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“Why haven’t we had sex?”
When Jesse Gunn, one of the biggest stars of World Class Wrestling, voiced that million dollar question, yet again, I was stunned. After turning him down countless times, I thought eventually he'd give up.
Unexpectedly thrown together for a work project, my mind went to places I’d never allowed. Dirty places where sweaty, naked bodies take center ring and names are rasped out in the heat of the moment.
Now, my time is spent wondering if a certain part of him could possibly live up to his last name, distracting me from my full time job - as his boss.
Can I continue to keep things professional or will I give in and tussle?
Tussle is a full length sports romantic comedy standalone.
“Why haven’t we had sex?”
When Jesse Gunn, one of the biggest stars of World Class Wrestling, voiced that million dollar question, yet again, I was stunned. After turning him down countless times, I thought eventually he'd give up.
Unexpectedly thrown together for a work project, my mind went to places I’d never allowed. Dirty places where sweaty, naked bodies take center ring and names are rasped out in the heat of the moment.
Now, my time is spent wondering if a certain part of him could possibly live up to his last name, distracting me from my full time job - as his boss.
Can I continue to keep things professional or will I give in and tussle?
Tussle is a full length sports romantic comedy standalone.
Two years. That’s the amount of time I’ve wasted lusting after Wyatt Douglas.
He had me the moment he roared up on his bike and flashed his charismatic smile my way. I wanted to jump on, wrap my arms around him, and ride off into the sunset.
Then my brother introduced him as his friend and crushed my short lived happily ever after.
To make matters worse, we work together at World Class Wrestling and our storylines are intertwined. I have a strict rule I’ve always adhered to: never mix business with pleasure.
But with each moment we spend together, avoiding that carefully drawn line is becoming more difficult.
There’s an ongoing rumble between my heart and my head. Which one will win out in the end?
Two years. That’s the amount of time I’ve wasted lusting after Wyatt Douglas.
He had me the moment he roared up on his bike and flashed his charismatic smile my way. I wanted to jump on, wrap my arms around him, and ride off into the sunset.
Then my brother introduced him as his friend and crushed my short lived happily ever after.
To make matters worse, we work together at World Class Wrestling and our storylines are intertwined. I have a strict rule I’ve always adhered to: never mix business with pleasure.
But with each moment we spend together, avoiding that carefully drawn line is becoming more difficult.
There’s an ongoing rumble between my heart and my head. Which one will win out in the end?