The music was pounding along with the unbearable beat from the heavy bass. The club was filled to the brim with all sorts of random people, who was invited to my party. I can swear I only knew about half the people there. The lights were flashing across the ceiling, and I stood with a drink in my hand on top of the platform of the DJ, my good friend Martin Garrix, admiring the audience below me, who seemed to have the time of their lives. I slowly sipped on my drink, which must now at least have been the 10th. Boy, had i drunk too much already, and it was only like 12am. After the race, I had quickly changed into some more acceptable clothes and drove directly to the club, where we had been waiting around for about an hour and a half, before the first guests started to arrive. Among them were Christian, Checo, my mum and dad, and my sister, Victoria. They had all been over the moon about my win and my first championship. So proud that even my father decided to go clubbing. This was a day to remember, I said to myself.
I had mingled a bit, mostly speaking to some of the people, I didn't know, because somehow I rejected any presence of my normal acquaintances and only wanted to chat with complete strangers. It was only weirder as I was normally a very shy person, when I was sober. Anyway, a handful of girls had attempted on me this evening, and none of them had succeeded, until i rambled into someone called Cristine... I think. We had started talking and step by step retracted from the audience. We had then started kissing, probably a bit more aggressive than was usually acceptable in public, but nonetheless, we did it. After a while, we decided to leave the party to go back to her hotel room for some, you know. So, I found Victoria and let her know that I would be leaving. She immediately understood why. "Well well, my big bro has found a girl to share the night with... again," she said teasingly while smiling at me to give me the approval to leave.
"Yeah, well, there you have it Vic. I'm a grown man, I need some fun," I joked back.
"See ya tomorrow big bro," she said before engulfing me in a hug. Sometimes I quite envied her for living the perfect life with her boyfriend, Tom, and their perfect life with their son Luka and another one on the way. I sometimes wondered why I had never yet had the urge to start a family and to connect to someone the way Vic and Tom had. I told myself, it was because I was still young and focused on my career. But to be frank, I had never had a girlfriend before, ever.
But I might get the chance now, I thought as i glanced back at Cristine, who waited for me at the exit. We hailed a cab, and as we got in, we couldn't keep ourselves off of each other. As we approached her hotel, she turned to me and glaring at me with her ocean blue eyes - just like mine.
"Do you wanna come inside?" She asked. And to my big surprise, I blurted out something on the lines of: "No, not today, I'm too tired." She had then looked at me as her smile and lust slowly departed her soul.
"Fine, you fucking idiot, you shouldn't have seduced me then. Goodbye!" She said quite offensively.
"I know, and I am so sorry, please don't blame me, you know how much has happened to me today," I said in a rather defensive tone, again to my big surprise. Why did I act like this today? I'm normally always up for some fun, I asked myself quietly. With that answer, she just laughed and me and smacked the door of the cab walking away into the lobby of her hotel.
"Can you take me to the Ritz?" I then asked the cab driver. He nodded and left off. Upon the arrival I paid him and walked into the lobby. There was nobody really there, since it was now almost 2am (which was a lot earlier than I thought I'd be home). I walked around the corner towards the elevators and saw one ready to close.
"WAIT!" I yelled and ran to the elevator sticking my hand through the doors to force it open again. To my astonishment, it was Charles, who stood in the elevator. As the doors closed he asked me: "Max... what are you doing here?" You could clearly hear, that he as well has had a few drinks to say the least.
"On my way home. Don't you remember we live at the same hotel?" I asked him enjoying his state of drunkenness. I suddenly started to pay attention to the fact that I had now calmed almost down. I was no longer thinking about the episode with Cristine, but I had now calmed down, but my adrenaline had started to throb through my body. An immense intensity had now filled the elevator.
"Oh, that's right," Charles replied at long last.
I was somehow unable to look at him and grabbed my phone not wanting to enhance the awkwardness. But I didn't do anything on my phone. I just stood there, with the phone in my hand, and contemplating all the mixed emotions and feelings inside me. What the hell is happening to me? I was now realising that I was reliving the moment from earlier today in the paddock after the race. The spark of electricity that had gone through my body as me and Charles shook hands. I started to breathe heavier and faster, and to my relief, the elevator now opened its doors, and I quickly exited and walked away in a nimble and swift way. As I left, I quickly glanced back at Charles, who had also exited the elevator, and we now stood there a couple of seconds looking straight into each others eyes albeit with 20 metres distance, but his eyes and face were as clear as ever. The hazelbrown big eyes and his perfect muddled hair. As I realised what I was thinking I rapidly broke off the eye contact and turned into my hotel room.
As I got inside, I had started to feel nauseous heading straight for the toilet. I only managed to lift the lid before I puked. I emptied my stomach completely as the stress and worry started to fill my mind. As I finished up, I couldn't get myself to stand up properly, and so I sat there on the floor about 20 minutes, before I instructed my body to get up and clean the mess. I brushed my teeth, instantly feeling better, because I didn't have to smell my own bad breath anymore. I looked into the mirror and stared deep into the eyes of the person, who reflected me. I came to the conclusion I didn't know the man, who was looking at my. All my worry and ignorance of myself from my childhood, and also adulthood to be honest, began to reenter my mind. I pulled off my shirt as I broke out in a sweat. That was when there was a knock on the door.
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Author's note:
So that's the third chapter done. This one is my favourite yet, what do you guys think?
I don't know what I think about the layout with the chapters differentiating between Charles' and Max' POV's, but I have to go through with it now😅.
Also, I'm so proud of Max taking his second WDC, what a dominance he has shown this season, so well deserved. The cost cap report is hanging in the air though. What is you shot at the penalty in your minds. I personally think they will have less opportunity to develop their 2023 car. Anyways, that's just me nerding about F1. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as always feel free to comment and vote<3
-Robert
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Фанфик*NOT CONTINUED* When Max Verstappen wins the 2021 WDC, Charles Leclerc is feeling angry and disappointed in himself. Max had won a WDC before him. But amidst this anger, lies a magnetising attraction towards Max. But how does Charles deal with it? ...
