Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce inspired romance. Can you find all the Easter eggs? |
Trace Kelton, a charismatic NFL star, is on the brink of losing it all after attempting to save an intoxicated woman that ended with him hospitalizing three men. To p...
Trace had been restless since the moment he awoke to an empty bed. Syler's lavender scent was smeared across his sheets like the ghost of her still clung to him.
Football practice came and went in a blur of time–a dizzy cloud of thoughts.
Maybe last night was too much for her. Maybe it had to do with the contract. Christ, maybe she thought she had made a mistake. Something was wrong. It was tangible in the tone of the texts he had received from her.
By midnight, Trace still couldn't seem to find peace. He reread Kyle's last message and felt some sort of unwanted conclusion.
Kyle: Congrats, Trace. Seems like the petitions to kick you off the Breakers died the moment Syler walked into that luxury box.
Maybe she had contacted Kyle to put an end to the contract after last night.
Midnight scrolling didn't help. Seeing the media obsess over her attendance just made him crave her more. He agreed with all her fans; they were great together.
Trace groaned and rubbed his head. "Syler..."
The more he scrolled, the more depression set in. The public was absolutely devouring their relationship. But when one particular video popped up, his heart stopped.
He sat up in alert, throwing the covers off and glaring at the screen.
"Fuck."
Her familiar hazel eyes were narrowed with confidence as she said, "I used to date Trace Kelton. In fact, he asked me out not more than a few hours ago."
No, no, no.
All Penelope did was tell lies. That was why he was sure to have steered clear of her since their first encounter. The fame was all she wanted. He could smell it on her cinnamon breath when she tried to kiss him–when she lured him to her house on a false promise of meeting his celebrity crush, Syler Trixie.
"So much for his relationship with Syler Trixie, huh?" the interviewer said.
"Trace Kelton pulling in a queen like Syler? It's fake. It's for publicity. She's smarter than that."
"You think so?"
"That's why he told me to keep it quiet. He asked me out to Midnights this Friday."
"Well, what'd you say?"
"No. Of course not," she whispered lowly. "He's got a temper. He's an abuser. If the Sylies out there knew what he was capable of, they wouldn't be rooting this relationship on. They'd be telling her to get the hell away from him."
"But he seems like such a nice, charismatic guy."
"He does seem that way. But, did you hear about the fight he started–"
Trace threw his phone. It hit the wall, leaving a small dent. His blood boiled beneath the surface of his skin. The public seeing this didn't bother him. Syler seeing this did.
It scared her off. She high-tailed it out of here, left Trace with nothing but a vague impression of their not-so-fake relationship.
He jumped out of bed, pulling on his sweats and a hoodie still unsure about where he was headed. To Syler's place or to Penelope's.
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