Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 12

Massy's third documentary of the year began to take shape. The reality of the Olympics was finally beginning to hit the both of them. Odell's lively presence was noticeably absent from the last day of OTA's of the week. Koba sat comfortable with her head on Odell's lap, Dre laid at his feet. He simply needed time, time by himself. He grew founder of Massy at that point because she was able to give it to him, she didn't pressure him to talk about how he felt, or what he needed, or didn't need. It was simple. To the both of them.

It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time the MetLife Stadium filed was covered with staff and Giants fans, another charity event and sponsors brought the players and fans up close and personal. Odell wasn't necessarily back to his old self but he was pretty close. Wives and children of players joined in on the activities of the open filed, but a team meeting pulled Massy away from the social gathering. Yet Odell understood and he didn't hold it against her. Massy was probably better off staying away anyway, the amount of babies and toddlers that had been put in Odell's large hands for photos would have sent her to a mental asylum.

"Ace! It's New York! There is no soul food there! Y'all eat thin pizza slices and drink coffee all day." Odell said pushing the clasp of his gold watch down until he heard it click.

After endless USA meetings and The team charity event Odell and Massy had finally ran into one another. Massy straighten the loose gray beanie that hung halfway on her head. "I know you not coming at my city like that!?"

"It's not coming for y'all if it's true!" He said back too her pressing his lips together.

"Oh ok, I got somethin for that ass. Let's go!" Massy grabbed her single key ring and headed down the steps, Odell shook his head and promptly followed behind. Only God knew what she had in store for him. He quickly placed his left hand on her right thigh squeezing it occasionally, her tones muscular thigh paled in comparison to how long his fingers were. This time Odell eyed her ring as he caught glimpse of it shining every time they past a bright street lamp. He didn't realize the size of it until he was at a distance, be smiled to himself proud of the ring he picked and proud of the woman he picked it for.

Odell eyed the many photographs on the wall. Celebrities of all sorts had made their way through the same building. Politicians, athletes, soul singers, rappers, and actors. The further he walked in the hearty smell of heavy southern cooking filled his nostrils, he arched and eyebrow towards Massy then continued looking back at the heavily decorated wall of photos.

"BRIANN!!!" Massy yelled carrying out the letters in his name. Odell quickly turned his head in confusion. He watched her walk around the dark brown wooden counter and hug the heavyset man, who looked to be in his 30's with distinct Down Syndrome features. "I missed you so much! How have you been!?"

"I been I been I been busy." He looked down and smiled shyly and began fidgeting with the menus. "I got I got a lot of work to do!"

Massy frowned and c****d her head to the side. "Brian, you always have a lot of work to do." Massy teased him. She looked over at Odell and pulled him closer by the hand. "Brian, this is my fiancé Odell Beckham Jr." Odell squeezed her hand at the sound of her calling him that, her cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

"Oh yea! I know I know him. Number 13, wide receiver, of the of the of the New York Giants. He number 12 pick in the first round in the 2013 draft. I got his jersey." Brian said closing his eyes as he listed his stats. Odell genuinely smiled.

"Brian has photographic memory. He can name everyone of your teammates!" Massy informed Odell leaning into him.

"Bo said he fast, said he so fast he ran right out the stadium!" Brian added with a serious face.

"I what!?" Odell frowned then looked at Massy in confusion. Massy laughed and put her head down.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later." Massy began pulling Odell to the main room of the restaurant.

Even more photos lined the walls. Al Sharpton, Muhammad Ali, Bill Clinton, Will Smith, Denzel Washington, the list continued. Odell raised his arm to the back of the booth cushions and over Massy's shoulder and brought her body close to his. "I never met anybody with photographic memory."

Massy looked up at him. "Oh Brian, yea, it's amazing the things he can remember off first glance."

Odell couldn't take his eyes off the walls a photo of Bo and Deion Sanders sitting at one of the random tables stared back at him. "What's your dad doing up there?" He nudged his head in the direction of the photo, Massy looked up and smiled. "My dad was one of the many foster kids Mrs. Sylvia took care of. She'd take care of a thousand kids if she had too... Anything to keep them off the streets."

Odell looked at the photo of his future father-in-law and the NFL legend. "I didn't know your father was adopted. You know my mom was adopted."

Massy nodded her head. "I figured she was, but I never asked, wasn't sure if it was a touchy subject for her." Odell smiled and shook his head no.

"So that's why your dad is more of a coach dad and less of a dad dad. So detached like you!?" Odell laughed and leaned in quickly kissing her forehead.

Massy sighed. "Maybe, he never knew his parents. Not saying that Mrs. Sylvia wasn't an amazing woman, because she is, I always called her grandma, I always referred to Brian as my cousin, her children I called my aunts and uncles. But I guess not actually having your real parents around effect people differently. Like, even though your mom was adopted she's still so loving and nurturing, she doesn't have anything bad to say about anyone, she's always smiling. I mean... My dads not miserable, but he's just a little detached he's more of a straight to business type of guy."

Odell frowned a bit bad for her, he interlocked his fingers with hers. "So what went wrong?"

Massy was silent for a moment, she bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at the photo of her father smiling. "He had an affair with one of the women he worked with... It started when I was 10 and then one day I came back from a soccer camp in Colorado and all of his stuff was gone. Everything, his trophies, clothing, cars. Everything. I was 13."

Odell sat up shifting his whole entire body in shock, his eyes wide. "Three years Ace!?" Massy smirked and nodded her head up and down. "How!?"

"I don't know. I think my mom always had this feeling that something was going in, but she didn't want to entertain it. So finally she just waited till she had the proof then cornered him. He had a completely different life going on, had an apartment for her, was paying half of her bills, just living a normal life while having a whole family on the side." Massy began laughing. "It's really crazy when you think about it. I always told myself if I had to be alone for the rest of my life to avoid being in a relationship like that, then that was fine with me. After that I had no problem with dropping people out of my life, I still woke up the next day with or without them." Massy shrugged her shoulders completely unbothered with her train of thought. Massy knew she was a detached person and she was fine with it and that was the problem.

Odell shook his head. "How do you even keep something like that up that long!?" He asked, still in shock.

"I have no clue... But, leave it up to Bo to try and figure it out." The waiter began placing plates on the circular table, every type of home cooked meal that Odell was missing from home sat in front of him. His train of thought began to grow crowed with all of the food that began to fill his nose. "How's this for no such thing as soul food in New York!?" She teased him pulling apart a piece of fried chicken and tossing it in her mouth.