Travis Kelce Drunk Novels & Stories

Elaine returned the smile before hopping into the car. I watched it drive away before heading back home. I was pretty sure Celeste was back but I hung around the house instead of going in, toying with my phone. I popped another can open. And then another. And another. Until I was drunk enough to blame my next actions on the alcohol. I drunk dialed Travis. It rang for so long that I was certain he wouldn’t answer. Until he finally did. “You liarrrr.” My words were slurred. “What?”

“What is wrong with you? You’ve had months to accept the fact you were going to be a father.” “Uh, the idea of it and it actually happening are two different things,” Trevor slurred like he had one too many. “I need a drink.” “Drink my ass. You need to pull yourself together,” Christopher said frantically. He wondered if he would have to carry Trevor into the hospital as he drove out of the parking deck. Trevor gathered his faculties enough to reach for the glove compartment and opened it. He sloppily dug around until he pulled out two small airplane liquor bottles.

Kehlani I was so astonished to the point, I couldn't say anything. Trevor gives me a fake smile. I know deep down, he was drowning. He was sad. “Who could do something like this?” I steepled my fingers. He looked away. “For some reasons….” He sighed. “What if it's one of the vipers?” He looks into my eyes with a serious expression.. “What?” What are you talking about?” “Kehlani, I don't know but…..I drank it in the locker room. Don't you think someone must have done it?”

second he never apologize. Now she was damn sure that he was drunk! "Are you drunk or something?" Tris spitted while pushing him away from her. "No Tris i am not!"Z Taking a good view of him top to bottom trying to any traces of alcohol on him. "what hell has gotten into you?" T "Tris. i know i had been an asshole but please just listen to my explanation.." "Shut the fuck up!"Zayn tried to explain but Tris wasn't gonna fall for his tricks anymore.

MIKE'S POV 💝 I watch as my wife hesitate to join me on our bed, she narrows her eyes and I know she's wondering why I got myself drunk. Truth be told, I am not drunk, not at all. I did try to get drunk but the news I got at Caleb's place couldn't let me get drunk, no matter how much alcohol I took. In fact, it's safe to say I emptied Caleb's mini bar, but I am still not drunk.. "Babe, please. Just let me hold you, I missed you" She smiles and jumps into my open arms, I rest her head on my chest and let her hear my heart beating.

"Kal is creepy." "Hey, don't say that," she said, picking up a large knife to cut watermelons. "I’ll handle that. You might get cut." He quickly washed and dried his hands to cut the melon. "What happened to Tracey’s husband?" she asked. "We heard he was hospitalized." Terrence sighed as he carefully removed the rind of the watermelon and placed the fruit on a plate. "He was drugged and nearly raped." "Hearing about men being raped is... I don’t know what to say. But he’s alright now?"

After coming out, he felt so tired that he thought he could get a nap before walking up to go home. “Brother Travis, you were drunk yesterday, and I didn’t want to leave you alone. So…” Rosa said, then kept quiet. “Then why didn’t you call Elaine to come and take care of me?” he asked sharply as he stared at the woman who didn’t look anything like his wife. Sometimes he wondered whether the report he had received from the DNA test was true. “I am sorry, brother. I came near your bed and you held me. After that, we…” Rosa said as she blushed while Travis' eyes darkened.

I remember contemplating being intimate with Caleb because I want to make him as happy as he makes me. Caleb chuckles again. “Did I mention you were drunk?” I try to feel any discomfort or pain coming from between my legs. While I want to get over my trauma, I want to be fucked by Caleb when I am sober. “Did we do anything?” “As much as I want you, being drunk while I fuck you won’t erase your fear and trauma. If anything, it might get worse. How about you get dressed and join me in the kitchen? I made something for your hangover. It will help ease your headache.”

Travis wanted to leave, but his legs stayed rooted in the spot as he looked at Drake with a complex expression. Travis did the bloodwork and surgeries, and he knew very well that Drake was in a wretched state. If Drake was brought in just a bit later, his life would be in danger, yet Drake seemed to be perfectly fine. No matter how Travis thought about this, he couldn't explain it.

Trevor did not mind and continued to drink with his goblet. "After he was discharged, he did not have a day of a peaceful day. In the beginning, he worked day and night, and after two days of unknown stimulation, he started to drink, fight, and fight three rounds a night until he was covered with wounds and could not get up. If Don Anderson knew about this, he would definitely be angered to the point of having a heart attack."