Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

The tension between us made the atmosphere thick. I tried to make myself comfortable on the couch next to him, but I just couldn't when the scenes I dreamed about last night kept on playing inside my head.

"Are you... Hungry?" Max broke the silence as the race he wanted to show me was paused on TV, ready to start. "Like do you want anything?"

I looked at Max snapping out of my lucid dreams. If it wasn't for the fact that Max is a Formula 1 world champion, I would say he tends to be quite a shy guy most of the time. But then I remember who he is and think it's impossible he didn't have tons of girls until now.

"Yeah, what do you have?"

"Umm... I don't know." He looked lost at me making a pause. "Let's check." Max tried to get a hold of himself sitting up and walking to the kitchen as I followed him.

He looked in every cabinet and checked the fridge twice only to become even more lost than he already was when he found out there wasn't anything left in his house. Max looked around confused nervously running his fingers through his hair.

"There's literally nothing else left in this household except water, RedBull and gin."

I tried to put on a fake smile when I heard his words. There's no way I'm alone with Max at his place and we're getting drunk without something happening between us. I felt breathless as my heart was beating uncontrollably faster, but tried not to show it in any way. It would've made everything even worse.

"Not even tonic water to make the gin lighter?" I asked making Max check the whole kitchen all over again.

"No." He shortly answered after closing the last cabinet.

As it was what it was, Max played the Abu Dhabi race on the TV while he poured gin in my glass with only some ice. I felt drunk only looking at the glass, but started taking a couple of sips anyway. The strong alcohol taste invaded my mouth as I was trying to follow the race.

I shortly looked at Max standing next to me having a whole battle inside me. Even though I was clearly and uncontrollably falling in love with him, I really hoped nothing would happen tonight because I didn't want to be like any other girl he randomly hooks up with. But still with every sip of dry gin I wanted him even more.

The race was still playing and the least that I could do was try to focus on it. Paying attention to the race, I lost count of the gin glasses I've emptied attempting to ignore the nervousness Max was making me feel.

"Overtake this jerk already!" I drunkly said as the fact that Lewis kept on leading the race for so many laps was getting on my nerves.

"Don't worry, I will, mijn liefste." Max grinned as I felt his fingers running down and playing with my long hair that was sitting on my back giving me goosebumps already.

Fuck. Don't call me that, please, please. Not that damned accent. I turned my eyes away from the TV and looked at Max gliding his eyes all over my body, fingers still in my hair. I quickly turned away not being strong enough to face him and grabbed the glass on the table only to drink the rest of it in a single shot. I dizzily looked at the bottle as it was almost empty. How much did we actually drink?

Max's hand entirely grabbed my hair strongly holding it in a ponytail sending shivers through my spine. My veins were boiling and my cheeks were flushed red when I turned around and looked in Max's eyes that were bloodshot from all the alcohol. Would he also hold my hair like that if he was to fuck me from behind right here on this sofa? No! Leyla come back to your senses! How? How can I come back to my senses when this guy makes me a literal hot mess?

"Verstappen takes the lead of the race and snatches the championship trophy from Lewis Hamilton!" The commentator screamed on the TV as I hardly took my eyes off Max to see the moment he defeated Lewis right on the last lap.

Max pulled me as I collapsed on the sofa next to him. Now both of us were lying down facing each other. The race ended as the screen went dark, the only thing that was now brightening the room were the city lights of Monaco. My head was a mess as I could literally feel the whole room spinning and my vision of Max became quite blurry. His fingers fixed my hair behind my ear before his hand slipped to my hip then slowly to my leg. I was trying my best to stay with him, but the alcohol was slowly making me go numb.

MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

My heart was pounding inside my chest ready to pop out. What is happening to me?

I was losing myself little by little gazing into her eyes. I breathed heavily desperately trying to hold myself from taking off that short dress of hers and having her all for me. Everything about her was so fragile and soft and I craved everything so badly. Her hand reached for my cheek caressing it carefully as her eyes were slowly shutting down.

I'm so drunk right now, but I can't blame the fact that I'm undeniably falling in love with her on the alcohol. I couldn't help it but analyze every inch of skin her dress revealed and as my eyes moved down from her breasts, I noticed her skirt riding up almost to her hips. She is perfection. I shut my eyes. Verstappen don't, Verstappen don't, I kept telling myself taking a deep breath when the idea of fucking the girl I was falling for when she was this drunk popped up again and again in my head. What if she'll regret it tomorrow?

How is it possible she got me like this in a matter of days? Does she know what she is doing to me? Does she know I'd fuck her right now until she doesn't know what her name is anymore? I pulled her closer to me as a soft moan escaped her lips in her sleep making me bite down on my lip instinctively. She looked so peaceful and angelic sleeping in my arms I could watch her all night, but I couldn't let her sleep here on the couch.

I carefully stood up holding her as I started walking to the bedroom and slowly placed her on the bed. What the fuck do I do now? Do I let her sleep alone? I shook my head and walked back to the living room pouring me another glass of gin drinking it like it was water hoping it'll ease my mind.

"Max..." My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name moaned from the bedroom.