Anti-hero ~ Max Verstappen

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Max's POV

-Avery, someone's knocking on the door.- I wisper to her, the pounding on the door having woken me up.

She just let out something like a growl and buried her head deeper into my neck.

-I'm Marie, can I come in?- I hear from the other side.

-Zonneschijn.

-Need sleep...to win.- she mumbles, inmediately letting her head fall back down into the pillow.

-You're lucky you're cute- I say leaving a kiss on her forehead.

I manage to detach myself from her and slip out of the bed. I approached the door and I open it rubbing my eyes trying to get the sleep out of me.

On the other side of the door was the blonde, already perfectly dressed from head to toe and typing things on her ipad. What time will she wake up so she can already be so awake?

She looked up from the screen and looked at me from head to toe with a raised eyebrow. Do I look so bad just woken up?

-Damn, why are you all so fit?- she blurted out- Is she awake?

-Just come in.- I sigh, opening the door wider and picking up my shirt from a chair.

-Is she still jetlagged?- I look at Avery who has pulled the sheet up to her chin and has covered her head with my pillow.

-She'll get over it, you might have to put caffeine in her veins but she'll get over it.- I sit on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes and I notice how Ave throws a pillow at me but doesn't hit me.

-I heard you.- she grunted- I'm awake.

-Well get up if you're so awake.- She scrunches her nose and covers her eyes with her forearm, I turn to Marie to address her now-I'll leave the hard work to you, let's see if I can start the day early without having to bribe her out of bed for once.

-Love you- Avery said with a yawn- Drive fast.

-Love you too- I bend down once more to leave a kiss on her lips that she returns with a smile.- I will try my best.

-Don't drive faster than me.- she said with a grin, now looking more awake than before.

-I can't promise you anything.

I leave her room and head towards mine so I can put on my clothes for the day. Today would be a busy day, race Sundays in the United States being increasingly packed with preracing activities in recent years.

I have breakfast with GP while he briefs me on what to expect in today's race. I had managed to recover the distance with Avery placing me only five points behind her. So the goal for the weekend will be to win the race no matter what to regain the lead for the season.

Arriving at the circuits I do the usual greeting to the fans while I make my way to my garage.

-Hey! Christian wanted to see you in the boardroom, he said it was urgent.- Checo said once he saw me enter the garage. He already had his racing suit tied around his waist.