Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

I turned off the lights as I lazily threw myself in the empty bed. I rolled on the side, eyes closed, trying to fall asleep after the draining discussion I had with Daniel. The fact that nobody was seeing the situation with Charles from my perspective made me really overthink everything. But I knew exactly what I saw back there.

Even now with my eyes closed, I could still visualize the whole scene with Leyla and Charles. The way he was watching her so deeply seemed almost like he was close to even fucking kiss her right in front of me. He wanted to feel her for as long as possible. He even must've forgotten I was there. Damn.

I rolled on the other side of the bed, grabbing a pillow. I inhaled Leyla's perfume that was still very much on my sheets. I wrapped my arms around it and buried my head in the pillow, but I was too agitated like it wasn't enough. Even though I tried, I failed to get the thoughts of her out of my head. I needed her and I had to have her by my side right now. Especially after everything that went down today I wanted to know that she'll be next to me.

"Fuck, Leyla!" I cussed hitting the empty bedside with my fist. "Why did you have to go tonight?" I hummed rubbing my eyes.

I picked up my phone from the nightstand and blankly stared at it for a couple of moments. The time was now 2 AM and I had just a couple of hours of sleeping until Bradley would come banging on my door. Still holding the phone in my hand, I just felt like calling to tell her I'm picking her up so I could bring her here with me.

I could still feel her gentle touch on my skin and her soft lips brushing against mine. When I closed my eyes I couldn't see anything else than her gorgeous naked body gracefully walking towards me. I found myself biting my own lips at the flashbacks of her getting down in front of me. My mind was clouded with her pretty moans and I felt how I was getting hard just at the thought of her.

I rolled on the other side of the bed letting out a deep sigh. I closed my eyes again and all I could visualize was her spread all over this exact bed.

"Max... Max... Max..." Her voice was echoing in the back of my head as I started to breath heavily.

"Fuck!" I screamed angrily jumping out of the bed and storming inside the bathroom. I turned the cold water on as I started rubbing my face with it. I watched myself in the mirror loudly exhaling. "Calm the fuck down, calm the fuck down..." I kept on repeating to myself as I was leaning against the sink.

There was a moment of silence in my head as I felt like I was confronting my own self if the mirror, trying to get a hold of me, water dripping down my chin.

"Please, Max, I need more..."

"NO!" I lashed out. "I can't fucking believe this... What is she doing to me? What the fuck is this?"

I was biting my lower lip as I couldn't ignore how I was feeling. How is it even possible to feel this way for someone I just met?

"I can't fucking believe I have to do it so I can get some damn sleep."

LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I woke up slowly rubbing my eyes. I felt like something was missing and even half asleep I knew exactly what it was and that was the muscular embrace that was holding my body on yesterday's morning. I looked on the other side of the bed noticing Jasmine still sleeping. I closed my eyes back trying my best to recall Max's ocean gaze. I had a hard time falling asleep last night as the thoughts of him were keeping me up.

I turned around and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. What? 12 PM? How is this even possible? I overslept again. I stood up as I scrolled through my notifications, one of them getting my attention.