It's all about the GAME and how you play it! The rebel in the leather jacket. I miss that guy.
This is a first time for me. I usually just read, because I love this site, and there are such talented writers here, so I decided, after years of reading, to write one and see if I can do it.
It starts a little slow, but it gets better when The Game shows up.
I know it's probably not the best time for Triple H stories, with the current storyline and all, but I can't help it, I love him, no matter what he wears or how he acts.
I guess I'm supposed to say that I do NOT own Triple H's character, so I don't own any wrestling character.
Special thanks to DrunkOnJerichohol.
Rated M, for language and future sexual content.
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A Different Kind of Game
Chapter 1
As I lifted my eyes from the document on the desk to look at the time, I realized I wasn't really focused anymore. It's been a long day, meeting after meeting, and a stacked pile of paper work that was just begging to be shredded.
Looking outside through my office window, I sighed. The peaceful waters of the Nike Lake, and the reflection of the trees surrounding it, always made me feel at ease at the end of the day.
It's been a long day: one that, for sure, should end on my porch with a cigarette and my good friend, Jack Daniels.
After switching my computer off, I grabbed my briefcase and headed out.
"Quitting on me already?" I heard a tender voice ask.
As I recognized the voice, I turned to find my boss walking towards me. "It's been a long day and too much paper work," I shrugged.
"Can I sneak with you in the back and have some before you leave?" she asked, with a cute pout.
"Sure, can't have an unhappy boss, now can I?" I replied and gestured toward the emergency exit, where no one would find us.
After leaving a small gap for the door to stay open, I turned to find her just inches from my face.
"Give it to me," she ordered. "I need it."
The pack was in my hands by the time she finished the sentence.
"Light me up, handsome," she pleaded.
"If your husband only knew I was smuggling cigarettes for you, he would kill us both. You know that, right?" I smiled.
"I know," she answered, inhaling on that forbidden fruit, "but…" she smiled back, "he would probably just kill you and divorce me. I gave him two gorgeous kids." She smiled smugly.
"That's so nice of you to think of yourself and throw me to the lions."
"Don't be such a coward, he will never find out; I never kiss and tell," she flirted.
"Knowing your husband, he would probably prefer us having an affair than smoking together."
"Only way to find out is if you ask me." She winked at me.
"Don't wink at me. I don't do married women, you know."
"Relax, I'm just messing with you," she said, amused.
"Don't I know it," I smiled. It was the Emily I've known and loved since I was sixteen. When I first met her, she was fun and flirty, but most of all, she was kind and protective, like mothers are. She was the kind of boss you only hear of but never actually get to work with.
"Hey," she startled me, "I heard something today that might interest you."
"Oh yeah, what did you hear?" I said, while sucking on the cigarette between her fingers.
"I heard WWE is interested in working with us." She looked at me, trying not to miss my reaction.
"What? When did this happen?!" I tried not to squeal.
"Calm down," she hushed. "I don't know too much, just that they have a meeting at WWE headquarters next week."
"A meeting with who?"
"Too much info, don't know. You should ask Robert. They're sending him."
"They are sending Robert? The man doesn't even like wrestling," I grumbled.
"I tried to tell David, but he didn't listen."
"Can I go with Robert?" I nearly begged.
She smiled and sighed.
"Tell me!" I urged her.
She lifted her finger and, with her seductive eyes, gestured to come close.
I did, and she approached my ear slowly and whispered "Do you honestly think I wouldn't take care of my golden boy and my supplier?"
"What did you do?" I questioned.
"I bought you a place on that meeting."
"How did you do that?" I asked suspiciously.
"Well, you know Robert has a thing for me." She brushed her hair aside and smiled.
"Emily," I gave her a hard stare.
"Don't be upset, I just flirted with the guy; no harm, no foul."
"And if he tells David? This guy is not exactly discreet."
"David knows me, he knows how I feel about you, and he knows I take good care of my staff."
"Oh my God, I can't believe it…this is huge."
"I know 'happy' is not on your vocabulary, golden boy, but are you at least close?"
"Emily, don't call me that! And, yes, I'm close enough."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it." She opened the door and headed out back to the hallway. "Who's Paul Levesque, by the way?"
"Whaaa…what did you just say?" I grabbed her arm and closed the door.
"Oh, stop it…" she smiled. "I Googled him. I know he's the guy in that picture you keep in your office."
"Is he going to be in the meeting?"
"Are you sweating, darling?" she asked with amusement.
"Don't play games with me, Em!"
"Now why would I play games with you, when you clearly don't have a thing for me? It would be a waste of good flirt."
"Is he really going to be at the meeting?" my heart missed a beat.
"Why the hell do you think I pushed for you to go with Robert? As soon as I Googled that guy, I knew I had to do something. Isn't he, like, something big there?"
"The biggest," I nodded in agreement.
"See," she kissed me on the cheek, "I take good care of you, kid."
"Don't call me kid!" I exclaimed. "And…thank you, Emily. I will never forget this."
"I know you won't. I'm counting on it."
"Don't push it," I smiled. "I'm out of here. See you in the morning, boss."
"Goodnight, kid," she said, walking away.
"Don't call m…" She was gone before I could finish the sentence.
I smiled to myself as I walked out of the building, with only one thing on my mind.
I was going to meet him.
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