Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

"That fucking..." Max cursed immediately pressing the pedal to the floor in an attempt to follow Lewis.

"Max, don't! Stop right now!" I reluctantly screamed, but he was seeing red, almost not even hearing me with both hands on the steering wheel, doing an insane zigzag through the traffic just to follow Lewis. "Max!" I shouted again as Lewis has gone away, Max being forced to violently press the break pedal to the floor as the traffic light turned red immediately after Lewis went past it.

The tires made a loud sound as they left traces behind on the asphalt followed by smoke. Everyone around stopped to look at us probably thinking we were close to crashing. Still, Max's look was still fixated in the direction that Lewis left, not noticing anything. The sound of the exhaust from Lewis' car got lost in the distance as he was completely gone by now. I gasped as Max hit the wheel with his fist honking the horn.

"Max?" I fearfully called his name, lightly touching his arm, but he still wasn't snapping out of it. His temper scared me every time, almost like he was turning into a whole different person when anger took over him.

"Fucking dickhead." Max nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

"Please, calm down."

"How the fuck can I calm down, huh? This fucking clown is constantly hitting on you right in my face just to piss me off. He couldn't take the trophy from me and now this is what he's come down to? Fucking pathetic."

"But you're giving him exactly what he wants when you react like this." I argued hoping I'll be able to ease his uncontrollable anger.

"What can I do? Just sit around and watch like some pussy? He defies me every time. Did he try anything else I'm not aware of?"

Max's question hit me like a wrecking ball. I immediately felt my throat go dry as I gulped. I can't tell him about what Lewis has done after the race. He'd go crazy and do something stupid that will get him in even more trouble for sure and that was exactly what Lewis was planning for sure.

"Of course not." I looked away from him hoping he won't notice how nervous I was lying to him.

"Idiot. Fucking incredible. He dares to message you, then greet you just like that... Like you've known each other from before... The guy literally never even got to know you or introduce yourselves to one another, knows your name from probably fucking Instagram and he's acting so casual about it." Max shook his head driving away, but thankfully giving up following Lewis.

I stayed silent hoping Max will drop the subject eventually. I have to handle this situation with Lewis somehow, but I don't have any clue how at the moment besides trying to avoid him as much as possible. This wasn't really the breath of fresh air I needed after the tabloids boomed after yesterday's video. Max slammed the door of the car, a frowned look still being plastered all over his face like Lewis was still here with us. We silently entered the building as he wouldn't simply let what happened go.

"I swear if one more time he dares to even breathe in your direction, I'll..." He started fuming all over again.

"Max..." I softly called his name cutting him off mid sentence as my hands snaked around his neck before playing with his hair. "Forget him." I leaned against him as we were standing now in front of my apartment's door.

He was visibly taken aback as he silently stood there and blankly watching me. His eyes flickered as he slowly moved them down to focus on my lips. His frowning visibly diminished as I was carefully caressing his cheek.

"You make me forget about anything, liefde." He whispered before I pressed my lips against his kissing him deeply.

I opened the door of my apartment throwing my heels from last night on the floor. Taking a look back at Max, it seemed like the kiss eased his mind. I stopped in my tracks looking around when I noticed there was nobody home.