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Chloé's POV:

When I arrived back in Amstelveen, my parents didn't seem to be at home. I shrugged my shoulders and quickly made myself a sandwich before walking to my room and looking for the right outfit for tonight.

Since I knew it was a party at a club that Martin wanted to take me to, I chose black acid washed high waist jeans and a dark blue lacy cropped top that looked pretty good with the new black heels I bought in Miami.

I dressed up as fast as possible because the worst part would be definitely my make-up and hair style.

You don't want to impress him. Let it be simple and casual.

I tied my hair up into a high ponytail and put on some mascara, eyeliner and nude coloured lipgloss.

I was usually not the person who's all about looks but I honestly had to admit I looked really good at this moment. Just as I applied my favorite perfume, a sudden hooted car honk brought me back to reality. I looked outside the window to see Martin sitting in a black Lamborghini huracan.

Holy crap! How rich was this kid?

I ran downstairs, almost forgetting about my purse with my ID, money and mobile phone, opening up the front door to meet the sexiest view ever.

Martin was leaning casually against the car, with his hands deep down the pockets of his skinny jeans.

He looked up to me, his famous smirk on the face, and tapped the car roof.

"Woah." Martin looked me up and down and licked his lips. "You look good."

I felt blood rushing into my face and I could just imagine how bad I had to look like.

"Oh thanks.", I answered politely, as he motioned me to the front seat.

"I didn't know you already have your driving license.", I stated, fastening my seatbelt on.

He moved into the driver's seat and as I gave him a side glance, I could see he was obviously grinning.

"What's so funny?", I asked bluntly while I watched him starting the engine.

"I have no license."

"Wait what?" I was sure I just got him wrong. Maybe it was just a joke. It had to be fun, right?

He carried on grinning like a naughty little boy while he drove in a not very slow pace.

"Martin, please tell me this is a joke!", I begged and literally digged my nails into the leather seat.

"I borrowed this car from my friend.", he said just the way you would tell someone something totally unimportant.

"Are you out of your mind?", I gave him a glare. He laughed at my reaction and nodded his head.

"I'm going to slow down a bit for the princess." He licked his lips again and smirked from the side.

"Instead of flirting with me you should rather look at the street.", I murmured half angrily. I just hoped that the police wouldn't see us like that.

"Oh Chloé, but the street isn't as interesting as you.", he replied, "Or your boobs."

I moaned and decided to look out of the window, enjoying the beautiful view. Amsterdam by night was definitely worth being in a car with a childish DJ.

Don't forget a hot one additionally.

Definitely not.

Definitely yes.

After a couple of minutes of silence I glanced over to Martin. My eyes wandered around from his caramel brown fluffy hair to his face.

His smirk faded and his eyes seemed to be glued to the street. Whenever someone drove the wrong way in his opinion, he furrowed his eyebrows and cursed under his breath in Dutch.

I had to admit his face profile looked beautiful, his light stubble getting visible in the late afternoon sun.

He wore a black plain shirt that revealed his tanned forearms. Driving the car made his veins and biceps appear and I quickly looked away as I noticed what I was doing.

But still I couldn't get rid off one word that stuck in my head for the rest of the drive.

Flawless.

Okayy so I thought I would update a short chapter now, but don't worry the party will be in the next one then! How did you celebrate Martijn's 19th birthday? I was basically playing his songs on repeat :P Btw, did everyone see the third episode of the Martin Garrix Show? I don't know why, but I always get so emotional and proud because damn he's my age and travelled so much! Anyways, enough talking by me. Now it's your turn to tell me if you liked the chapter or not and a vote is always welcome, too! :D thank you so much for all your reads, votes and comments you're the best readers!

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