One-Shot Stories

23-year-old Brooke Marie had everything she could ever want. Her dad's family were second generation owners of the Pittsburgh Steelers Football Club, so that meant her family was extremely wealthy, but she was the most humble girl you could ever meet. She wasn't a snobby rich brat, she loved and respected everyone around her. She was also dating Marc-Andre Fleury of the now Vegas Golden Knights (formerly Pittsburgh Penguins), but when he takes things a little too out of proportion, things get to be a little crazy.

Marc-Andre, Brooke, and the entire Penguins team were celebrating their second consecutive Stanley Cup win after defeating the Nashville Predators in six games. Brooke's dad was hosting the party at the family's elaborate mansion outside of the city and invited many people to join in on the fun prior to the team going their separate ways for the summer.

Inside the house, Brooke was whipping up her favorite summer salad recipe for everyone to enjoy when Evgeni "Geno" Malkin came in from the backyard, "Hey Brookie!"

"Geno! How are you my dear?" Brooke asked with a big smile.

Geno nodded, "So good! I missed you so much. You look so lovely."

"Aw, why thank you! You look handsome yourself. Can you believe you're going back home to Russia with two cups now?" Brooke grinned.

"Not at all! So, how are you and Marc doing?" Geno asked, eating a couple potato chips.

Brooke giggled, "So amazing. He's so good to me."

"You know, you look so beautiful today. I want to have you all to myself," Geno slurred, inching closer to her.

Brooke took a step back, "Geno, your wife is outside. You look handsome too, but don't do this."

Geno placed a strand of her smooth blonde hair behind her ear, "But I can't help it. You are a beautiful girl."

"You are very handsome yourself, yes, but stop flirting with me," Brooke said, but she couldn't stop herself from staring at his muscular chest.

Geno took her hand and rubbed it up and down him, "You like the way that feels?"

"Uh, yeah. Mhmm. Yeah," Brooke replied nervously.

Marc came in from the backyard to get a bottle of beer, "What the hell is this!? What is going on? Are you two flirting!?"

"No, baby, no! No!" Brooke insisted.

"Then why the fuck are you feeling up my friend!? Are you crazy!?" Marc's voice began to raise.

Brooke walked over to her boyfriend of three years, "Babe, he's drunk. Nothing happened. Trust me."

Geno leaned against the wall, "Marc, you a lucky man. Brookie is gorgeous. Do not let her go!"

"I never plan on it! Now, go outside!" Marc demanded.

Geno went outside to join the party. Brooke turned back to her boyfriend, hands on her hips, "That was so damn unnecessary. Geno and I have known each other for years!"

Marc pinned her against the wall, "You are mine and mine only. Tonight, when everyone is gone, I'm gonna show you just how much you are mine! Got it?"

Brooke nodded, "Yes."

"Good. Now, finish cooking and let's join everyone," Marc huffed, heading outside.

What got into Marc? Was he drunk too? Should Brooke be panicking?

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