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◣the gridiron.2◢

summary: told in flashbacks and the present the gridiron follows chanel dawson and joseph anoa'i's relationship from college football to the NFL and all that is in between.

content warnings⚠️: racism word count: 2.255

◤chapter two: silly rabbit◥

Her nails always matched her current mood; black, with gold detailing across her almond shaped nails was her current fixation. Power. Dominance. Control. Luxury. When she had gone to see her nail technician there was very little talk about the news that broke this morning. She saw the faces, heard the murmurs, but knew they wouldn’t step out of place and address her directly. They could whisper all they wanted. She was there to relax before meeting up with the girl who thought she could ruin an eleven year relationship.

Chanel’s lawyer had already begun the paperwork necessary. Chanel was just going to meet with the girl as a formality, lay down what was going to happen and what the girl needed to expect to happen.

Tapping her nails on the wheel of her car, Chanel sat in the parking lot of Chateau Rosé. It was an upscale restaurant that Chanel enjoyed because of the quality of the food and service. She also knew the girl would show for two reasons. One, she used Joseph’s phone to make the ‘date’. Two, it was an upscale restaurant and she knew the girl would assume he was paying for her food in an attempt to persuade her against whatever plan she had.

That was not the case.

She wanted to already be seated when the girl arrived but opted for the reverse. She wanted to see the look on the golddigger’s face when she slid into their private booth. Such a sight was already making her tingle in anticipation.

“Yes, Mrs. Anoa’i, your table is ready and your guests have already arrived.”

“Wonderful. Have the wine menu sent to my table please.”

“Of course, Mrs. Anoa’i.”

The hostess greeted her warmly when she first entered. As she walked among the other patrons they flirted their eyes over her fitted jeans and white shirt. The black blazer and matching stilettos gave an air of indifference and simplicity. The ten carat emerald cut yellow diamond on her finger flashed as her hand moved up to tuck her black curls from her face.

As they approached the table, Chanel was surprised to see an elderly woman waiting as well. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to let any of that deter her. Nor was she going to let this girl think she had control because of it.

“Good morning ladies,’ she said brightly as she slid into the booth across from them.

She watched their faces fall as they quickly glanced at each other. The file she had on the table suddenly slid away, but Chanel’s hand stopped it.

“I assume this is for my husband?”

Destiny Crawford. Dark hair, bright blue eyes, and tan was the type of woman that thought the world owed her and she should be given what she wanted when she wanted it. Chanel was about to snatch her back down to reality.

“Um, ye-yes it is. Where is he?”

She had the nerve to look around the restaurant.

“He won’t be joining us. As a matter of fact, your contact with him ends today Ms. Crawford.”

Snooty, the girl’s mother spoke up. “She is pregnant with his child. He should be here.”

“It’s funny you mention that. How far along are you exactly?”

The who and what didn’t really matter to Chanel. She didn’t care about that. Her job right now was to poke holes in this story for the sake of their finances. To a lot of people Chanel came off as money hungry and a gold digger. She let them believe that. It was energy wasted trying to convince them otherwise. If anything, Chanel’s position in finance made her think about money and its meaning more than its value to be spent.

Pulling the file in her direction she opened it to see photos of text messages, emails, and a doctor's report stating she was about three weeks pregnant. Hm. That didn’t quite line up with the timeline Joseph had explained to her. One of them was lying.

“It’s all right there.”

Thirsty, Destiny suddenly took a long sip of her drink. Chanel glanced at the glass. It seemed to be orange juice, but the pensive look on her mother’s face made her think it was something a little extra. She’d ask for a copy of the receipt later.

“I’m glad you brought these. I’m waiting on Instagram and Twitter to send me copies of his as well. Just for further comparison.” She paused while flipping through the pages. “I can check his emails later tonight.”

Destiny scowled as she set her glass down. “You don’t need to do that. It’s all right there in black and white for you to see! I’m pregnant with his baby.”

“Be that as it may, I don’t care who the father is, honestly. This isn’t some meal ticket to a six figure pay-out each month. If this is his child there are some stipulations to how child support will work. I’m here to inform you of those before my lawyer reaches out to you. I suggest you get one.”

Destiny’s mother sucked her teeth. “He has to help take care of the baby. Physically and financially.”

Chanel smiled as the waitress arrived. Their orders were taken upon Chanel’s insistence and as the waitress left so did Chanel’s patience.

“Here’s the deal and you have no choice but to take it; Joseph will have joint custody and visitation whenever his schedule permits it. He can and will take the child on vacation with us out of the country if we decide to do so. You will get no more than two thousand dollars a month in child support. Insurance will be covered by us as well as medical expenses. After having two of his children and running the finances, that is more than enough, especially for a newborn that can’t do anything but shit and eat.”

Chanel knew she was being harsh. However, this girl had friends who would throw her a lavish baby shower and the first few month’s supply of diapers, clothes, and baby necessities would be given as gifts. Plus, as grandmother, Chanel knew she would be spending money as well.

Destiny looked at her mother with a hard gaze. There was an unspoken conversation before she spoke up again.

“You can’t determine that. The courts can. We will file for more money than that. His support payment will reflect his income.”

“I control the finances of the home. The multiple investments, credit cards, bank accounts...all that runs through me. If that child is his, and you better hope so because the lawsuits coming your way will have you in debt in the grave, we will provide for the child because of joint custody. Not you. You are not my child. You are not his child. You’re going to work or you can sit at home and figure out how to live off those two stacks.”

“I don’t know who raised you this way, but I’m sure those black babies aren’t even his! You hooked him in with a damn lie yourself just to get his money!.”

Destiny’s face paled at her mother’s harsh words.

“If anyone is the whore at this table it’s you!”

It was one thing to speak about herself or Joseph. It was a deep can of shit one opened when they spoke to Chanel's children.

“Excuse me?”

“She didn’t-’ Destiny stuttered. “Mom!”

“Oh she meant it. Let me tell you something, I’m the whore that will be taking care of your grandchild when he’s on the road. Joseph is a damn good father, but he is shit at child rearing. I will be the point of contact whether you want me to be or not. I am also the woman that if I tell him to forget this child exists he will, even if it is his. He will sign over his parental rights just to make me happy and in the end you won’t get a damn thing from him.”

She would never ask him to do that, but putting that fear in Destiny and her mother made her inwardly grin. She drummed her black nails on the table. Power.

“If you ever talk about our children like that again, Mrs. Crawford I will make sure your daughter is sucking dick on a street corner. I will also come at you with a lawsuit for even attempting to coerce her into entrapment with my husband.”

“I just want him to provide for the baby. We had sex, you can use all of this in the divorce case, right?”

It was like bells had rung from the sistine chapel.

“I’m not divorcing my husband over some silly little girl and the garbanzo bean in her stomach. I don’t plan on divorcing him any time soon.” She paused. “I hope you didn't. I'd leave him and he’d come running to you?”

Destiny looked down.

“Oh he fucked with a dumb ass for real,” Chanel sighed. “You know, I don’t think I’m mad he did what he did. I’m mad he insulted my intelligence by fucking you.”

Food came swiftly and so did the tab. It was clear they had plans to make Joseph pay for it because when they realized it was separate checks, and theirs was lengthy, Destiny slumped in her seat. Chanel grabbed it for a moment, snapped a picture, and passed it back.

“You invited us to lunch, you should at least pay!” The mother snapped. Her anger clearly still bubbling under her horribly tanned skin.

“I would have. Had I not seen that she ordered an alcoholic beverage and she’s three weeks pregnant. Clear your schedule tomorrow. You’re going to see my OBGYN for a pregnancy test.”

Using cash, Chanel paid her bill and slipped her shades back on. “It was nice meeting you ladies. Meet me tomorrow at nine. I will send you the address.”

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Chanel was home a few hours later with bags from Sephora, Carters, Addias, and other familiar stores strewn across the bed. When Joseph came in from the gym he peeked into a few of them; slightly grinning at some of the lace and frilly bras and panties. He took a shower before he sought her out. Going down the hall he realized the kids were out. When he found his wife she was sitting in her office by her desk. He knocked twice but she didn’t look up from what she was working on.

“Are you going to ignore me?” He said after standing there for another three minutes. Folding his arms over his chest, he waited for her to respond. “Chanel.”

“I have a feeling she isn’t pregnant. I’m taking her to my doctor tomorrow. Who says they are three weeks pregnant and then drinks alcohol?”

“How do you know?”

“I met with her and her mother today. They were expecting you because I used your phone to set up the meeting.”

Closing the file she had been working on, Chanel stood up and started to put away the various folders on her desk. Each color coded with a purpose. She had a black one specifically for Destiny. He reached up and scratched the back of his head.

“You think that was a good idea?”

Brown eyes startled him as they snapped up to stare holes in his face. “Good ideas are not something you need to talk to me about.”

“Where are the kids?” He didn’t want to argue about this tonight so he conceded.

Chanel grabbed both phones before she passed Joseph and headed towards their bedroom. “My sister was in town. She wanted to spend a few days with them before she left for New England Sunday. She picked them up from school. I thought it was best if they weren’t in town right now.”

“Wait, where did she take them?”

Chanel pulled up the text on her phone after selecting the text thread she had with Audre. “She took them to the beach.”

“So it’s just us for the next four days?” He stepped up close behind his wife.

“Yep.”

He couldn’t remember the last time they had uninterrupted alone time. After Kelani was born they always took family trips. It was hard getting alone time when the kids were constantly in and out of their room.

Stopping by the bed she placed the bags for the kids on the floor while dumping the black and white Sephora bag. Most of that was replacement for lipsticks, foundations, and other items she was running low on. It was still a hefty price tag because Pat Mcgrath had some new items she grabbed at the last minute.

He was careful when he reached to wrap his arms around his wife’s waist. He wasn’t sure what she was feeling and that was always the hardest to handle. He didn’t know exactly how angry she was. He was about to bend down to rest his head on her shoulder when she peeled his arms away. Her hand flattened against his chest to push him away. He could see the pain she tried to hide in her eyes and a piece of his heart broke. Again.

He fucked up.

“Baby,’

“Sleep in the guest room. I ordered from Waiter because I didn’t want to cook. It should be here in about thirty minutes.”

“We made a promise not to go to bed angry.”

Raking her hands through her hair, Chanel then rubbed her arms.

“I’m not angry. I’m disappointed.”

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◣the gridiron◢

summary: told in flashbacks and the present the gridiron follows chanel dawson and joseph anoa'i's relationship from college football to the NFL and all that is in between.

content warnings⚠️: depictions of sex, foul language, sub/dom dynamic, oral f-receiving, fingering, 🔞 (character face claim: brook valentine) word count: 3.765

◤chapter one: when the bomb drops◥

Chanel Anoa'i was many things. An idiot was not one of them. Her husband, Quarterback to the San Francisco 49ers, Joseph Anoa’i, had been kissing up to her for almost two weeks. He came home earlier, didn’t go out as often with his teammates, handled most of their two kids daily routine so she could sleep in late, and had been the doting husband any woman could ask for. All that meant was that he had done something and was sugaring up to her before breaking the news. How he could think she hadn’t caught on to his game was beyond her. He played it off so nicely. Well, tried to.

Just helping out.

I got that babygirl go sit and relax.

I’m not up to anything. I just want to help you out.

Oh, Joseph must have thought she had the IQ of a goldfish. Did he forget who he married? Who he had been with since college when he wasn’t taking football serious?

When she got home from their son’s flag football practice after dropping their daughter off with her sister, she sent him to clean up for dinner. Before she could even ask how Joseph’s meeting went with his coaches he was whisking her off to their bedroom. A bath had been drawn and filled with bubbles of her favorite scent, there was a thick layer of rose petals all over the white and gray marble flooring, and wine cold and crisp. She really knew then he was about to tell her some fucked up shit. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t romantic and sweet like this. That’s one of the reasons she had been with him for so long. He was a literal six foot six Prince Charming, but she was always wary because he was usually self centered and annoying during the pre-season. Him doting on her when he should be focusing on getting ready for the football season raised the red flag for her.

“What is all of this?” She asked.

Joseph kissed her forehead while sliding her jacket off her shoulders.

“For you.”

He saw the question in her eyes and until he had her naked he ignored it. Holding her by the waist, he helped her ease into the large claw foot tub. He pushed at her shoulders until she stretched out and pecked her lips while sitting on the floor behind her.

“You know your son are going to destroy the house if we both stay here too long.”

At six years old their eldest child, Roman was the much needed light to their lives. It had been hard having them at the early stages of their marriage, but the made it work. Usually that time was for the couple to spend time adjusting to their new life.

Most women would have left after waiting for a ring as long as she did, but when Joseph signed with the NFL his second year of college time flew by. Between traveling when she could to see him and her own studies finishing up they somehow made it work. She was beyond blessed.

Chanel felt Joseph’s hands snake over her shoulders and down her chest as he moved to his knees outside the tub behind her.

“Then I better move my fingers fast, hmm?”

His mouth on her neck almost distracted her from his hand dipping between her legs. Chanel squirmed as he slowly parted her sensitive folds. The water threatened to erupt over the side of the tub from her body jerking into his hand. Her body was searing hot, warming only from his ministrations. He knew her body well enough that when his thick middle finger slipped inside of her the soft and gummy walls had not time to prepare before he was stroking them into a fluttering frenzy.

“How are you this tight, hm?” He whispered. “You need Daddy to stretch you out again?”

His idea of stretching her out was her on her back as he pushed her open legs into the bed. He would push his dick as far as it would go and lay there, not moving, as she rutted and came so hard his stomach was covered in her essence. Joseph was smug about the fact that she could come from just sitting on his dick. He would often pull her into his lap just to watch her whine and whimper from being full.

It had been a rough year for him career wise and this small joy made his days a lot better. He had numerous videos of his wife propped in his lap, full of him, as he did mundane things like watch TV or talk on the phone. Her pleasure was definitely his at this point and she could sit on him as much as her heart desired.

Chanel whimpered as he added a second finger. It was nothing compared to the heavy muscle between his legs. She was on the verge of begging for more when his free hand wrapped around her throat.

“Answer me bunny….”

Oh, Daddy was in that mood tonight.

His fingers stilled inside of her and she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her from behind. “Don’t keep me waiting. Open that pretty little mouth of yours.” He growled into her ear.

He tapped on her full bottom lip with his wet fingers. She opened her mouth and her eyes fluttered as he pressed two fingers against her tongue.

“You’re so fucking nasty,’ he muttered as her mouth closed around the digits to suck.

Chanel preened at the praise and snapped her thighs shut around the hand between her legs.

“Yes!” She was delirious at this point. “Stretch me open please?”

The bath was long forgotten as Joseph lifted her out of the tub. Wet and dripping, he carried her to their bed. She’d fuss about the wet sheets tomorrow, but right now she was tossed onto them as Joseph stood just off to the side of her while stripping out of his clothes. His scent filled her nose as he grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Patting her thighs, he pushed them apart while holding them to the bed and flattened his tongue right against her pussy.

“Let me eat first bunny.”

Chanel cursed as Joseph licked and sucked on her clit. He was a loud eater. Slurping and smacking his lips as his tongue slipped into where his fingers had been just minutes ago. He was on a mission to make her come undone. Normally he was a lazy eater. Taking his time as she stroked her hands through his hair and scratched his scalp. He would worship her like he was leaving his offering at her temple. On those days she agreed to whatever he wanted.

Right now he was primal. Lapping at her like she was the finest of milk for a cat. Her hands gripped the sheets as warmth started to grow around her belly and thighs. Joseph knew when she was close. His hands on her always let him know what was happening with his wife’s body. He loved his wife’s body. Maybe because he had a hand in it. Two kids, numerous workouts together, fucking, he had his hands branded on her body.

They were also adventurous in bed. When Joseph’s tongue slipped south she knew she was in for a long night. It was an odd feeling to feel his tongue around her ass, but when he slipped his fingers into her pussy she swallowed that cry of protest. Joseph wasn’t one to just tap on her spot until she came. He pressed down on it and let his tongue do the work against her clit. He found she squirted the hardest because of it and he loved the way she tasted.

Looking up at his wife coming undone he smirked.

“Feed me bunny,’ he rubbed his teeth against her clit a few times before sucking it into his mouth.

Chanel’s body arched up off the bed, her nails nearly ripping the sheets, mouth open as she moaned. Hysterical Chanel’s toes curled as Joseph relentlessly licked her clit. The warmth that had spread around her belly was all over now. She was hot and so close to the edge.

“Are you holding back from me?” He started to move his fingers. Roughly pushing against her g-spot. “Don’t make me take it, Chanel.”

The way she was feeling was euphoric and she didn’t want it to end.

His voice was deep and rough. She wanted to come, but it felt too good to end the sensation. She felt one of his hands as it trailed up her stomach, the valley between her breasts. Long fingers curled around her throat. He bore down and his weight of his arm held her to the bed. She knew better than to close her legs.

“Da….ddy,’ she cried, ‘shit please…..”

Her voice was broken from his hand wrapped around her throat. Her cheeks were warm as her oxygen supply was cut in half. Joseph watched as she gave into the pleasure. Her clenched hands relaxed and her back dropped to the bed from its arch. He loved it when she finally submitted to him. The fight between them was so fun, but when Chanel just gave her body to him he really took care of her.

“That’s my bunny," he worked his fingers faster, tweaking her nipples between his fingers as she sobbed from his doing. “Such a good girl. You’re gonna come right?”

Joseph sat up on his knees and held her chin in his hand so he could turn her head to face him.

“You come for Daddy when you’re ready okay?” He cooed.

Her expessions made him grin. The delierium on her face made his dick strain against his sweats. It was almost painful.

Chanel grunted in reply as she focused on his fingers. She closed her eyes and held onto his wrist as it flicked between her legs. He was so dominant in the bed. He relented to her nights of control, but when he had it she melted and not to be blasphemous; but she gave up the ghost. Joseph damn near felt like a god. He leaned down, his lips sucking her earlobe into his mouth. His tongue licked the shell of her ear and he shivered.

There were some slapping sounds she couldn’t place above her loud moans and cries of Daddy, Joseph and my Wolf. She only realized he’d been slapping her cunt while she squirted on his hand.

His body covered hers moments later. He kissed her through the aftershocks of her orgasm while rubbing the tip of his dick between swollen lips. Chanel hadn’t even seen him take off his sweats. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pushed to the hilt with one thrust.

“Fuck my pussy feels so good,’ he grunted in her ear as he laid still and held her.

Beneath him, Chanel wiggled her hips. Her breath was caught in her throat as she felt another orgasm coming. Sensitive, her walls fluttered around his dick sucking him deeper.

“Damn girl. That dick feels too good doesn’t it.”

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Chanel rolled over and snatched her phone off the bedside table. Joseph followed and kissed her shoulder. The bright light from her phone made her groan. How they managed to fuck in the dark like that and not notice? She saw the time first. Had four hours really gone by?

“Who is it,’ Joseph asked.

“An email,’ hoarse, she looked over her shoulder and glared at Joseph. It was his doing.

“Wives meeting in two days. You know preseason prep shit.” Putting her phone back down she turned around in her husband's arms.

Like teenagers they went into kissing again, tongue and all, like they had no care in the world. Naked, sweaty, and sore, Chanel knew she had to get up and check on their. Four hours of silence wasn’t common.

“What did you do to get him quiet like that?” Chanel sat up. Joseph’s eyes dropped to her bare breast before he looked back up at her. Clearing his throat he looked towards the door.

“I said you were sick and I had to take care of you. Plus I bought them some new shit to play with in their rooms.”

“Keep on lying to my babies. I will fight you.”

Chanel thought she was strong enough to stand up. When her feet hit the floor and she was standing, her body betrayed her after one step. No matter how many times they had sex she was always sore afterwards. From the floor she heard him laughing. Her hand shot up as she flipped him off.

“Fuck you.”

“You did and look where you are,’ he shot back. “You need Daddy to help you up?”

“Fuck……..no, that’s why I’m on this damn floor in the first fucking place.” She rolled onto her back with a heavy sigh. “Makes no damn sense how big your dick is. It’s ridiculously disrespectful.”

“Keep talking shit I’m going to come down there and fuck your mouth next.”

Snorting, she bit down on her lip. “Do it then.”

She had been joking. Fully joking. When his head appeared over the side of the bed she grimaced and rolled away from him. “Stop playing,’ she whined.

His long arm reached out and swatted her on the ass before he grabbed a hand full of it.

“Come back to bed. Roman is fine. I even called and checked on Kelani while you were asleep.”

“Such a good daddy,’ she mumbled while dragging herself into the bed.

“I can be even better.”

He helped her back under the covers before disappearing beneath them. His head on her thigh she felt his tongue against her pussy again. He was slow eating this time. Savoring the taste of them as his hands smoothed up her sides and over her chest. It wasn’t about the orgasm this time. He just wanted to make her feel good.

If she came ...then she came.

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He broke the news to her the following morning with exactly three minutes to spare before it flooded the blogs, Twitter, and news outlets:

Joseph Anoa’i’s possible infidelity exposed!

49ers Quarterbacks mistress steps forward!!

Sources state the affair had been going on for a few months……

Chanel worked her tongue around her mouth as Joseph explained what was real. It was only twice. She was a cheerleader for the team, it didn’t mean anything, he was sorry.

“That’s why you fucked me last night and had been doing all this nice shit. Fuck, Joseph, a cheerleader? You couldn’t get a bitch with brain cells?”

He knew better than to answer that question.

Chanel stood up from the kitchen table and checked her watch. “Is she pregnant?”

“She said she might be.”

“Which means you’ve been with her recently.”

She tried to think back to when he could have slept with her. The last event that she didn’t attend was a party for the owner's birthday. Chanel had stayed home with the kids because Benjamin had gotten sick.

“The last time it happened fast. I didn’t…..it wasn’t like I was planning to meet her. It all just happened so fast.”

“Oh shut up. The flu just happens, breaking a nail just happens! You sticking your dick in some bitch doesn’t just happen. Don’t insult me like that.”

“It’s not…. it…..wasn’t even hard all the way.”

Was he was trying to make light of the situation? Show her that he’d only get it up for her? It was the truth. Half flaccid sex wasn’t as enjoyable and he didn’t even remember getting off, either time.

“So you’re out here fucking bitches with a soft dick….disrespecting me? After I damn near died last night?” She rolled her shoulders and pursed her lips together but soon mumbled. “I’m choking on dick every night and you fucking hoes flaccid? Don’t disrespect my dick like that again.”

It wasn’t so simple as ‘don’t do it again’. Chanel knew that. She also knew something like this could happen. Maybe she got so comfortable in their many years together that she didn’t expect it to happen.

“She’s been calling me for days now. Trying to get money and she wants to see me.”

Snorting, Chanel grabbed her purse. “You really picked a super dumb bitch.”

Grabbing her phone she shoved it in her purse as Joseph watched her. He knew she was mad but to what extent he didn’t know. He just didn’t want her to leave him. Joseph also knew what she wanted when she held out her hand. Taking a few steps back he unhooked his phone from the charger and placed it in his wife’s hand.

“I will handle all your calls for the rest of the week and this little girl. You just focus on training season because football is something you make sure you don’t fuck over.”

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She left him in the kitchen and put some space between them as she headed out to gather her thoughts and bubbling emotions about her current situation. She didn’t dare look at social media.

Chanel drove through the city with her phone connected to the car’s bluetooth speaker. On the line was her younger sister, Audre who had called as soon as she saw the first post about her brother-in-law.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to go talk to the girl.”

Audre went silent and Chanel rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Do you think that’s a good idea? By yourself I mean.”

“If you are worried I am going to hit her then don’t.”

As the cars moved she reached into her purse for her wallet. She could always use cash, but the black card linked to Joseph’s account spoke to her first. It wasn’t like she didn’t have her own money. They had multiple accounts both separately and jointly, but when it came to the fiances she was over all of them. She handled the money. He was still using up money from his first initial contract with the 49ers.

They had splurged a little with their eight thousand square foot home and six cars. The interior was of top quality material and appliances that would stand the wear and tear of two growing kids. Her wardrobe and his was extensive, the kids' needs were met on all levels and they lived comfortably because of her financial and money investing skill.

She herself was a private accountant for many corporations. Handling their taxes, keeping up with their spending, and making sure they stayed out of financial trouble meant she could work from home in her office. Unless she needed to speak face to face with the owners of these corporations, she didn’t have to leave the house.

“How mad are you sis,’ Audre pressed her sister to open up.

It wasn’t the best thing to do over the phone, but being across the country in college meant she had to improvise.

“I’m getting the phone company to email me the call history and deleted texts, if there are any. I’m calling my lawyer because she’s not coming in and fucking up our stability.”

With a beaming smile, she passed the card to the barista at the window and left a tip in the jar on the sill. Adding the receipt to the small bag in her car, she pulled out of the parking lot with a strawberry frappuccino with the nail salon next on her list.

“How do you know where she lives? The story just broke today.”

“I have his phone.”

“Say what now?” Audre galked.

“I have his phone. So I am going to send her a message and find out where she lives.”

“That does make sense. What doesn’t make sense is him giving you his phone. How do you know he doesn’t have another one?”

“First off, I know his social security number. Joseph doesn’t take a shit without me knowing. Two, we do it all the time. The first time was as a joke. He had mine, I had his. The second time I made a comment about Jey being better at grilling.”

Audre was well aware of Joseph’s younger cousin and the playful rivalry. Both were professional football players, MVPs, etc. They were also jealous of each other, but the love was there. It was a healthy jealousy. It pushed them to be better. When they were with their family there was no talk of football. Just to keep the peace.

“And he took my phone because I was recording.” That was a lie.

Chanel remembered the video he took on her phone of her on her knees in the bathroom as he gave her some meat to think about instead. He didn’t care that she had to redo her makeup from the smeared mascara and eyeliner. Her comment later about his cousin's floozy of the week's potato salad being salty made Joseph grin as he kissed the side of her head.

“I don’t want you to do anything that would make this worse. You catching a case because you popped her isn’t the best thing right now.”

“Don’t police my anger, but I’m not going to hit her. If it makes you feel better I will tell her to meet at my favorite lunch spot.”

Audre praised her skills when it came to deescalating her sister’s plans. “That is a lot better. I wish I could be there to see it go down.”

Needing a shift in subject Chanel grinned. “You could at least have the luxury of traveling when you want if you and Jey would stop hiding that you two are secretly fucking each other. I’m sick of all these random women he brings to these family gatherings.”

“We aren’t together Chanel….’

“You’re lying, but it’s okay.”

“Not everyone wants a football player for a husband.” She snapped.

“If his dick is a n y t h i n g like Joseph’s then I know for a fact that’s what you want. Him playing professional football is just a bonus.”

“Bye Chanel.”

Laughing as the call clicked, Chanel sifted through the incoming text from the wives and other friends. She sent them all the same text. She was careful about the wording. She didn’t want her text ending up in the blogs from a ‘close source’.

I’m handling it.

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