Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

The Results

Travis

I had just received the results from the hair drug test. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the unopened email. This test would either confirm my worst fears or provide me with some peace of mind. Deep down, I knew I would never willingly cheat on Arianna, not even if I were drunk. I had to know the truth.

Taking a deep breath, I clicked on the email and opened the attachment. My eyes scanned the document, and there it was: positive for a date rape drug. I was right. Relief and anger surged through me. I needed to tell someone, but more importantly, I needed to clear my name.

I thought about calling Patrick, but this was too important for a phone call. I grabbed my keys and drove straight to his house. When I knocked on the door, Brittany answered, looking shocked to see me.

"Travis, what are you doing here?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"I need to talk to Patrick right now," I said, urgency evident in my tone.

Brittany nodded and let me inside. "He's in the living room."

Patrick looked up as I entered, his expression hardening. "What do you want, Travis?"

"We need to talk privately," I said, glancing at Brittany.

"It's okay," Brittany said, placing a reassuring hand on Patrick's shoulder. "I'll stay. What's going on?"

I took a deep breath and explained everything, from the drug test to the results. I handed Patrick my phone, showing him the proof. Brittany peered over his shoulder, her eyes widening as she read the document.

"Who hates you this badly to do this?" Brittany asked, her voice trembling.

Patrick's face softened slightly. "Arianna and Travis are in the public eye. It could have been anyone—a paparazzi trying to get a story or an upset, crazy fan."

Brittany shook her head, anger flashing in her eyes. "We should go to the police. This is serious."

"No," I said quickly. "We can't. Not during the playoffs. We can't afford a scandal right now, not when we're so close to the Super Bowl. What else can we do?"

Patrick frowned, deep in thought. "We need to find out who first leaked the story to TMZ. It might be possible if we pay enough."

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Okay. Let's do that. I'll do whatever it takes to find out who did this."

Brittany looked at me, her eyes filled with empathy. "Travis, I'm so sorry this happened to you. We'll figure this out. But you need to be careful. Whoever did this went to great lengths to hurt you."

"Thank you," I said, feeling a small measure of relief. "I appreciate your help. I just want to make things right with Arianna."

"We'll help you," Patrick said, his voice firm. "But first, we need to get to the bottom of this. Let's start by tracking down the source of the leak."

As we discussed our plan, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, we could find out who was behind this and clear my name. I had to believe that there was a way to make things right, for Arianna and for myself.