Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 22

With Odell's temper tantrum behind him, and a win against the Buccaneers, he was more than ready to celebrate his 23rd birthday, though his day was smack dab in the middle of the season, it didn't stop him from returning back to New York and partying well until the morning.

Massy banged on Odell's front door only to be greeted by his friend Jordan. "GIRL! YA LOOK GOOOOOD!!!!"  He yelled at her with a big smile.

"Jordan, I am literally standing a foot away from you. Why are you yelling at me!?" She said commenting on his voice, which for some reason always seemed to be four octaves higher than what it needed and should be. Jordan shrugged his shoulders and stepped to the side letting her in. "Gotta let chat know ya look good." He said again closing the door behind her.

Odell looked Massy up and down. Dressed in all black. A loose fitted boyfriend style black v-neck t-shirt that showed her cleavage, black skin-tight jeans, and a pair of black timberland boots, a small gold watch on her right hand, multiple skinny gold rings covered a major of her fingers. He eyed the multiple skinny gold chains that overlapped one another as the sat in between her breast. Her makeup seemed to look like a photo it was so perfect.

"Aaayyyyeeee, dere she go!" Odell said looking up from his phone with a big smile as he held his arms open to pull her into a hug.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!"  She said wrapping her arms around his waist, his arms around her shoulders he pulled her extremely close to him, shoving his face into her hair that she left naturally curly.

He played with one of her curls that hung past her shoulder. "You smell good." He said giving her an extremely sexy grin, the type that she only saw when he was making her c*m.

Massy pressed her lips together trying to keep from smiling at him. "Thank you, it's called a shower. I took one.

"Wit out me." He said looking down at her raising an eyebrow. Massy sucked her bottom lip in her mouth, her eyes widened.

A few of the same girls Massy saw her first time over at Odell's sat on the kitchen couture rolling their eyes. They seemed to be having a good time, chatting with Odell, doing their best at trying to get him to flirt with them, touching his arms and shoulders, but as soon as he spotted Massy he no longer showed what little attention he was giving them. They eyed her as he flirted with her heavily making inside jokes that clearly he and her only knew about.

"Let me see your knuckle." She asked, changing the subject. He flexed his hand in front of her face. She frowned as she noticed small bits and pieces of the scab missing. "Where're the band-aids?"

Odell pointed to a top drawer all the way at the end of the counter. Massy moved, opening the drawer and pulling one from the box, she turned back around facing him, trying to pull the wrapper open.

He looked up from his phone and c****d his head back frowning at her. "What you doing?"

"I'm putting a band-aid on it, to keep you from picking at it." She said focusing on trying to peel the paper apart.

"No, you not! I'm not wearing that lil ass band-aid." Massy looked up at him, she began to laugh. "Why!?"

"I'm a grown-ass man Ace, You not putting that lil ass band-aid on my big ass hand Ace!" He said with a smile, Massy bent forward her hair tumbling over her head as she began to laugh louder. "See you can't even keep a straight face!" He pointed out to her, holding his phone in the other hand.

"It's a band-aid O!" She debated back laughing.

"Ion care, it's lil." He said back frowning.

"I'm laughing because you're being so egotistical about a BAND-AID, that's going to help your hand heal O!" Massy stood up flipping her hair over her head and to one side, her curls bouncing and falling down her back, still laughing as she spoke.

Odell pressed his lips together twisting them to the right side of his face and rolled his eyes up into his head, he smacked his lips. "Whatever, call it what you want! I'm being egotistical, but you not putting that lil ass band-aid on my fuckin hand." He began to laugh as he slid his phone in his back pocket.

"Fine! Get an infected knuckle and never be able to catch with your right hand ever again I don't care." She said throwing her hands up in defeat.

"So Dramatic." He said as he closed the space in between them sliding his arms around her waist, he leaned down closer to her face. Massy shot him a wide-eyed look, pressing her lips together, clearly the teapot calling the kettle black situation.

"Stop, get off me, don't touch me." She said trying to turn her head from his.

"That's not what you said a few nights ago." He growled to her lightly biting on her jawline.

The smell of his cologne and soap filled her nose, she bit down on her bottom lip enjoying as much of the moment as she could before she had to snap to her senses and push him off.

"Stop bringing up old shit." She eventually said pushing on him. Odell shot her a devilish grin as he stumbled back, he licking his lips at her. Massy frowned rolling her eyes trying not to show any signs of how wet she currently was because of him.

Odell was always going to be Odell and in the height of celebration. That meant dancing, Massy was pretty sure that he didn't use the bathroom once the whole night, he was so busy partying. Hitting every dance move you could think of, him and his friends going back and forth. His party was filled with friends, fellow athletes, celebrities, and fans. Photos flooded i********:, and Twitter, people who had one took to their snapchats recording the excitement.

Massy appeared in many photos with Odell, not to mention appearing multiple times on Jordan's snapchat throughout the whole night, even appearing in the snap chats he took at the house, which lead Odell and Massy fans to go into investigation mode.