Jealousy, Jealousy || Max Verstappen

B Call

Throwing my body on the huge pillows placed on another sunbed this week, I made the most of the warm weather. Every human being has been to Nikki Beach at Fairmont in Monaco at some point in their lives, me and Maria were part of that movement as well. There's been so many crazy parties thrown at the top of the hotel building followed by the most disgusting in a cliche way, events. If someone famous were to launch a brand or a product, the party would take a place right here. It was crowded, it was noisy but it had a good view and some nice food. Copying the old days, me and few of my friends, not just Maria were here to kill the day in this sunny June morning. I wasn't with Mick nor Max so I couldn't care less if I was being recognised, not that I was a celebrity, I just didn't mind seeing some familiar faces.

There was one thing keeping my mind busy these days and it was Max's comments about Mick. Deep down I knew he was making no sense, on the other hand it was weird how we've never spoken about it in detail with Mick, no discussion were made. I wondered if he ever thought about it deeply, he was a self aware guy, probably he had many conflicts inside before taking the action but he's never mentioned the resolutions to me before, maybe because he was also a very shy guy towards me. He was very far away from being shy in general unlike others perceived of him. His character was pretty original, pretty dominant and like an alpha personality. He just never showed this side to the world, he's been always under pressure, being the perfect example of his dad's golden son but he was a young guy and he had a wild personality laying under the calm man. The best thing to do was to open this conversation when he's on his break and away from work because I wasn't shy about it and I didn't understand the point of avoiding even thought it made me feel little uncomfortable.

Overthinking always ending up causing me to have the worst headache, I shook my head to send a wake up signal to my brain. Looking at the pool, it was calling me in to relax more. My ringing phone stopped from taking another step and the name wasn't that shocking, he was faster than I expected however, "Ma-"

"I need your help," He did sound panicked, forcing me to question what could've possibly happened put him in a position to ask help from me?

"You're ok?" If he was all healthy and safe, I could ignore his request.

"Yeah, no, I need your help, can you come to mind real quick?" My eyes travelled between my friends who was having lunch next to the pool, already making up excuses to leave.

Using my flirty voice I asked, "Is that a booty call?" I received silence, a long one. "Verstappen?"

"I'm waiting." He hung up on me and I couldn't just remove the smirk I had. Moving to Maria's left side I made up a lie, saying my period just started. I couldn't explain her where I was off to even though she was one of my closest friends, I just couldn't.

Packing my stuff, I put on a yellow shirt which used to belong to my dad but nowadays it was being used on my bikinis, covering my body parts like a dress. Doubt Max would mind my outfit either way.

Getting stuck in the traffic for twelve minutes, I was finally parking my car next to his in the garage belonged to him. If my memory wasn't fooling me, it was 7th floor so I just hit the button. I could see my reflection in the mirror and it wasn't that ideal considering I probably smelled like chlorine thanks to the earlier activities. Seeing his door, relieved my memory was still on point.

"Come in,"Hearing the raspy voice made me come back to Earth. I couldn't even remember when he opened the door, Jesus I was losing brain cells. He had a white plain t-shirt and shorts, with slippers on his feet, he was looking very comfy.

"What's the emergency then?" My confident coming back I asked him. For a second as I was staring deeply in his eyes, I got lost again. I lost the track of time and where I was. I tried to fight back to stay on top of his aura but I was failing, the longer he had his eyes on me, the weaker I felt.