My biggest mistake

Chapter twenty-eight

Atlas

I wrap the white towel around my waist and get out of the steamy bathroom.

The sun is rising, its light brightening the whole room. I opened the curtains and the balcony door when I woke up. It got pretty hot last night.

Maeve ended up falling asleep in my arms while we were out on the balcony, so I carried her to our bed. I dressed her up with one of my shirts, thinking she might want some privacy. I couldn't stop thinking about her all night. She's so fucking beautiful, from her face to all her small but defined curves.

God, I can't get enough of her! If it were my choice I would've fucked her until the sun started to rise.

I walk over to the bed and look at her.

She's sleeping on her back with her arms crossed above her head, her hair spread against the pillow.

The covers are only covering her legs, stopping at her waist. The shirt she wears climbed up to her chest, leaving her stomach bare.

I reach out to her cheek and slowly caress it. She looks so peaceful.

"Maeve" I whisper, I hate waking her up, but my mother called before I got in the shower and said we need to come down to breakfast around eight

"Wake up, love," I say sitting down next to her and moving her a little.

Maeve lets out a small groan before opening her eyes.

"Good morning, my love!" I greet them with a smile. She looks at me confused and I can't help but fall even more in love with her.

"Leave me alone," she says in a raspy morning voice, turning on her side, her back facing me.

"We need to go eat"

"I'm not hungry" she speaks groaning and putting my pillow over her head.

I sneak my hands around her waist and jerk her body against mine.

"Come on, I know you're hungry"

"I'm not. I don't wanna eat," she says moving away from me to the other side of the bed.

I let out a groan standing up from the bed. I walk over to her legs and curl my fists around the end of the covers, with one move they are on the floor.

I try to avert my eyes from her beautiful naked legs, but it's fucking impossible.

"Give me the covers back" she shouts raising her head from beneath the pillow.

I say nothing, just stare into her eyes.

"Fuck you!" she shouts getting up from the bed with an annoyed look on her face.

"Already did that. Want round two?" I say with a smirk rising on my lips.

"I hate you" she states before entering the bathroom and not looking at me.

"You weren't saying that last night"

I hear a loud groan from behind the door and I can't help but chuckle. I love annoying her; she's so damn adorable and sexy when she's angry.

I walk over to my bag and take out a pair of shorts and a black hoodie. I'm not sure what are we going to do after breakfast. The race starts at two pm and we need to get there around one to make sure there are no complications with the tickets. We don't have tickets we have passes, since we're going to sit on the paddock right on top of the pit. We have access to the podium too. My father's company is international and he has connections with a lot of important people that work in Formula 1 and FIA.