Baby Don't Go (Odell Beckham Jr.)

Chapter 1

Janae Jordan

Standing in the doorway with my sheet wrapped around my body, I watched as he packed up his clothes back his closet.

Routinely, I made my way down the staircase to the kitchen. Placing his breakfast on the table, I snatched my strawberry banana yoplait from the fridge adding my granola, stirring waiting for him to come down the stairs.

"Baby girl?" He hollered down the stairs.

"In here Odell. Your breakfast is on the table, hurry and eat before its cold." I yelled towards the living room.

Making his way into the living room he looked good enough to eat. "Why you always taking care of me?"

"Why can't I? It's not like it's a nigga occupying my time."

"It could be but your heart is made of ice."

"Harsh, Odell harsh. I don't say nothing when you have me chasing these floozies out of your house." He snickered stuffing the eggs and bacon into his mouth at the same time.

"You know you love to do that shit. Ruinin' bitches days and shit." I shook my head moaning as I ate my yogurt. It was a bad habit of mine that I hated.

"When the last time you got some? Huh? Cause you moanin' like it's a nigga under the table giving you the bombest head." I sat there with my stale face giving Odell a glare as he laughed uncontrollably at his dumb joke.

"You're dumb, I'm going to get dressed so we can make it to the office. I hate you by the way."

Standing up I tightened my sheet dragging it across Odell's feet and pecking his cheek. Getting no reaction as always I made my way to my room to sulk in the shower. My thinking place.

•••

"Odell, you're an idiot." I shook my head as his proper ass started blasting 'I don't get tired' by Kevin Gates and August Alsina.

For a head of a company he made me question my intelligence being his friend.

Chuckling to myself watching his Mohawk swing forward then backward repeatedly as I pulled into the parking garage parking into his spot. Like he'll even pay attention.

Even though I'm CFO, and I had a spot as close as his I like doing things like this. Just so people knew this company ran because of me. He runs back and forth from LA to Vegas to New York so much Someone had to keep LA on lock while he was out places making an ass of himself.

"Now Jay, why are you in my spot." He hounded me as we rode the elevator to the top floor. Giving my signature Kanye Shrug I stood in the far corner watching my unread email number climb.

Sighing I stepped off the elevator me and Odell went into work mode. No more jokes it was all about our clients at this moment.

I grabbed my messages as I walked past Daphne's desk seeing she was on the phone I just kept walking. More than likely it about a meeting I'm having. She's the best assistant so I never had to hound her.

Sitting at my desk I opened my computer putting in my password. 'Odell1998' I chuckled while I entered it thinking of our childhoods.