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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After what happened during the FIA gala, I did not want to leave my hotel.
So anytime possible I've holed away in the Ritz, hiding from the press that have started asking me questions when Lance does his rounds since Max hitting Chad is literally plastered on every fucking media outlet possible.
It's the talk of the town.
Hell, the country.
So yeah, I won't be commenting.
By some miracle neither has Chad. Turns out there is a little luck left in me yet, I suppose. My Dad is also so fucking livid he'll only speak to me via text so you could say there is a little silver in every rain cloud.
Tonight is hosted by Amelia and Charles, so I have to make an appearance. Amelia sent me flowers with chocolates after what happened at the gala and nobody has put pressure on me.
They all understand what it's like to have shit happen in the public eye.
Given I showed up as dinner was literally needing and pretended I got the time wrong, I think I'm doing alright at this ripping off the bandaid shit. We're all back at Charles boat now and it's a smaller crew which makes me simultaneously less and more comfortable
Because he's here.
We haven't talked since last night, and now we're within fifty feet of each other trapped on the water.
So yeah, I'm trying to drown the temptation I feel anytime he looks my way.
It's so soon.
Too soon and I fucking need to stop imagining things. But it's impossible to get the thoughts out of my head of how he goes down on a woman.
Even though I'm single now, I know I shouldn't be looking at my friend like that. I shouldn't be having these thoughts, so if I have to use alcohol to help me subdue them, then I will.
It's only been three days.
Three.
My heart is screaming at me to go for it. I can't, my head wins over.
Plus the press is having a damn field day between Max punching Chad and the pictures of us dancing together.
This sure as hell isn't the time for that.
He looks over his shoulder, catching my eye and I swear a shiver shoots through me.
"Can you two stop making out? Honestly." I sigh to Charles and Amelia.
