Venus Vs Mars

Chapter 19

Massy pulled her carry on luggage through the airport, backpack on her back, shades on her face and her father Bo right behind her. She'd be flying to LA to take photos for Team USA, all starting players were required to suit up in full uniform to take a ton of small pictures just to be photoshopped into one large picture. This was all to get ready for the up and coming 2016 season. Since Massy would be coming straight off the bench, getting just about the same playtime as a veteran she was expected to be front and center. And that's exactly where they placed her.

Massy looked at herself in the mirror dressed in full uniform. "You're really about to do this." She said to herself as she let out a huff of air.

She made her way to the studio, other teammates already outstanding around waiting their turn carrying on random conversations, she had already developed a close relationship with them, talking to them on a regular basis, following them on social media. Massy looked around the room at them, all dressed in team USA soccer uniforms, she took in the moment realizing this would be her family for the next however many years she'd be playing for the USA. Massy got the tough part out the way. She got to Team USA, now she has to do the hard work. She had to play and live up to her hype.

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Massy had to get right back on a plane to head to Philadelphia since she had to take pics for the new team roster, she wouldn't be traveling with the Giants, she'd meet them there.

The whole team seemed to be off, in week six of the season-ending a three-game winning streak. The Giants fell extremely short to The Philadelphia Eagles ending the game with 27-7. Manning finally completed his first 10 passes, including a 13-yard pass to Odell for a touchdown, unfortunately, that would be the only one for the rest of the game. Odell threw his helmet in frustration as the fourth quarter slowly fell in on them. He watched the as Eagles had the ball, looking up at the clock with a scowl he shook his head in defeat.

Once back home the team took to the field to recollect, running scrimmage after scrimmage. Odell had one of the equipment managers throw him nothing but bad balls, practicing on his catching in any and every situation. Too high, too low, too far out, off-balance flipping through the air. It didn't matter Odell caught it. Another equipment manager randomly swatting at him trying to throw him off his balance.

Massy stood next to Leigh her arms folded across her chest as she watched Odell focus intently on catching footballs.

"How was the photoshoot?" Leigh asked slightly nudging her.

He too stood with his arms folded across his chest, looking through sunglasses. "Surreal, like it a legit, last name is on the back of the jersey and everything." She said shaking her head.

"Well duh, that's how they identify which player it is." He joked with her. "Last game is the Panthers right?" He asked her making sure of her schedule.

Massy moved side to side keeping her feet in place. "Uumm, Dolphins, I think." Leigh nodded his head in confirmation. Massy had been instructed to work on Odell's hamstring again, after his minor scare against the 49ers. Coughlin needed an eye on him at all times.

Massy had managed to get a hold of her hormones, yet Odell wondered why she all of a sudden kept her distance, but he knew this wasn't the time to bring it up. She remained as normal as she possibly could, considering she was trying to hide the fact that Odell was 8 inches deep in her, and trying to hide the fact that she wouldn't mind it again.

"How was the shoot." He asked her as he laid face down.

Massy looked his body up and down, completely lost in the tattoos on his back, he slightly turned to look at her. "Um, yea, it's done, I'm really about to be playing." She said still in shock of seeing her last name on the back of a USA soccer jersey.

Odell flipped himself over and sat up, pulling Massy by the hips in between his legs, Massy couldn't help but give in. "Congratulations." He softly said before pulling her to his lips, Massy closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around his neck, putting his tongue deeper in her mouth he squeezed her hips inward. Massy let a moan out once she felt him lightly bite down on her bottom lip, she opened her eyes realizing where they were. She pushed against his shoulder shaking her head.

Odell smiled giving her a knowing look. As much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he knew she wasn't having it.

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Massy would have thought getting that s****l tension out would have fixed things, but clearly, it didn't. It only made both of them want each other more. Her and Odell had a great friendship, into the same things. She was a football fan, he played football, he was a soccer fan, she played soccer, both young attractive, and very gifted pro athletes. What more could you want? What more of a Disney movie storyline did you need!?

Odell who was clearly more than willing to be in a relationship with her, showing her many times, not only his physical attraction to her but also a mental attraction. Massy, however, seemed a bit reluctant to it. He was 22 years old, in the height of his career and only going up, he was extremely attractive, he was funny, and not to mention charming, that whole "He could sell ice to an Eskimo" thing, yea, he had that. All the man had to do was turn on that thousand-watt smile and point to a bag of ice while standing in a snowstorm, and a line would form around the block. demanded by any and every woman possible.

Massy's stats on Odell couldn't be any less than true, but how dare she judge a book by its Name, Cover, and ability to sell ice. When she herself had the same stats. 22 years old, not even in the height of her career, but definitely on her way, she was extremely attractive, not to mention charming, all she had to do was flash those dimples and she'd have a man-eating out of her palm. Literally Odell Beckham Jr, Wide Receiver for the New York Giants willing to be in a monogamous relationship with her. Hello? Palm, food, eating right out of it!

She understood how sports worked without a man explaining them to her, she was in shape, graduated from UCLA top of her class, a sense of humor, and would cuddle right up until the point she was ready to go to sleep, not to mention Odell caught her drinking juice straight from the container a few times. She was a Dream Girl.