Jealousy, Jealousy || Max Verstappen

Broken Home

"Your phone kept ringing." I informed Max as he jumped on the sofa next to me with drinks in his hand.

"Shouldn't be important." His eyes moved to the TV, where we had a movie playing on. Back from Barcelona, he did what he told me and brought me to his apartment. Watching a random movie which we both were not so interested in but didn't mind because our bodies were tired to do anything else.

Now the phone ring turning into message notification sounds, I rolled my eyes with annoyance. His phone was next to mine, in between our bodies on the sofa and even the lighting on the screen with each notification was enough to give me a headache. Looking back at Max's face, he however didn't seem bothered. My eyes accidentally caught the name on his screen, "Oh, are you serious?" I asked with disappointment but not surprised voice.

"What?" He turned to me, looking completely lost.

"I thought you were a grown up," Now getting up from the sofa, I laughed out loud. "Why am I not even surprised?"

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on-"

"Why don't you take a look at your fucking phone instead of asking me?" My voice came out louder than I expected but I didn't care at all right now. Something was definitely wrong with that girl, "She needs mental help, like BADLY."

"God Sofia, just relax, she is just asking if I wanna come over for the party or whatever." The calmness in his voice unlike mine, annoyed the shit out of me.

I walked over where he was sitting and took the phone out of his hand. It was already unlocked, making my job easier, I clicked on her name, why the hell was her name saved in his phone in the first place anyway, probably because he needed it for booty calls and the chat was probably filled with sexting, oh my god my inner voice was my biggest enemy. I couldn't even read their previous texts, I just pressed on the voice note and spoke, "No, he wouldn't wanna come over Anastasia, thanks for inviting though."

"I had no idea you were a possessive one-" Max said with a smirk on his lips, the bastard was enjoying it of course.

"I am not." I handed his phone back to him and attempted to walk pass him to leave the room. I wasn't insecure, never been, I just wanted to murder her for being such a sticky bitch, shameless.

"Sofia," His hand finding my wrist and not letting me follow my plan, I hated how I felt calmer immediately after he just called my name like that. "Do I have to show you I am interested in you only every time?" Looking down on his face, my eyes travelled between his lips and his deep blue eyes, this man was beautiful.

Understanding as a signal, he quickly pulled me on his lap, kissing me like he was meaning what he just said. I fought hard to not respond to his kisses for few seconds but how long an individual could resist to his hand on the cheek, his wet lips locked with mine, other hand pulling me closer by my waist. With my response, he moaned in my mouth as a reaction, I almost forgot my own name in the exact moment, he was removing every info from my mind the second our skin contacts. I moved my hips on his lap uncontrollably, the owner of my body was becoming him each second. "No, no, no," He placed both of his hands on my thighs and stopped me from moving. "No riding this time, I am gonna fuck you into the mattress."

"But your arm-" I softly touched to his arm, being careful to not hurt it.

"You'll be surprised what I can do with one arm." I hated his confidence, I hated how it was bigger than mine, I hated how it was making mine look invisible. He once again proved my concerns wrong and with an arm he lifted both of us up, carrying me to his bedroom on his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.

My body was thrown to his bed but I pulled him with myself, not wanting to let go. "So needy,"

"I am no-" My voice cracked as he made a move to get rid of my leggings, resting his fingers around my pants. Such a tease... I pressed my body towards his hand, "I am not."