Chapter Fifteen: The Worst and Best Kept Secrets

****Trev****

“The car will be here in about five minutes.” I yelled up the stairs in my apartment and smiled at the sound of her rushed footsteps on the floor above. 

“I’m almost ready. Just getting my shoes.” She yelled back down and I kept pacing between the stairs and the doorway. I didn’t know why though; it didn’t help get rid of any of the anxiousness I felt about the night ahead. 

It was our big moment, the night when we were going public with our relationship and we’d picked a doozy to do it with. It was the Bucks’ annual postseason banquet that was hosted by the organization to celebrate its accomplishments and thank those who made them possible. 

It was extra special that year since we’d won the Super Bowl and the organization had planned an over the top celebration that was getting a lot of attention from local and some national press. Which meant that a lot of media would be there when we finally let the secret out of the bag. 

Not that it was the best kept secret. Our families, closest friends, Bucks’ management, and Pam’s boss all knew. The later I’d learned about while we were still at the cabin when it dawned on me that she should’ve been working instead of taking care of me. That’s when she let me know about her conversation with Roger and how she was taking time off.

Her hiatus lasted until a couple days before the Bucks’ event. She’d gone back to work and explained why her reporting on the Bucks wouldn’t be an issue anymore. It wasn’t a secret that I didn’t like most journalists, at least the pushy sports ones, but I came to respect Roger after he had gone out of his way help Pam and kept the news of my retirement quiet until I announced it.

My retirement press conference was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. It wasn’t pretty; I choked up and cried, but what made it doable was the support that I had there: my Mom, Will, Ryan, the rest of my teammates, Pam’s dad and Pam. 

She’d done exactly what she’d said she would do. She‘d stayed by my side through the weeks since my injury and I owed a lot of why I was able to do the press conference and start down the road to recovery and acceptance, to her. And it was one reason why I was anxious to finally go out with her; because it meant I could reveal how I’d made it through everything.

The sound of an alert from my phone told me that the car had arrived and I turned to call up the stairs again but stopped when I caught sight of her coming down them. She had on a short, tight, black dress, stiletto heels and her hair was styled like it was the night she’d gone out with Paisley, all those months ago at her parents’ house.

Chapter Eleven: Keeping the Obvious Hidden

Couple Notes for this chapter:

- NSFW

- I've included the song that's mentioned in the chapter.

- Thanks for reading!

****Pamela****

The rays of the rising sun peeked through the blinds, filling the room with slivers of warm light. One was particularly relentless in its attempts to wake me up, honing in on my closed eyelids, warming them and tempting me to open them up to see the golden, happy hue it cast throughout the room. They were deceiving though, hinting at a warmth that didn’t exist if I ventured out from under the covers and I declared my defiance by pulling the covers over my head and turning my back on the determined ray.

But its absence brought back the cold that I wanted to escape and I snuggled closer to the middle of the bed, reaching my arm and leg over for the heat that usually radiated from Trev’s body. Usually. . .But that morning the coldness of the sheets seeped into my skin and jostled me further from sleep, pushing away any remaining grogginess, and brought to my mind the still blurry image of Trev kissing my cheek as he got out of bed. It was enough to make me finally give in and fling the covers back, sighing as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and shivering as my bare feet touched the freezing wood floor.

“I hate winter.” I mumbled to myself as I walked across the room to the dresser. It was mostly true. The beauty of a freshly fallen snow could make me smile, but eventually its beauty always faded and only gray slush, bare trees, and freezing temperatures remained. Along with cold wooden floors. . .the thought made me shiver again and I quickened my effort to find something warm to wear.

The cold that remained in my bones as I left the bedroom made me sneak a quick glance at the thermostat; one moment wishing that it wasn’t working so I could blame it for my inability to get warm and then the next relieved that it was so I could turn it up a couple degrees. It was one subject that we hadn’t agreed on and I had little hope we ever would: What temperature the apartment should be.

We were polar opposites; he always warm, me always cold, and no matter how much I protested, the first couple of nights he insisted that the temperature stay where I liked it. The tossing and turning throughout the first nights and sweaty sheets in the mornings were the last straw though, and on the third night I snuck back into the hallway when Trev got ready for bed and turned the temperature back down.

Chapter Nine: On the Verge of Losing Consciousness

A warning beforehand that this chapter is NSFW. . . 

Also, the songs that are played by Trev and Pamela can be found at the end. Thanks for reading!

****Pamela****

Writing the article about Trev and the Bucks was easy. I had more than enough material and after talking with him and the whole team, I knew what approach I wanted to take for it to have the message that Trev wanted. What wasn’t easy and was often times excruciating was not talking to Trev during the two days that it took me to write the article. Knowing that I’d be busy and focused on writing, he offered to leave me alone until I gave it to him. And while I appreciated his thoughtfulness and originally thought that having no contact with him would make it easier for me to concentrate, I soon found out the opposite was true.

My thoughts regularly went to him and what he could be doing, wondering if he was thinking of me and the day we shared together, sometimes even to the previous weeks and how much had occurred between us. Him going to Appaloosa, which led to us texting, that led to us meeting in Riverview and then him comforting me at the stadium and my hotel room. His request to have me write the article and then following him around and him opening up about his dad and seeing him. The touches that we shared between the two of us and wondering if more would occur when we saw each other again. . . It was all the motivation I needed to work as fast and as long as I could to get the article done and into his hands.

But there was one roadblock in the way before it could happen. I hadn’t told my boss about the agreement that Trev and I had about him approving the final article. With it being done I was forced to face the music and I spent the third morning trying to think of ways to tell Roger. The sound of my phone buzzing served as another reminder that my time had run out and seeing Roger’s name appear on its screen made my heart start to race.

Haines! Weren’t we supposed to meet at eleven?

Shit. I cursed to myself and reached across my desk for the flash drive that contained all the article components. Striding towards his door, my thoughts raced through any number of scenarios of what his reaction could be to learning about Trev’s and my agreement but I didn’t have much time to ponder it. I came face to face with Roger’s closed office door in only a handful of strides and tried to steady my nerves and heartrate as I lifted my hand to knock on it.

“Yup.” His usual greeting traveled through the door and I held my breath as I entered it.

“Sorry I’m late.” I said and took my usual seat in one of the chairs facing him. “I was giving everything a once over before declaring it done and lost track of time.”

“Not a big deal. You’re usually early so I wondered what happened.” The expectant, gigantic smile that spread across his lips as he looked at the flash drive in my hand made my stomach sink. “So it’s done then?”

I nodded. “It is.”

His outstretched hand beckoned me to hand it over. When I didn’t make any move to place it in his hand though, his confused eyes darted up to mine, questioning why I didn’t. “Aren’t you going to hand it over?”

I shook my head and clutched the drive even more. “No. . .at least not yet.” I admitted and he looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. We sat there staring at each other for what felt like forever until he lowered his hand and sat back in his squeaky chair. 

“Care to share why you don’t want to hand it over?” Even though his voice sounded calm, I could tell that annoyance was bubbling under the surface and I knew with what I was about to admit to him, it would more than likely boil over.