heart break || odell beckham jr. imagines

twenty-nine - my little secret

Odell's Point of View.

"Dad!" I heard my seventeen year old daughter yell from her room down the hall.

Getting up from my bed, I dragged my feet to where she was.

"Can y/n come over for a sleepover?" Aaron asked sitting on her bed and painting her toenails.

With y/n's name being mentioned, my heart started to thump in my chest more violently than before.

The thought of her body under mine as I fucked her senseless had my head spinning.

"What did you ask me again?"

"You need to get your ears check dad, but I said could y/n sleep over tonight."

Rubbing the back of my neck, I was scared but also excited to see her.

"Sure," I replied while walking downstairs to the kitchen to grab me something to eat.

Making myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I grabbed some potatoes chips before taking a seat in the living room.

Just the thought of y/n being in my house had me pretty nervous.

I was also scared that I might not know how to control myself while she was here.

With us being intimate with each other, I was starting to have feelings for my daughter's best friend.

I knew she was eighteen and doing what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn't help it.

She was like a drug.

Addictive.

Hearing the doorbell ring as soon as I was about sit down and eat, I walked to the door to answer it.

Opening it with a sense of urgency, my grin soon faltered when I saw a sad y/n on the other end of it.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked trying to touch her, but she pulling back when my fingers came in contact with hers.

Being confused at her mood, I took a step back waiting for her to explain.

She was about to answer when Aaron interrupted us.

"Why is she standing here in the cold! Come in y/n."

Putting on a fake smile, I left them at the door to go back into the living room to eat.

We'll finish the conversation tonight.

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It was past midnight and I was itching to talk to y/n.

I sent a text to her after getting out of the shower telling her to come to my room when she had the chance.

I wanted to know why she had a frown on that beautiful face of hers.

I'll be there in a minute.

She texted back as I sat on the edge of my king sized bed waiting for her.

Knowing Aaron, I knew she was already asleep. She loved her beauty sleep and there was no exception at all.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, I got up to open it while still gripping the towel onto my waist.

"Come in," I smiled at her presence, watching her as she entered my room for the millionth time.

As we both sat on my bed, I took her small hands into my much larger ones.

"What wrong with you baby?" I asked in concern.

"Please don't hate me when I say this," she whispered softly.

"I promise I won't. I love you too much to be mad at you." I said truthfully as I wiped the tears that were now falling from her eyes.

When I care for someone this much, It's hard for me to let go.

"I'm pregnant."