MAX'S POINT OF VIEW
I slowly attempted to open my eyes feeling the way my head was literally spinning from all the alcohol of last night. My vision was almost completely blurry so I sighed closing them back and cuddling the naked body I had my arms wrapped around. Inhaling Leyla's perfume I smiled with satisfaction. I opened my eyes again to her angelic sleeping face. My fingers softly fixed her messy hair behind her ear as I couldn't stop admiring her. Hands unconsciously slipped tracing her body curves under the blanket. The mark I've left on her neck was enough to turn me on by its own. She had me daydreaming about everything that happened last night.
But that's when the realization hit me. Fucking Lewis Hamilton. He wasn't able to take the championship trophy away from me and is this what he's doing now? He could try anything he wants, but I'll make sure I'll beat him at his own game all over again if I need to. I squeezed her body even closer to mine if that was even possible.
LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW
Hands gliding all over my naked body woke me up making me lightly open my eyes only to look right into a pair of ocean blue ones. Instantly realizing it was Max, I melted into the embrace of his muscular arms.
"Max..." I whispered, my eyes falling shut all over again as all I was able to do was give him a soft smile.
"Hey, let me see those pretty eyes." He gave me a peck on the lips before I opened my eyes to please him. "That's better."
"I'm so hungover." I rested my forehead against his cupping his face with my hand.
"Me too. I don't want to get out of this bed." He replied giving me another kiss on the forehead. "How did you sleep?"
"Incredibly good." I sighed getting a chuckle from Max. I wasn't going to lie, the number he did on me knocked me out almost immediately after we were done.
"What was your favorite part?" Max asked as he came closer brushing his lips against mine.
"Oh my God, everything." I felt his grip on me tighten as he started roughly kissing me making my hands go instantly to his hair.
A knock on the door followed by the ringing bell caused me and Max to stop and look at each other. He ignored it as he started to kiss me all over again, but Max let out an annoyed groan as the knocking continued.
"If this is Lando fucking Norris banging on my door all over again in a moment like this I swear I'm losing it."
"I'm sure he's not doing it purposely." I couldn't help but laugh at how angry Max got in no time.
"I don't fucking care. I just want to have you all over me and this dumbass keeps on disturbing me." He let go of me pulling up his shorts and jumping out of bed fuming all the way to the door.
I quickly hide my whole body under the blanket leaving only my eyes out just in case Lando decided to storm in the middle of Max's apartment all over again. I heard the rough way Max unlocked the door.
MAX'S POINT OF VIEW
This damn idiot I swear I'll punch him right in his face for making me get out of the bed just to deal with his shit. To me it almost looked like he's somehow telepathic and as soon as he senses me and Leyla are on the edge of doing something he shows up remotely. I violently swing the door open.
"Lando fucking Norris how the fuck do you... Oh shit." I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw my trainer, Bradley standing in front of me completely confused.
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Starstruck - Max Verstappen
Fanfiction"Monaco can't be any more beautiful, but with you by my side."