Page 5 of The Stud

“Hennington!”

“Fuck, I’m coming!” huffs the hottest GM in the league as she storms off.

We’re fortunate.

Not simply because the woman in charge of our paychecks is a fucking snipe but because shetoogetsus.

Thinks like we think.

Speaks like we speak.

And prior to letting a much younger broskie put a mood ring on her finger, she wheeled like we did.

Just not any ofus.

That’s against league rules along with the franchise ones.

There’s no fraternization allowed.

Period.

Whistle.

End of regulation stop.

Cases for exceptions can be made for those that work in the same setting like the front office; however, players aren’t allowed to dateanyonefrom other departments, including PR.

It would likely get the non-sweater wearing person immediately fired and the one with the crest on their vest on the auction block.

Fraternization is taken a bittooseriously, if you ask me.

What’s the harm in a little naked faceoff between a star player and the social media vixen he’d chop off his left testy to take on a date?

Seriously.

What’s the worst that could happen?

An unfortunate headline trending?

That already happens to me what feels like every other week.

“Can the league really fine her for spearing?” Hoss ponders out loud, attention dropping back to me.

“I don’t think so,but,” a small cringe is flashed, “I am fairly certain shecanbe fined for physically assaulting the press evenifRamirez has it coming.”

“She doesn’tnotnot have it coming.”

“Agreed.”

“She’s basically Commodus.”

Intrigue has me quirking a curious eyebrow. “FromGladiator?”

“Do you know another?”

“The…actualCommodus.”

“He was real?”

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