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It took her a few minutes to respond, stalling me from getting dressed.
Wifey
Touchdowns equal toys.
I propped one hand against the locker to compose myself. My mind pushed my football plays to the back burner, replacing it with thoughts of Mia’s creaming middle.
“Marcus!” Bryce yelled, and I snapped out of my thoughts.
“Yea, I’m cool,” I said as I surveyed the room to refocus on football.
Standing in the tunnel before the team introduction, I found Bryce’s eyes behind his football helmet.
“I need two touchdowns,” I said.
With his hands cuffed in the neck of the uniform, he chuckled. “Marcus, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you today, but get open.”
We were on New England’s thirty and we needed a touchdown. Mackamore had locked me up most of the game. Bryce and the offensive coordinator came up with a play to get me some separation.
“Cup Cakes, Janet’s house, Silent Night. Hike,” Bryce said.
I pushed off the line of scrimmage, running up the middle on a slant. Mackamore was on me until I did a double move, and he ran past me. The end zone was wide open. I searched for the ball as it spun beautifully in the air and right into my hands. The cannons sounded and the crowd erupted, doing the body roll dance with me.
By the end of the game, I had three touchdowns. New England made a fourth quarter run and Bryce and I went to work on the routes. They couldn’t stop our connections. While everyone else played around in the locker room, I packed my bag to get home. Mia had made me promises, and I wanted all of them.
Walking through the exit, I held the door open for Mrs. Stedman and I figured pay back was on the menu.
“Good game, Marcus. The connection you and Bryce have is amazing. Do you think you could talk to the coach about my husband?” she asked.
“I’m still new. Who are you and who is your husband?” I asked as I held the door with my body.
“Sorry, you didn’t come to our annual welcome back party. I’m Allison Stedman,” she said and extended her hand.
“Ma’am, stop trying to sneak inside the building. You are not Stedman’s wife,” I said.
“We’ve been married for ten years,” she said and flashed her ring.
I bunched my brows together before I gave the dagger. “Whoa, let me go,” I said, but she grabbed my arm.
“Mrs. Stedman, I don’t want to get into anyone else’s business,” I said.
“Too late,” she responded with flared nostrils.
I dropped my shoulders to sell my performance. “He introduced me to a woman with honey blonde hair and a rose tattoo on her shoulder. They were kissing in the parking lot. He called her his wife,” I said.
We stood silent as she put on her poker face. “Thank you, Marcus,” she said and rushed inside the building.
Check mate.
Sitting in traffic, I replayed Mia’s video of her sticking the vibrator in and out of her pussy before the phone vibrated.
“What’s up, Bryce?” I answered on speaker phone.
“Man, what the fuck did you do?” he asked between hard chuckles.
I knew by now, Stedman’s wife was on the phone with the divorce attorney.
“Stedman and Vick on the hunt for your ass.”
