AND IT CONTINUES - Max Verstappen

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Daniella let out an irritated groan as she checked her phone. She was still in bed, right next to her boyfriend, hoping to get a little bit more sleep but the phone call from the marketing team woke her up.

She tried to talk in a low voice so Max didn't wake up but it was already too late. He slightly moved and put his arm around her as his eyes slowly opened.

"I hate marketing," Daniella ended the call and put away her phone.

"What happened?" Max asked in his morning voice.

"They asked me to come in early to film a few videos," Daniella replied as she buried her head in his chest, their legs now tangled and arms around each other. "Lewis refuses to take part in any of it so I end up doing extra work," She complained.

"Then leave Mercedes and come back to Red Bull," Max suggested, still only half awake. He knows Daniella is not going to rejoin Red Bull again but that doesn't mean he is going to stop suggesting it.

"Why don't you join Merc?"

"I would rather leave this sport," Max placed a kiss on her cheek, a small smile on his face.

Daniella ran her fingers through his messy hair, a gesture that she knows brings comfort to him.

Both stayed silent for a couple of minutes, a little peaceful moment before the day starts. Both are scheduled for a hectic day before and after free practice.

Daniella's phone rang again and she let out another groan.

"I can't wait for this season to be over."

***

Max slowly got out of bed and dragged his feet to the bathroom. Daniella only left a few minutes ago but he still has an hour or so in his hands till he has to reach the paddock.

He was halfway through his shower when he heard a faint knock on the door. He ignored it thinking whoever it was would go away but the knock didn't stop. He thought it was maybe Daniella, maybe she forgot something and came back for it.

He turned off the shower and only wrapped a towel around his waist before making his way to the door.

"Did you forget something..." He asked as he opened the door but his voice disappeared and his body froze once he realized it was not Daniella at the door, but instead it was her father.

"What are you doing in my daughter's room, Emilian?" David Michaels asked, sounding stern but confused.

"Ummm... David, Sir," Max stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

"The more important question is what are you doing in my daughter's room?" David glared at the state of Max. "And where is Dani?"

"She...she just left," Max nervously replied, trying to avoid answering the former question.

"Are you not going to invite me in?"

"Yeah..sorry," Max moved aside and David walked in. "I thought you were arriving tonight."

"You thought wrong," David replied as he looked around. There was no doubt it was Daniella's room with all the clothes around the room. "Are you going to the circuit now?"

"Umm..." Max was having trouble answering and his throat was also dry.

"Great," David responded, not giving the driver any chance to reply further. "I will go with you."

Max could only hope that David doesn't throw him out of a driving car.

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