Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Boston

Travis

Today was a big game for us, and the energy was electric. We were in Boston, gearing up to face the Patriots. I wished Arianna could be here, but I completely understood her busy schedule. She had been working non-stop on her new album and the preparations for the Super Bowl halftime show. Her support meant everything to me, and I knew she was cheering me on from wherever she was.

The game was intense, but we played with everything we had. The final score was 27-17 in our favor, and the victory felt incredible. As we celebrated on the field, the thought of the playoffs added to the excitement. This was what we had been working so hard for all season.

After the game, the locker room was buzzing with energy. Everyone was pumped up, congratulating each other and talking about the plays that led to our win. I couldn't wait to share the news with Arianna, but for now, I was soaking in the victory with my teammates.

"Great game, man!" Patrick said, clapping me on the back. "We're on fire!"

"Thanks, Pat," I replied, grinning. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Absolutely," he said. "Let's keep this momentum going."

That night, we decided to go out and celebrate our win. The bar was packed with fans and locals, all eager to congratulate us and join in the celebration. I was having a great time with the guys, enjoying the atmosphere and the camaraderie.

At one point, a woman approached me.

"Hey there," she said, sliding onto the stool next to me. "Great game tonight."

"Thanks," I replied, offering a polite smile. "Glad you enjoyed it."

She started flirting with me, but I made it clear I wasn't interested. "I'm actually here with my teammates, just celebrating," I said, trying to steer the conversation away from anything personal.

"That's cool," she said, not missing a beat. "Can I get a picture with you?"

"Sure," I said, standing up and posing for a quick photo. She handed her phone to a nearby patron, who snapped a picture of us together.

As I sat back down, she offered to buy me a drink. "To celebrate your win," she said with a smile.

"Thanks, but I've got one," I replied, gesturing to my drink.

"Oh, come on," she insisted, signaling the bartender. "Just one more."

I reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be rude. As the bartender handed me the drink, I didn't notice anything unusual. We continued chatting for a bit, and I began to feel dizzy and disoriented.

"I think I need some air," I said, standing up unsteadily.

"Let me help you," she offered, grabbing my arm.

Timeskip

The next morning, I woke up in my hotel room with a pounding headache and a feeling of disorientation. My phone was buzzing with notifications. As I picked it up, I saw the headlines and the pictures – me at the bar with the woman, her helping me through the hotel hallway, and then a photo of us outside my room. 

My heart sank as I realized what had happened. I immediately tried to call Arianna, but she didn't answer. I sent texts, desperate to explain, but they went unanswered. Finally, I checked her social media, only to find that she had blocked me on all platforms. 

The silence was deafening, and the pain of her distrust cut deep. I felt devastated, helpless. The woman I loved, the one I planned to spend the rest of my life with, believed I had betrayed her.