PR SPECIALIST SLEEPS HER WAY TO THE TOP: Inside Olivia Rivers’ Calculated Seduction of Carter Storm
Below it is a photo. Not from last night. From three days ago, when I went to Carter’s house after we’d supposedly ended things. The angle is from outside, through a window, showing us in his kitchen. Him shirtless. Me in his shirt. Laughing.
Looking very much like two people who are together.
“Oh my God.” The phone slips from my fingers.
Carter catches it, and I watch his face go from confusion to fury as he reads.
“This is bullshit,” he growls. “Complete bullshit.”
He hands me my phone and I scroll through the article, my vision blurring as I read:
Sources close to the Dakota Dragons organization reveal that PR specialist Olivia Rivers has been using her position to pursue a romantic relationship with star quarterback Carter Storm. The relationship allegedly began shortly after Riverswas assigned to “shadow” Storm following his arrest at a local strip club, an assignment that now appears to have been orchestrated to give Rivers access to the player.
“She knew exactly what she was doing,” says one unnamed source. “Olivia’s always been ambitious. Getting close to Carter was just her way of securing her position with the team.”
Photos obtained by Sports Insider show Rivers at Storm’s private residence on multiple occasions, often late at night. One source suggests that Rivers leaked information about Storm’s arrest to the media herself, then positioned herself as his savior to gain his trust.
The words blur together.
They’re painting me as some kind of predator. A manipulator who used Carter to advance my career.
“This isn’t true.” My voice comes out strangled. “None of this is true.”
“I know that.” Carter’s beside me, hands on my shoulders. “Everyone who matters knows that.”
“Do they?” I look up at him, tears burning my eyes. “Because right now, it looks exactly like what they’re saying. I was assigned to shadow you. We started sleeping together. And now someone’s made it look like I planned the whole thing.”
“You didn’t.”
“But how do we prove it?” My voice cracks. “How do I prove I didn’t leak your arrest information? That I didn’t manipulate you? That I’m not just some—some—”
“Stop.” His grip tightens. “You’re not anything they’re saying. And we’re going to prove it.”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet. But we will.” He pulls me into his arms, and I let myself break down for just a moment, sobbing against his chest.
When I finally pull away, I wipe my eyes and force myself to breathe. “We need to get to Mark’s office.”
“Together.”
“Carter, maybe you should—”
“Together, Olivia.” His voice is firm. “We face this together. That’s what we agreed.”
I nod, even though every instinct screams at me to protect him. To take the fall alone. To let him walk away clean.
But he’s right. We’re in this together now.
For better or worse.
The drive to the stadium is silent. Carter keeps one hand on my thigh, grounding me, while I stare out the window at the city rushing past.
My phone won’t stop buzzing. More texts. More calls. News alerts showing the story spreading across every sports network.
I turn it off.
