Travis Kelce Drunk Novels & Stories

Every mention of her name was like a spark to tinder, igniting the wildfire of my emotions. Kelvin sighed heavily and grabbed his phone. He dialed a number, turning the speaker on as if he wanted me to hear the conversation clearly. The person he was calling finally picked up. The room fell silent as Kelvin spoke urgently, his voice edged with concern. “Ceres, Richard’s had too much to drink. You know how people get when they're drunk? He’s been calling your name, apologizing, telling me he misses you. He wants you back. He’s out of control. Can you come and take him? I can’t handle him like this.”

Elak Tristan, but still can't turn around. Shaquelle shook her head and asked Tristan to get up from his seat. Of course the man immediately turned around and walked slowly towards Shaquelle. Her eyes look very red and Tristan admits he wasn't drunk? "You're drunk, right?" Shaquelle asked once again Couldn't do it, only Tristan admitted, "Yes, I'm drunk." Shaquelle snorted she immediately asked Tristan to take a shower, lest Elvano smell this very strong smell of alcohol. But instead of leaving, Tristan picked up Shaquelle and made the woman sit on the kitchen table. Pulling on the woman's waist and stroking her, pulling the small sash off Shaquelle's shirt and almost exposing two thick, spr

I said. He just nodded and wiped his face. Was he crying? When we returned to the Stclaire mansion, the Omegas told Drake that Ty had left for a few days. Drake started drinking heavily. Everything seemed to crash down on him at once. He poured glass after glass of whiskey, his eyes hollow and distant. After the third glass, he jumped up and pulled me to his dad's office. He started pulling file and file out of the cabinets, spreading them all over the room frantically. I took his hand. "What can I do?"

“What do you mean?” “I’m not supposed to drink. I just got diagnosed with a lupus. Alcohol mixes with my medications for it and my liver isn’t in very good shape to begin with. If I came home drunk, my family would have lost it.” “I see. What happened next?” “I don’t remember going up to the suite. I was pretty drunk, but I do remember, Kelly helping me get my clothes off. And then . . . she began to unbutton her blouse.” “And then what happened?”

Deep down he knew he was doing wrong by forcing her physically but wasn't normal to have sex with his wife, in fact he always had inner fight with himself and always convince himself it is his right and this right he can use as her punishment. Caleb made porridge for him, and kept it near the table. Giving a deep sigh he asked " What happened? Last night you dashed out from the bar so desperately and few hours back you again drowning yourself into alcohol." Steve didn't raise his face, his hand is now bandaged, Caleb did it, the cut was not that deep but it is definitely painful. "I heard about the news…”- he ventured cautiously, hoping to break the ice. “… You also know this paparazzi.. The

He asked himself in disbelief. He massaged his aching temple. Caleb hadn’t drunk much last night and knew his alcohol tolerance. But how could he do that? He was so guilty, especially when he opened the video message from Triana in France. He was inside his car when he checked his phone. Triana’s worried face immediately materialized.

Kelvin smiled and turned toward Gracie and Davian, "You guys can continue singing. I'll stay here and chat with Gilbert." Soon after, the room was filled with singing again. This time around, it sounded much better than the screams before. Gilbert gulped two glasses of beer. He was silent the whole time and looked tense. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood. Kelvin raised his glass and clinked glasses with Gilbert. Kelvin then said casually, "I saw Kisa today." As expected, Gilbert stopped drinking upon hearing that. Kelvin laughed at him quietly and purposely remained silent. He was waiting for Gilbert to ask him more about it.

"He's up there watching TV. I think he'll be fine. He only had four shots of Tequila and a couple of beers," "Derrick and I don't drink. Only that one time when you brought the kegs over, which we still have in the garage, by the way. Even then, he didn't drink much, but I got smashed. So much so that I was puking my guts up for half an hour. It wasn't fun, but Derrick took care of me and made sure I didn't die,"

The moment I said it out loud I realised how it must have sounded to Ellie and to have done what I did and said what I said and the only way I could do that was do something thoughtful, and something to make her understand I was sorry . After the two and a half hours of punishment that I received from the coaching staff at the trailers and changed into proper gear. I needed to de-stress and relax a bit so drinking was out of the question because we had a game in a couple of days and I wanted to be clean for the game and not drunk or have alcohol swimming in my blood. No one in the team wanted to talk to me and the only person who stuck around was Toby. He waited for me . Every player had a p

Cal asks me to meet with him because he had some news to share, so here I am at the only hip bar in Purple Hill, sitting by the window and looking at the stars, How much more pathetic can I be? “Hey there, Bitch!” I hear Calvin call out. “What are you up to?” He asks as he sat in front of me. “Nothing much,” I said, “bored as hell,” I added. “Alright, so I talked with Drake and he’s been asking me to take part in the competition,” he said as he motioned for a glass of beer, “Why are you not drinking?” “Not in the mood,” I am not sure if it was something that I ate last night but when I woke up this morning I threw up everything that I ate.