Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Uncovering the Truth

Travis

Having Arianna back in Kansas brought me a sense of peace I hadn't felt in weeks. With her here, I knew we could face whatever came our way together. If someone really was out to hurt us, at least we were safe with each other. I had more security detail added and installed a new security system for the house. I wasn't willing to risk Arianna's safety.

It's been a few days since Arianna arrived. She's been downstairs in the studio, working on redoing her album. The songs had originally been a hate album about me, which I completely understood. Now, she's pouring her heart into new songs. I could hear the faint melodies through the floor, her creativity flowing despite everything.

Meanwhile, I was focusing on the drugging situation. I had been looking more into the Kayla theory. Strangely, she had disappeared around the same time the Boston incident happened. It was too convenient to ignore. The investigator I hired had hit a wall, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I reached out to the Boston bar where the team and I had been that night. They had been reluctant to cooperate with the investigator, so I called them myself.

The phone rang a few times before a gruff voice answered. "O'Malley's Bar, how can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Travis Kelce," I began, my voice steady. "I'm calling about an incident that happened a while back. I was there with my team, and I believe I was drugged."

There was a pause. "Yeah, I heard about that. Your investigator already called."

"I know," I said, trying to keep my tone polite. "But I'm hoping you can help me directly. I need the security footage from that night. It's really important."

The manager sighed. "Look, we don't usually hand over tapes. It's a privacy thing."

"I understand," I replied. "But I'm willing to compensate you. Whatever amount you think is fair."

He hesitated. "How much are we talking?"

"Forty thousand dollars," I offered, holding my breath.

There was a long pause. "Alright," he finally said. "Send the payment, and I'll get you the footage."

"Thank you," I said, relief flooding through me. "I'll transfer the money right away."

An hour later, I received an email with the video file. My heart pounded as I opened it, watching the grainy footage from that night. The woman was there, talking to me, and then, subtly, she slipped something into my drink. I edited the video, enhancing the resolution. It became clear as day—she definitely drugged me. I finally had evidence.

Now, I needed to find this woman. It was risky, but I decided to do something that would force her or her accomplices out of hiding. I cut down the video to the crucial moment and sent it to TMZ. Whoever leaked the cheating scandal would definitely see this.

I took a deep breath, hitting send. As the file uploaded, I felt a mix of relief and anxiety. This was a dangerous move, but I had to do it. For Arianna, for us, and for the truth.

I walked downstairs to the studio, needing to see Arianna. She was sitting at the piano, her fingers dancing over the keys as she worked on a new song. I watched her for a moment, letting the music soothe my nerves.

She looked up, noticing me. "Hey, everything okay?"

"Yeah," I said, walking over and sitting next to her. "I think I found something. Evidence, actually."

Her eyes widened. "Evidence? Of what?"

I took a deep breath. "The woman from Boston. I got the security footage from the bar. She drugged me, Ari. I have it on tape."

She stared at me, processing the information. "You have proof?"

I nodded. "I sent it to TMZ. I know it's risky, but I need to find this woman. This might draw her or her accomplices out."

Arianna reached for my hand, squeezing it. "You're doing everything you can. We'll get through this."

"Together," I said, squeezing her hand back.

We sat there for a moment, the weight of the situation settling over us. Despite the uncertainty, having Arianna by my side made me feel stronger. We could face whatever came our way.