arms, was a different game altogether, one he was still learning to navigate. The tough exterior he had built over the years softened in the presence of her quiet strength. In the kitchen, he brewed coffee, the aroma filling the grand house, a scent that Alexandra had come to associate with the start of her day. Jeremy was already at the breakfast bar, the morning paper spread out before him, when she walked in, her hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep." Morning,
The Stutler Bowl Stadium hummed with anticipation. The season opener of the Women's Football League, the Denver Outlaws versus the Mississippi Cottonmouths, was a clash of titans. For the Outlaws, it was more than just a game; it was a statement of intent, a chance to start the season on a high note.Alexandra, the Outlaws' star linebacker and the WFL's Defensive Player of the Year for the past three years, was a force to contend with. Her reputation had been built on hard-hitting performances and the Cottonmouths had felt her presence before. This game was no different. Alexandra was everywhere, intercepting passes, making key tackles, and leading the defense like a seasoned general. It was a performance that set her on track for a record-breaking year.On the sidelines, Jeremy, a Colorado native and a legend in the state for his own college football exploits, was making his coaching debut. The former Colorado University quarterback had led his team to back-to-bac
Returning to the chateau after such a beautiful evening with a welcome respite from the noise and the crowd. not that Alexandra didn't have a beautiful and nearly magical time at the stunning Jazz club. However, she wanted to be alone with Jeremy.They headed to the bedroom amid playful banter and kissing. The evening had been so perfectly romantic that neither wanted it to end. They eased back onto the bed soft laughter claiming their breath. " That was amazing, " Alex said looking up at the ceiling and taking in the soft silence of the room. " I wish I could let you listen to some of my favorite Jazz. I don't want the night to be over just yet. "" You can, " Jeremy replied. " I would love to hear something that you truly love. I've always felt that music says so much about a person. I'd love for you to share that with me. You can connect to my sound system if you want. " She nodded eagerly and pulled out her phone, a few gestures on the touch
Jeremy's foot pressed hard on the accelerator, the engine of his old Honda roaring to life. The tires screeched against the asphalt as he tore through the city streets, leaving a trail of dust and bewilderment in his wake. Darkness settled over the urban landscape, swallowing the fading daylight with an insatiable hunger.His mind churned with a volatile mix of frustration and anger, fueled by the message that had shattered the delicate peace he had managed to carve out with Alexandra. The decision made, based on an incident from the previous day, had been a bitter blow, a stark reminder that he could never escape the clutches of his responsibilities.The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as Jeremy weaved through traffic, his focus solely on reaching his destination. Thoughts of romance and relaxation were replaced by a seething determination to confront the source of his discontent.As the city's embrace loosened its grip, Jeremy felt the