“Hal, this is beyond humiliating.” I take a seat in my agent’s office. “Lexi Driver needs to apologize to me. Publicly. I can’t walk the street without someone making some stupid comment. Yesterday, when I was at the gym, some guy handed me a towel and said, ‘here try to keep this one on.’”

“You went to a public gym?” Hal cocks his brow as he leans back in his leather chair.

“I’m tired of all the teasing I’ve been getting from the other players. Hell, I can’t go on the Internet without seeing some stupid meme of my censored, or uncensored, dick pic. This morning, I saw one that had my cock superimposed as Lexi’s microphone with the caption ‘Drive HER loves wet cock’. That stupid Jimmy Schnell interview has everyone calling me ‘wet cock’ instead of Brett Brock?”

“Seriously? No one has ever called you ‘wet cock’ instead of ‘Brett Brock?’”

I stare hard at him, “No. Nobody has ever made fun of me, Hal.”

“Brett, get a grip. Famous people get roasted all the time.”

“Enough excuses! I’m a professional,” I say, pounding my fist to the desk. “This isn’t funny. I’m trying to be taken seriously as a quarterback. I don’t want to be thought of as Lexi Driver’s cabana boy! If I’m ever going to be first line—”

“Brett, calm down. A cock shot has never ruined a career. Considering the size of the package, you have nothing to worry about. Plenty of male celebrities survived this one and still work in the entertainment industry. You got your panties in a twist here.”

“I feel violated,” I say through gritted teeth. “Christ sake, Hal! I have people online debating from my shot whether I have an STD!”

Hal restrains himself from laughing. “Look on the bright side, your doctor came out to the press and squashed those rumors immediately.”

“Hal, the subject shouldn’t have been up for debate.”

Hal stares at me for a long moment, “What do you want me to do?”

“In the very least you could talk to the network! See if EAN can’t blackmail an apology out of her!”

“Wait. You’re not looking for a genuine apology?” Hal scrunches up his face.

“I know I’m not going to get one from her. She made her views very plain on Jimmy’s show.”

“Ah. You’re looking to save face? What’s done is done, Brett. Act like nothing happened and move on.”

“I don’t want that woman in the locker room again, Hal. Can you at least make that possible?”

Hal taps his fingers on the desk for a moment, “You know, Jade Stolt might become the next big thing. Rather than trying to get back at Lexi, I’d be looking to do her a favor.”

I snigger, “I hear Jade does all the favors.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hal asks, though the expression on his face suggests he already knows.

“She’s the type to be with any man that she thinks could further her career. Did you know she slept with one of the studio managers at EAN to get her job? Word has it the guy recorded it to his cell.”

“What?” Hal chortles. “Which studio manager? I’d love a peek at that.”

“Steve Guthrie. He does all the new hires and assigns the jobs to the girls.”

“Huh.” Hal pauses in thought. “You know, if you want to destroy Lexi Driver, why don’t you find out if she gets around as much as Jade? I’m sure you could find some evidence. I’m sure Steve Guthrie isn’t the only one that takes video. Surely Lexi has slept with a few losers?”

“Already looked into it.” I sigh. “Nothing. Clean. None of the guys have slept with her to help her career or know anyone that has. I’d like to know how the hell she got to where she is.”

The corners of Hal’s eyes crinkle, “Well she is hot. I’d tap that.”

“I doubt she’d go for you.”

“Hey, some chicks dig bald guys.”

“As far as I know the only bald guy chicks dig is Mr. Clean.”

“Jackass.” The corners of his mouth turn up. “If she bothers you that much, next time you get a chance, why don’t you play the game of your life and humiliate her in the interview afterward.”

“Fat chance.” I fold my arms across my chest. “Dion is rarely injured, and I doubt he’ll be traded any time soon.”

Hal looks back down to the paperwork on his desk, hinting for me to leave. “Good talking to you, Brett, but seriously I should be getting back to work,” he says, his eyes on his papers.

“Researching new possible clients?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“See you then.” I get up and leave his office. It was true. There was no denying that Lexi Driver was a looker. But the situation was ironic. I had spent countless nights picturing Lexi Driver interviewing me on EAN; what questions she’d ask me and the smart answers I’d give. Getting an interview with her would mean big things for my career—Lexi only interviews the best athletes or players that had game-changing moments. Now, I can’t imagine sharing the screen with her. I’ll never live this down.

Still, how had Lexi Driver become successful in the sports entertainment industry without screwing her way to the top? Hal’s right; Lexi is a gorgeous woman. It’s hard to imagine that no powerful man or athlete has exchanged a favor or interview for sex. As I step into the elevator I realize there is a way to get revenge. The whole world has already seen my dick, why not let them see what it’s capable of? My eyes brighten as my mouth curves.