𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭

Like Father Like Son

Marcus leisurely rested on the living room sofa. His feet were propped up on top of the coffee table before him. One leg crossed over the other as he sipped his beer. On his lap was the play book he was supposed to be studying. Marcus just couldn't seem to peel his eyes from the television screen long enough to open it. ESPN's First Take was on and Stephen Smith was once again having an epic rant. This time his topic of discussion was The Atlanta Knights.

Marcus listened as the commentator criticized his team. He minced no words while stating his opinion about Sunday night's game. Marcus watched a few seconds longer before he located the remote and turned it off. He leaned forward, elbows to his knee while he massaged his temples. Suddenly he heard the front door open followed by his wife's voice.

" Take your ass up to your room and don't come out until I tell you to" Nia roared.

Marcus rose from his seat to see what all the commotion was. He made his way over to the foyer in just enough time to witness his son stumping up the stairs. Nia's hands were full with shopping bags, so Marcus quickly took them off of her hands. He carried them over to the couch and sat them down. Nia kicked off her heels and followed him into the living room. "Damn,women. Did you save any for somebody else?" Marcus said, referring to the mass of shopping bags.

" Oh, there's more out in the car. I only have two hands, "she replied. It was no secret how much Nia loved fashion. She was always rocking the finest threads from high end clothing designers. Even before her husband's riches she had the ability to make a cheap fit look like Couture. Her sense of style is conservative yet bold and unique. Similar to that of Kim Kardashian. It was because of this she was always on the tabloids radar. Nia loved the limelight.

There's nothing like a little retail therapy to get a cheating ass nigga out of your head. In fact it was times like these when She would really ball out. She had no plans on leaving her Marcus anytime soon, so over the years she found other ways to put his ass in check. She would run his pockets every time he stepped outta line. She had visited all of her favorite shops on Rodeo Drive and charged every purchase to Marcus's Amex card. He'll find that out soon. That'll teach his ass to fuck with her. Nia hardly ever tripped with Marcus. She rather hit him where it hurts instead.

" You know, I read somewhere that the average affair cost around two thousand. That doesn't include the cost of gifts, dinners, hotel fees and other expenses" Nia informed, as she counted down on her fingers. Marcus looked at Nia like she was crazy. She rambled on. "So, the expense for my pain and suffering as a wife whose husband can't keep his dick in his pants, is priceless," Nia shrugged.

Marcus sucked his teeth "You on some bullshit, Man" he said, nudging her forehead with his index finger. It wasn't hard enough to cause any damage but he was sure he'd gotten his point across. It was his own way of chastising her for being careless with his money. He was pissed. It seemed like the more money he made, the more she would spend. They weren't hurting for cash or anything. In fact they were very well off but he wasn't trying to go out like Mr. Hammer either. It was important for him to save up and build generational wealth. He wanted to make sure that his son never wanted for anything.

Marcus wanted his family to be set up nicely when he retired. He had come from a struggle and didn't want to ever end up back in that type of situation. Though Marcus was still in his prime he wasn't naive to the game. Football or any sport for that matter has no guarantees. All it takes is the wrong move or hit in the right place at the right time to end an athlete's career forever. It was because of this that Nia's spending habits were becoming a major problem. If she kept it up he may have to block her out somehow.

Nia smacked his hand away " Yeah, Cheating ain't cheap, nigga. And don't be poking me either" She snickered, knowing that she had struck a nerve.

Marcus blew out a breath of discontent. Nia was something else but Marcus couldn't lie, he loves her crazy ass. She kept him on his toes. Nia was the true definition of a rider. That was one of the things he loved most about her. They had an understanding with one another that most people didn't agree with. They didn't care. Their marriage wasn't for everyone else to get. Nia and Marcus both knew what it was and to them that was all that mattered. A lot of people feel like he has it easy but Nia's spending was becoming a pain in his ass.