Odell Quickies

Starstruck

"Girl is that who I think is is?!" Reese, my best friend danced beside me.

"Who? Him?" I followed her gaze and landed on a guy several feet away. All I could see was the back of his head. His bleach blonde curls bounced around as he jigged with his friends. He had a lot of girls trying to sneak into their dance circle which honestly baffled me. "Who is he and why are all these people fighting to take photos and shit of him?" I sipped my cocktail and bobbed to the bass.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE NONE OTHER THAN THE GREAT ONE HAND WONDER HIMSELF IN THE BUILDING!!" The DJ hyped as more screams and cheers erupted around me. He climbed the raised platform and that's when I recognized who he was. "ODELL BECKHAM JR. IN THE HOUSE!" Watch Out began playing around and he hit his signature whip before dropping into a NaeNae.

"He is so fine." Reese sang in my ear. From our spot at the bar, we had a pretty good view, and I'm sure he could see us too.

Humph, he was bad. Laughing and acting out with his friends I gawked from afar, I thought we'd made eye contact for a second but I chalked it up to the fact I was probably mistaken. "Who's that pug lookin ass nigga with him?" I twirled and ordered another drink.

"Cinco?" Leave it to Reese to know the whole squad. "He's annoying and so is grandpa over there that thinks he's the shit." She pointed to a taller guy in the bunch, about the same complexion as Odell. "That's Ben." I looked at him, from here he did look old as hell. "Tryna steal my baby's shine." Reese had too many babies. Every time I turned around, Chris Brown my baby this, Zayn Malik my baby that, oh don't try my baby August. The girl was crazy but I loved her.

"So who is this baby?" I rolled my eyes playfully and watched her point to a really tall brown skin guy, Jordan apparently. "He's a cutie." I smile watching him pull out his phone and record Odell dancing. "He seems a bit wild though." We both walked into the crowds on the floor to dance some.

Sweating all my liquor out, and dancing until my curls fell limp, the club was with lack of better words...LIT. Tired and ready to go, I pulled Reese out of LIV by her ear basically. She combatted me and whined to go back but I had business to handle the next day and I needed rest. As we stumbled to a corner, I heard loud laughter behind us.

"AYE! AYE GIRLYALOOKGOOD!"

As I was about to turn around and cuss whoever it was out, I bumped into someone's chest. "Ouch!" I exclaim, tripping over my heels when I stepped back. The guy caught me before I fell flat on my ass.

"Okay but, can I-can I dress?" I heard a few feet back. Couldn't see who said it though.

Reese played it cute and giggled under her breath, batting her eyelashes. "Can I help you?" I was staring at the blur in front of me. So drunk I would be hungover into the next week the way I felt.

"No need for hostility." I blinked a few times and realized I was talking to Bennadon or whatever the fuck his name was. "I just seen you and I wanted to know what's up, can I get your number?"

"Not a chance. Come on Reese!" I shot down coldly, making sure he felt in is heart of hearts it was a damn chance in hell he would have any of my time wasted. I turned around and grabbed Reese's hand.

"SWERVE!" I didn't see who said it, but after what Reese had told me, I could only assume it was Jordan. "Excuse me!" The same voice called. "Excuse me, but can I get your number, can we be friends?" Reese giggled at my side while we kept walking.

"Fuck your uptight ass! You ain't even that cute." Ben yelled.

"Chill out nigga!" Another voice boomed. "You just made she curved you, you uglyahh." The group behind us burst into obnoxious laughter, making me speed up my pace and roll my eyes.

"Please, stop. I wanna talk to Jordan." Reese tugged my dress and came to a halt. "Please?"

"Whatever, don't get me in some shit I can't get out of." I warned. Honestly, the idea of these guys made my stomach turn.

"Sorry about this trash bag nigga," the guy looked at Ben, "he sensitive. I'm Jordan."

"Fuck y'all." He growled, twisted scowl on his old ass looking face.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Odell with his eyes locked on me. He was finer up close, Jesus Christ. I smiled and shook Jordan's hand. "Rikki."

"Ricky as in Ricky Martin?" He sounded so goofy, which brought me to a smile.

"No Ricky as in with two K's."

Reese introduced herself next, she was such an actress, knowing good and well she knew every one of these fools, she played dumb like it was her first time. Jordan introduced everyone, saving Odell for last. "What's up ladies?" He crooned seductively, making me sigh to myself.

I stared at his face as he spoke, completely awestruck at his strong features. Every thing on his face looked like it was crafted with the intent of causing emotional pain on any woman blessed or cursed, however you look at it, to meet him in person. His smile even seemed life ruining.

"So...Rikki," he started, "after party at my hotel. You and ya girl wanna come through?" His voice was so smooth. I was living on another planet in my head.

"Depends on what kind of after party you talmbout." I played into his game. "Cause I don't do crowds." I bit my lip and walked slowly by his side. Reese and Jordan walked behind us, Ben and his sensitive ass speed walked out of sight. That Cinco or whatever his name was guy was taking photos of himself trying to stunt for the snap.

"Well the ideal party ends with you naked on top of me but that's up to you sexy." His hands slipped from the small of my back, to my ass.

"I'll see what I can do." I cooed with my arms around his waist. "Call me with details and I'll see if I can make it." I pulled a business card from my clutch which made him look at me with shock. "Yeah, business woman party hard too."

Star struck or not, I wasn't about to let him see it, that wasn't my style. Reese waved the boys goodbye and crossed the street with me where an uber was waiting patiently. With a small smirk, I winked and waved towards Odell as I shut the door. He better call me, I needed the sex.