Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

Max wrapped me up in a blanket and cuddled me in bed. He kissed my forehead pulling me even closer to him while I played with his messy hair. His arms tightly hugged me as he rested his forehead against mine. He was breathing deeply as I felt the way in which his body relaxed. It was almost incredible how tender and protective he becomes after such crazy numbers.

"Are you alright?" He caressed my cheek giving me a little worried look.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" He looked at the marks he left on my neck that have turned purple by now, intensively analyzing them. Suddenly, an even more concerned look was plastered all over Max's face.

"Max... I really loved it. You don't have to worry about it." I rested my forehead against his as he couldn't hold his smirk back. "What was up with that late night text?"

"I couldn't sleep without you. That's why tonight you're not going anywhere and... You should start packing your bags soon enough."

"What do you mean?" I gave him a puzzled look.

"Azerbaijan is coming up and there's no way I can make it without you by my side..."

"Max! You're taking me with you at races around the world?"

"At every one of them. Look, maybe it sounds crazy, but... I mean... I need you, Leyla, I can't-" I cut him off mid sentence as I grabbed his head and started kissing him. "Does that mean you will come with me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I rested my forehead against his softly caressing his cheek with my fingers.

CHARLES' POINT OF VIEW

"Yeah, Daniel, for the last fucking time, I got it!" I rolled my eyes standing in front of Daniel's door as I was more than ready to run away from there as fast as I could. "But still, you know what?"

"What, Charles?"

"How come Max loves her so much, but he's known her for like what two-three weeks?"

"How the fuck do you love her after you hold her two-three fucking minutes?" Daniel fumed, but unfortunately he was right. "Where the fuck are you going?" He asked as I aggressively swing the door open.

"Meet Lando or something, I don't fucking know." I replied not even taking the time to look back at Daniel as I rushed to get in my car and drive away as soon as possible. Before getting inside the car I instinctively looked up at the building, a thought of Leyla and Max together crossing my mind again.

The engine revved as I pressed the gas pedal to the floor not even caring about anything around me anymore. I grabbed my phone calling the one person I hoped would understand me.

"Aye, cabron! What's up?"

"Carlos, are you still in Monaco by chance?"

"Uh, no... I left straight after the race to Spain. Are you alright?"

"I really need someone to talk to and I hoped I'd meet you."

"I'm so sorry... What happened?"

"I don't know how to say it, but... Max started hooking up with a girl and I don't know how but I'm jealous all of a sudden and I can't control it."

"The girl Max brought at the race?"

"Yeah, her."

"Isn't she his girlfriend? How did it happen?"