He's Max Verstappen, F1 WDC, and you're Chiara Pirelli. You've known Max since before he was an F1 driver and you were always meant to be - but you were faced with an impossible decision. Do you pick his future or your relationship?
Max had just won the championship. I had gone to congratulate him because after all our history, I owed him that much. His dream had become a reality - our dream. We hadn't spoken since that incident with my dad - Rocco Pirelli (the owner of Pirelli tyres - the ones used in F1).
"You heard me, Chi. Get on your knees. You don't make a champion beg." He smiled.
I bent down. I could see his bulge - it was just waiting for me. I pulled his race suit down and I was reunited with my old friend. He was bigger than I remembered.
And I started sucking. I could feel him pulsating in my mouth - I missed this.
"Chiara, you feel so good. Oh my god! Don't stop!"
I didn't want to stop. I knew I should - but I couldn't.
And he came.
He started kissing me and he picked me up. His lips felt so good. God I missed his tongue - he's always been a good kisser but now he's become better.
"Why did you make us stop this Chi? We were so good together. This is so good together."
"Max......"
"Chi, whatever you're going to say, can wait till later. Live in the moment. We'll talk about this later, but I want to celebrate the way we always planned. Are you okay with this?"
"You know my answer, Max - it's always been yes for me with you."
And he entered me. He felt so good.
"God, you're so wet. You don't know what you do to me, Chiara."
"Still?" It had been 3 years since we had been together.
"Always. You know it's always been you. You're the one I look for her at every podium and I know you know." Max said. It was true. That's why I never wanted to look up, but he just looked so good - drenched with Champagne with a hat with my name on it "PIRELLI"
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"Max, don't you want to go celebrate with the team."
"Chi, just stay with me. Please." He looked at me with his beautiful puppy dog green eyes.
I couldn't say no, but I promised my dad....
MAX
Why was she asking me such dumb things? All I wanted was her - well and a championship. Right now, I have both. Why would I ever want to leave?
She's always been the one who wanted to leave. Three years ago, I was ready to marry this girl - hell even now I'll marry her if she would just let me.
"Chiara, look at me." She was laying so peacefully on my chest.
She mumbles "Did I ever tell you how much I missed your abs?" and rubs her hand across them. I'm instantly hard.
"Chi, seriously, look at me." She sits right up.
"Emi, are you okay? What happened?" she asks worried. She's the only one who does and can call me Emi - at least she used to be. Emi's short for Emilian - my middle name.
"Oh, so I'm Emi again" I say smiling. She kisses the smile right off my face and asks me what happened.
"Am I good enough for you now Chiara? I won the championship for you, every post-win radio message was for you. Am I finally enough?"
CHIARA
I was about to burst out in tears. Max didn't think he was good enough for me? for all these years, that's what he thought? I can't believe it.
"Max Verstappen, you have always been good enough. In fact, much better than I deserve - championship or no championship. How do you not know that, my love?"
He froze and pulled back.
"Don't call me that if you don't mean it." he said.
"Max, you know I'll always love you."
"That's bullshit Chiara and you know it. If you loved me, we'd be together right now like we were meant to be. We would be married by now. But I just wasn't good enough for the Pirelli's, obviously. "
"Max, it's not like that." I said trying to hold back my tears.
"It's exactly that. I know it. No matter what I do, I'll never be enough. So how about you just leave Chiara - like you always do."
"That's not fair, Max."
"You leaving me like I was nothing wasn't fair either. We were together for 5 years. You were my everything, you know you still are, but I have to move on. I thought everything was going to work out tonight - I saw how you were looking at me too. You looked at me like how you used to look at me. But I guess I was wrong. Somethings never do change, huh? So, thank you very much for the fuck, Chiara Pirelli, and get the fuck out."
I couldn't even look at him. He couldn't look at me either. I wanted to hug him, kiss him and tell him everything - but I couldn't. Not like this, not today. So, I just left,
*a few months later*
IMESSAGE
CHIARA: Max pls pick up. I need to talk to you.
MAX: I'm busy
CHIARA: Pls Max pls
MAX: I don't want to hear anything from you. You said enough that night. That's all I needed.
CHIARA: MAX PLSSS
MAX: Chiara, I do not want to talk to you. Please don't make me block you.
CHIARA: Max just give me 10 mins to explain myself. You don't even have to speak to me pls just listen. I know you don't owe me anything but please.
MAX: Why don't you go speak to Charles? You had no problem cozying upto him. Anyways, a Ferrari boy is much better for the PIRELLI BRAND.
CHIARA: Fuck you
MAX: Don't worry, Chi. I have tons of others to do that to me.
