Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 15

The annoying thing about Temptation was that it came in every form, and didn't care if you were happily married for ten years or even engaged to be married. It came 24/7. For women like Massy it was the occasional man posting her as his crush articles dubbing her on the list of hottest female athletes, but even on those artists they somehow managed to squeeze Odell's name in there, letting the reader know she was off the market to one of the also hottest athletes in the world.

Her temptations was not buying an ice cream though she promised herself she wouldn't because of the diet or cleanse she was on during the in-season, or buying clothes when she already had boxes she had yet to open from sponsors wanting her to advertise for them or clothes in her closet that still had price tags on them. But for most men like Odell. Young, rich, extremely famous, extremely talented, and extremely handsome. Temptation took the form of a woman, a woman that knew he was in a committed relationship but still managed to make her way over to him to see how much attention she could get out of him and paparazzi, a woman that was trying to make her own way in the industry and just needed that little bit of extra help to her name. Or even a women who was already well known in the industry but didn't mind her name in the headlines.

For 22 years old had lived the way he wanted to, from college to his second year in the NFL. He lived with a brain that hadn't been trained to avoid temptation, if he wanted it he could entertain it as much as he wanted. But Odell and Massy were living in a different world than the average person. The way Odell's fame and popularity was set up, he could accidentally sneeze of a woman and just like that, the next day he was dating her according to the tabloids. It didn't matter if he was engaged to be married or not. He wasn't off limits unless HE made himself off limits. And so far with Massy, that's what he was doing.

The club was no different, same faces, same music, same drinks, all the women looked the same, wearing the same skin tight clothing as their friends. Bottle girls pranced around in bikinis holding large bottles of alcohol that were directed to certain tables, women danced on large platforms. He spent half the night taking selfies with fans and women who scratched at the thought of having more than a picture with him, and the other half enjoying the company of his friends and a few fellow teammates. Women that had been invited to sit in VIP by his friends smiled in the direction of jealous women that had been over looked.

Odell turned around in curiosity to a hand touching his muscular back. "You had something on your shirt!" The woman said with a smile. Odell was no lip reader, and the music proved its power as it drained out every other noise or conversation. Odell leaned in giving the woman his ear. "YOU HAD SOMETHING ON THE BACK OF YOUR SHIRT!" She repeated herself louder in his ear and much closer as she also leaned in and conveniently placed a petite hand on his shoulder.

Odell looked at her hand then back at her. "Thank you." He said back. Odell doubted he had anything on his shirt, he knew it was a simple way for her to get the chance to feel him up. This wasn't the first time he just so happened to have a tiny piece of lent that only an attention hungry woman could see in a dark night club.

"You're welcome!" She looked him up and down. Then reached for a piece of silver confetti that clung to the front of his shirt down by his abdomen. Odell looked down watching her small finger touch the lower part of his stomach. She smiled and held the lonely piece up in his face.

He stood up straight causing the woman to drop her hand from his shoulder. He could tell she was upset by the lack of conversation he offered, as if they were at a quiet restaurant enjoying a meal and he was able to speak freely and as loudly as he wanted. This wasn't the place for conversation. She stepped down from the cushions and made her way in front of Odell bending over to make herself a drink. Odell arched and eyebrow and smiled, her actions became funny to him trying this hard to get his attention, he shook his head and followed the commotion of his friends and teammates.

He managed to make himself the center of attention, as if it was hard. His constant dance moves and smile so wide it pushed his cheeks bones up forcing his already naturally lazy eyes shut. Trying his best spending his time away from the temptation that seemed to follow him around the club wiping away imaginary dirt from his clothes. But a second chance called at the woman. Her friend grabbed her arm pulling at her, her annoyed facial expressions was more than a clue that she was ready to go. She slowly made her way around hugging the few guys she did make a connection with. Odell had yet to pay attention to her, she grabbed his hand and reached out for a hug, he frowned but complied with her wants and pressed his body to hers.