Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Gameday

Travis

Today was game day, and nothing else mattered. The noise, the worries about Arianna and Theo—all of it faded into the background as I prepared for the showdown with the Bears.

We gathered in the locker room, the atmosphere electric. Patrick stood at the center, his voice rising above the murmurs.

"Alright, guys, we know what we're here to do. Let's play smart, play hard, and bring home this win. Chiefs on three. One, two, three—"

"Chiefs!" we roared in unison, our voices echoing off the walls. We walked out onto the field, the roar of the crowd washing over us like a wave. I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.

The game kicked off, and from the start, we dominated. Patrick and I had our rhythm down to a science, the dynamic duo of quarterback and tight end. The Bears tried to get into my head, especially one of their linebackers who kept talking trash.

"You think you're something special, Kelce? Let's see if you can back it up," he sneered.

I ignored him, my mind set on the game. The first quarter flew by, and before I knew it, we were in the red zone. Patrick called the play, and I knew this was it. The ball snapped, and I ran my route perfectly. Patrick's pass was a bullet, and I caught it in stride, diving into the end zone for the touchdown.

The crowd erupted, and I felt a surge of triumph. We kept the pressure on, and by halftime, we were up by three touchdowns. The Bears tried to mount a comeback in the third quarter, but our defense held strong.

In the fourth quarter, Patrick and I connected again for another touchdown. The Bears were done, and we cruised to a 41-10 victory. As the final whistle blew, the team celebrated on the field, the joy of victory washing over us.

After the game, I called Arianna. She answered almost immediately.

"Hey, babe! Congratulations on the win!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pride.

"Thanks, Ari. We played our hearts out," I replied, grinning ear to ear.

"You and Patrick were amazing. I'm so proud of you," she said.

"Miss you," I said softly, feeling the familiar ache.

"Miss you too. We'll talk more later, okay?"

"Absolutely. Love you, Ari."

"Love you too, Travis."

After the call, the guys decided to go out and celebrate. We hit up a club in downtown Chicago, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. It was a fun time, just the guys letting loose and enjoying the win.

Women kept coming up to me, trying to get my attention, but I wasn't interested. My mind was on Arianna, and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize what we had. I stuck close to my teammates, laughing and talking, trying to ignore the persistent attention.

"Man, that was one hell of a game," Isiah said, clinking his glass with mine.

"You killed it out there, Kelce," Patrick added, a wide grin on his face.

"Thanks, guys. It felt good. We're unstoppable when we're in the zone," I replied, taking a sip of my drink.

"Hey, you notice all the attention we're getting?" one of the rookies asked, glancing around at the women who were eyeing us from across the room.

"Yeah, but I'm not interested," I said firmly. "I'm here to celebrate with you guys, not get distracted."

Isiah laughed. "Spoken like a man in love. Ari's got you whipped, huh?"

"Something like that," I replied with a chuckle. "She's worth it."

Just then, I saw him—Zach LaVine, Arianna's ex, who played for the Chicago Bulls. I had completely forgotten he was here in Chicago. He approached our table, a smug look on his face.

"Kelce," he said, nodding. "Nice game today."

"Thanks," I replied, wary of his intentions.

He leaned in, lowering his voice. "You know, Arianna bounces from dick to dick just like she did in that sex tape. You're just the flavor of the month."

Red hot anger surged through me. Without thinking, I swung and punched him square in the jaw. The club erupted into chaos as we started fighting. Zach tried to hit me back, but he missed, and we ended up on the ground, grappling and throwing punches.

"Travis, what the hell?" Patrick shouted, trying to pull me off Zach.

Isiah grabbed my other arm. "Kelce, let it go, man! He's not worth it!"

The bouncers rushed over, and my teammates managed to drag me away from Zach, who was clutching his jaw and glaring at me.

"This isn't good," Patrick muttered as we made our way out of the club, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

"Let's get out of here," Isiah said, keeping a firm grip on my arm.

As we left the club, the gravity of what had just happened hit me.