Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 8

Massy's attempt at trying to keep her distances from Odell was not going as planned. If there was one thing you could say about him? It was that he was consistent, and when he wanted something, he was going to get it. His successful attempts at getting him and Massy alone throughout practices were becoming more so entertaining then they were annoying. Mid August came faster than expected and it was only getting hotter. Football season was now weeks away and fans were getting in the spirit. Beckham Jr jerseys were being seen more frequently ever since he made that infamous catch.

Txt from Odell: aye, you busy today?

Massy looked down at her phone a bit confused. Her and Odell had each other's number for a month now, but they never texted one another unless it was a group message involving Leigh on advice with certain workouts, this time it was only his txt and no Leigh added.

Txt to Odell: no, nothing going on today, why? Are you ok?

Massy assumed he did something he wasn't supposed to, had a little more fun then he should have and needed to get some type of therapy in.

Txt from Odell: I'm in the city right now. I know you live in the city. So what's up?

Massy looked down at her phone, chewing on the inside of her cheek, she thought hard for an excuse, so hard, but she had already told him she was free.

Odell stood grinning as Massy opened the front door to her home, keeping her eyes only on his face she smiled back at him, trying to look as annoyed as she could.

"Bout time you had me over" he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth opened at the smell of his cologne and his body pressed up against hers, as he went to release her from his arms she quickly fixed her face.

"Yea yea yea." She said closing the door.

He watched her walk around him to her kitchen, her white tank top fitting her perfectly, a pair of black shorts sitting right above her thighs. He licked his lips and sat down on one of the stools.

"What do you want? And what are you doing in the city?" Massy said pulling the door of her fridge open and grabbing a bottle of water and sliding it across the counter to him.

"It's the weekend, gotta turn up. Get out." Odell stretched his arms out, embracing the beautiful day.

"It's 5 in the evening, what are you turning up for?" Massy frowned at him.

"All I'm saying is WE need to go do something." Odell leaned against the counter his elbows holding his upper body.

"Why? And when did this become a WE thing?" Massy asked.

"Because I want it to be a WE thing, and it's always been a WE thing. So you need to pick something that WE can go do."

Massy scrunched up her face at him and thought for a moment. "Batting Cages." Odell smiled at her suggestion.

"You wanna go to the batting cages?" He repeated after her.

Massy leaned against the counter, her elbows holding the weight of her upper body. She got inches away from Odell's face. "You sound scared." She said making her voice low and seductive. Odell licked his lips while looking at her's, a sexy grin crossed his face as her perfume began to fill his nose every time he breathed in.

"I ain't neva scared babe girl." He said back his voice deeper than normal.

Goosebumps formed all over Massy's body at the sound of his voice, but she managed to keep a straight face. Massy moved in closer, inches from her lips touching his, she could feel the warmth of his breath, looking at him in the eyes she bit down on her bottom lip. Odell's eyes traveled down to her now very visible cleavage. "Yea, we'll see." She finally said then slithered out of his view.

Odell closed his eyes, his head fell in frustration of her teasing him. "Girls mature faster than boys my ass." He said under his breath to himself. He stood up and turned around following Massy to the door. "You're killing me girl." He said to her, Massy let out a evil laugh as Odell closed the door behind him.

Massy and Odell's i********: blew up, there was already chitchat in the works after Odell followed every social media profile she had, but him posting a selfie 5 minutes after Massy posted one, and they both seemed to be in a car. Fans argued under her and his selfie.

"Sheeesh, I see what you mean." Massy said as she looked through the multiple comments. Odell just laughed shaking his head.

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Massy grabbed the all-black aluminum bat, the batting helmet secured around her small head, the white baseball came flying 60 mph at her from the machine. Massy, timing and anticipating the ball, she stepped forward with her left foot and took a swing at the ball sending it much further than Odell thought she would.

Odell smiled, but then frowned as he followed the ball that was still in mid-air. "Damn, you a lot stronger than I thought." He said watching the ball as it was finally being stopped by the black mesh netting.

"I played softball for 6 years." She said as she positioned herself to hit another ball.

"What sport haven't you played." He asked, genuinely wanting to know.

Massy took a swing at another 60 mph ball, sending it just as far as the first one. "Uuummmm, let me get back to you on that." She yelled, getting ready for another ball. Odell shook his head watching her hit home run worthy balls, mumbling under his breath. Massy hit her last ball, sending hit to the mesh net. The machine printed out the speed of how fast her hits were.

She stepped from the caging pushing the heavy metal gate open looking down at her stats. Odell stepped behind her looking over her shoulder. He frowned as if something disgusted him. "Gahdamn Massy." He grabbed the paper from her.

Odell stepped into the cage, gloves wrapped tight around his hand, the machine sent the first ball flying at him, he stepped forward with his left foot and took a swing, sending the ball to the back of the net. Hit after hit, Odell sent them to the net. Massy watched his body, his arms flexing every time the bat came in contact with the ball, the veins in his arms bulged out, his shirt clinging to his muscular back, his grey shorts outlined his perfect butt. She felt tunnel vision approaching as she watched how perfect he was, in a drunken state she licking her lips at the thought of him naked, her right eyebrow raised and a slick grin graced her face. A loud buzzer signaling Odell that he was done and now safe to leave the cage pulled her from her state of daydreaming. He stepped from the cage looking at his stats on the paper.

"Looks like I got you by 10 mph." He said with a smile of accomplishment, his natural lazy eyes all the way closed.

Massy folded her arms across her chest. "Whatever. It's not like I was trying anyway." She said waving him off. Odell busted out laughing.

He threw his arm over her shoulder pulling her close to him. "Hater." he said. Massy rolled her eyes.