Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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"Thanks for the heads up." My voice drips with sarcasm, sitting back to look at my brother. It's not his fault but I'm still positively steaming.
"I only had an hour," He shrugs and pays the bill with the carelessness of someone whose entire life didn't just get changed over eggs "If you'd have broken up with him he wouldn't have forced you."
"Please," I roll my eyes "This isn't about Chad. It's about the press."
We both know our Dad better than that. He was more business man than father, always had been. I don't fault him for it because it gave us independence from a young age and to be fair he just approached parenting like he approached everything in life.
And bad press is always bad for business.
Lance doesn't argue, "Want a ride?" Instead offering a little olive branch.
"Sure." I cave as well, falling into step with him. There's nothing either of us could have done, heads up or not. And a massive upside will be spending more time with Lance at least.
Lance drives me to my hotel, promising to introduce to his friends and that this will be a fun change of pace. And for him I don't doubt it will be. He's loved racing for as long as I can remember and his eyes literally light up as he talks about the changes this year and how amazing it will all be.
A girl can only hope.
By the time nightfall rolls around I'm fully antsy and tired of being cooped up in my hotel room.
After Lance dropped me off I immediately set to work studying and brushing up on all things formula one, as a bit of a perfectionist there's no way I want to fail at this role.
Even if it's not what I wanted.
Not to mention the major chaos that is getting my things shipped here before I have to start traveling. They leave for Bahrain in only three days so there's no time to return home.
But the worst of it all is Chad can't be bothered to answer is fucking phone.
Today is absolute shit.
There's only one way to cap this day off so I head downstairs for a nightcap. Nervous energy reverberates throughout me the whole ride down.
I fucking wish I knew more people in this town. I'd love to go out and dance the nerves off. One glance tells me the hotel bar is devoid of people minus the bartender and there's no way I want to sit in there staring silently at each other.
