Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 7

Odell rolled over and hit the snooze button for the third time, 7am had come quicker than he expected and wanted. He finally opened his eyes, threw his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, his blonde curly hair mushed to one side. He slightly leaned over the toilet releasing himself. He walked from the bathroom and grabbed his phone of the nightstand, multiple missed txt message from different women, a few words of encouragement from his mother, smiling as he looked at her text.

He pulled up his i********: and began scrolling, immediately stopping at Massy's morning selfie. Odell had begun following her on every social media site the minute he learned her name, a few fans making a big deal of it already assuming the two could be a possible fling. He took no time in double-tapping her photo. To his own surprise as much as he was into her he hadn't really stalked her yet, he didn't do the whole look through her i********: for 30 minutes.

He chewed his bottom lip then clicked her profile, scrolling through it, multiple pics of working out, short videos of her doing soccer drills. He licked his lips learning that she was mixed like him. He laughed shaking his head at Massy having the nerve to get on him and make fun of him for his random dancing, but at the end of her videos she'd bust out in her own dancing, and this just wasn't one or two videos this was every video. He scrolled further seeing her dressed and dolled up, ESPN and other sports magazine photos. At work, she was proper, quiet, calm, cool, and collected, all about business, but with childhood friends and family she was a loud, outspoken, wild animal, and her i********: showed every side of her personality.

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With the first week of training camp dubbed as a success, the team was only growing better by the day. Odell being Odell, one-handed catches, nonstop running and footwork, and of course the dance breaks. He looked on the sidelines then scanned the field, 5 hours into practice and Massy had yet to make an appearance and Odell began to grow antsy. Not knowing why, but he grew used to seeing her every day it was no secret he wanted her but Massy wasn't giving in without a fight. This was a catch Odell would have to work for and he knew it.

"So what management are you going with?"  Cruz asked as he looked down at Massy, sitting down in a small metal stool wrapping bright blue and white healing tape around his injured right knee.

Cruz suffered a torn patella tendon in his right knee in week six of the 2014 season, which put his and the Giant's season to a screeching halt, though a horrible setback for Cruz, a moment for Odell to show his talents, and he did just that. During a game against the Dallas Cowboys, Odell seemed to do the impossible. Catching a ball that was sure to be a fumble, mid-air, in the end zone. The catch stopped everyone in their tracks to get a closer look at who exactly was this Odell Beckham Jr.

"I have no clue, I really haven't thought about anything honestly, I just know I'm going pro." She said back.

"You haven't gone public with it yet have you?" He asked with a frowned face.

"No, like I told family nshit, but I haven't announced anything." Massy continued rolling the tape barrel around his knee careful not to hit it.

"You need to be playing Mas, you shouldn't be in here, taping knees. You too talented." Cruz said laughing, his dimples sinking into his cheeks. Massy laughed, her dimples also making an appearance.

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"Aye Leigh, my stretching!?"  Odell said with his arms up in question, "let's go! put some pep in ya step." He leaned further into Leigh's office.

"Alright, alright, hold on. Let me clear out these papers real fast." Leigh said in between laughing and shuffling papers.

Odell smiled at the perfect opportunity he saw. He walked all the way into Leigh's office. "Massy can do it, I mean ain't that what she here for? Help you out." Odell smiled.

"You're right! I knew there was a reason you were a first-round pick." Leigh said with relief in his voice, he had completely forgotten about the help of Massy because he was still knee-deep trying to sort out papers.

Leigh paced down the hall to the therapy room, a shirtless Odell casually walking behind him with a childish grin. He poked his head in seeing her wrapping Cruz's right knee.

"Hey Mas, I need you to do me a favor?" Massy looked up at the sound of Leigh's voice.

Leigh stepped further into the room, Odell stepping behind him. He looked down checking how far along Massy was. "Can you stretch Odell out for me?"

Massy's eyes grew wide, her mouth slightly open. "Uumm, but I'm wrapping up Cruz." Pointing at his knee but looking up at him.

Leigh looked down. "Aww I can finish that for you, your three quarters done anyway." He said back with a smile.

Massy looked down at his knee, Odell shot Cruz a look nudging him to say something. Cruz caught on and smiled big. "Yea, it's fine Mas, Leigh can finish."

Massy's head shot up at Cruz in disbelief. "I am going to murder you." She mouthed through her teeth at him.

Massy looked between the three men. Odell and Cruz trying to look as innocent as possible, grinning, and Leigh, poor Leigh, genuinely smiling having no clue what was going on, if it didn't involve a player's injury or state of health, the man was clues to anything going on around him. Massy sighed in defeat, she had no choice but to comply to keep Leigh as clueless as possible.

"Sure Leigh, I'll do that for you." She said with a smile, looking at Leigh then at Odell's childish grin.

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"I am so close to kicking you in the hamstring! Kicking it right off the back of your thigh." Massy yelled at him threw her teeth, closing the door of the massage room behind her.

Odell looked at her with a seemingly calm face, patiently waiting for her to finish. "It's very unhealthy to walk around with pent up anger like that, if you want I can ask Leigh to schedule you for a massage?" He said, scratching his bare chest.

Massy kept a very straight face, showing no signs of anything being funny. "You are so childish." She hissed throwing her arms up.

"Girls mature faster den Boys." He said shrugging his shoulders then climbing on the massage table laying on his back.

Massy rolled her eyes, she grabbed ahold of Odell's leg, and extend it in the air, she leaned into it stretching his hamstring, pushing it towards his face slowly letting his body adjust. To keep himself loose Leigh felt it was important he be stretched out before and after practice, Odell completed his therapy on his hamstring successfully, but Leigh and Coach Coughlin wanted to take no risks, they couldn't afford for Odell's muscles to lock up on him.

"Stop looking at me, you're creeping me out." Massy leaned further into Odell's leg as she demanded.

He kept a straight face, not taking his eyes off of her. "Stop being my type." As he demanded.

Massy let go of Odell's leg, she watched him as he flipped over on his stomach, his biceps bulging, his back flexing as he laid all the way down, Massy bit down on her bottom lip at just how perfect his tattooed back was. Once he was comfortable she began pressing her thumbs into the back of his right thigh softly massaging it.

"I thought your type was only white girls." She finally said.

"Who told you that?" He said calmly with a chuckle. He closed his eyes waiting for her answer.

"Nobody, it's just all I ever see you in pictures with."

Odell let out another small chuckle. " I date who I think is attractive, white, black, brown, green, purple." He shrugged his shoulders. "Majority of those women are fans, but all you need is one picture to make up a story."

"Hhmmm, just don't date us publicly huh." Massy said rolling her eyes, teasing him.

Odell rolled over and sat up, Massy stepped back giving him room, his legs hanging over the edge, he firmly grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in between his legs. "How bout I date you publicly." He said with a serious face, his grip on her hips tightened so she couldn't move from in between his legs. Massy looked down at him, his face inches from her's, she was seconds away from giving in to any and everything this man wanted from her. She closed her eyes and opened them snapping herself out of the tunnel vision he put her in.

She grabbed his hand and pushed them off of her hips, and took two steps back from him. "Well, technically I'm employed by the Giants and so are you and that would be fraternizing, and that's unprofessional." She said folding her arms across her chest with a confident grin assuming he had no comeback.

Odell smiled the same confident grin. "Then come January, when you commit to Team USA, you'll no longer be here, so it's open season."

Massy confident grin vanished, she was sure that would shut him up, she paused a stood there quiet for a moment trying to think of something to say, rolling her eyes. "I'm not interested." She said. That being the only thing she could think of.

Odell raised an eyebrow at her poor excuse, clearly seeing threw it. "You not interested." He repeated after her. "What? You only date white boys or something!"

Massy tried her hardest to keep from laughing, but she couldn't, even she knew she set herself up for that.