False God

Chapter Eleven

Some important points: There will be no pandemic in this story. I don't remember when Charles and Charlotte started dating and I don't care enough to look for. About the 2020 calendar I will change some things, but they are small things, nothing too important.

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2020

Max POV

After we had sex for the first time, it was like we were teenagers discovering sex, any opportunity we had in the few days before starting the second part of the tests we were meeting, I don't know if I will ever get tired of the feeling that the words Lewis says while fucking me cause me, the way he looks at me, the way he holds my hips or the way he kisses me full of desire.

The second part of the pre-season tests started today and my father came to check my performance and the car's performance closely, he thinks Lewis will win again, that's what everyone thinks, better car and better driver, only a disaster would take away his title. But my father thinks this doesn't mean that he is resigned, he's sure that I can finish the championship in second place. For my father, Valtteri is not talented enough, and although I have an inferior car, it's my duty to beat him.

With my father here, meeting with Lewis became an impossible task, if my father could not even suspect the possibility that I was seeing men, he could not even dream of the possibility that this man was a driver. Besides, it's not only Lewis that I cannot meet, my father never liked my friendship with Charles, especially in the beginning because, according to him, Charles was too affectionate, and this would not be acceptable behavior for a "real man".

What softened his dislike for Charles a bit over the years, was the fact that Charles was always dating a girl, my father thought that by going out with Charles I would learn to date girls too. What he doesn't know is that since Charles discovered my sexuality, he has been trying to find a boyfriend for me, which I deeply hate.

But since last year, when Charles and I started battling more often on the track, my father's anger towards Charles seems to have returned, so all the company I have is my father who at this very moment is talking about my acceleration statistics on the exit of the corner and how I am doing it wrong.

-You're not listening to me, Max. -My father suddenly shouts.

-I swear I'm listening, dad. -I say.

-It's not, damn it, I can't believe you're making a simple mistake, this is a rookie mistake. -He says and I see him starting to turn red with anger.

-I'm sorry, I'll do better tomorrow. -I say, trying to calm him down.

-Of course you will, you idiot. The team needs these statistics, so you'll do your fucking job right. -He says.

-I know.

-It doesn't look like it, if you knew, you wouldn't be partying with your "friends". -He says.

-They are my friends, and it was only one day, I spent the whole vacation without seeing them, I was 100% focused, you're being unfair. -I say it and have barely finished saying the last word when he grabs my arm.

-Don't answer me this way, I know what is best for you, they are not your friends, they are your rivals. I still don't know what you did to get two of the greatest champions of all time to hang out with you and that idiot you call a friend. But I hope you are on your best behavior Max, don't embarrass me, don't let your filthy habits stain your career. Do you understand? -I feel his nails digging into my skin and I know that I'll have marks.