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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Morning tugs me awake and as I blink away the evenings confusion, I scan a room that is categorically not mine.
Fuck.
What did I do last night?
I remember dancing with Max... and that's the last of it.
Oh my god.
Did I go home with someone?
My stomach swirls with nerves and I suddenly notice the sound of running shower water from behind me.
I'm not alone.
My dress is across the room, draped over a chair. By some gift of fate my phone is right next to me and not quite dead yet, enough juice to tell me I still have nearly five hours before the flight to Canada. Thank goodness. I'm so hungry and nowhere close to packed.
Wait, this hotel robe feels just like mine.
Oh shit - it is categorically the same.
So I made it back to my hotel but not my room? Nice job Cat.
Chad would not be pleased.
If he knew. I'm still in last nights underwear under this robe so the chances are nothing out of bounds happened. A miracle with how I was feeling last night... I was near ready to blow my whole life up to keep the weight of it from crushing me instead.
Maybe I still am.
I don't know.
This relationship isn't working anymore, that I know for sure. But Chad doesn't have family in America. What will happen to him in this state if I'm not there? I'd never forgive myself if something happened to him. I'd feel responsible.
But what am I to do?
I can't force him to quit. Can't make him see the logic in rehab. He swore to be up and down he had but last night... I know he hasn't.
He's not getting help.
He's not stopping.
Maybe I'll have to. He's backing me into a corner and my options... are limited. Part of me doesn't want to leave him because of my families pressure to do so. I don't want to see their smug faces. And part of me hopes this is just the worst of it, that it'll blow over with time.
My pro and con list is near even.
The shower water shuts off, reminding me I'm not in my room nor alone.
Oops.
I've been wasting away in bed, lost in my own head when I should have been scrambling to get ready and slip out. No slipping out now.
"Hello?" I call out, feeling too timid to walk over and see who I'm in the room with. I guess if they were going to murder me they already would have, so that's a little positive.
