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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When I rise in the morning, Max is long gone. It's only eight am but the gym is on the other side of his room and lets just say the boys aren't being quiet getting their morning workouts in.
Unable to sleep any longer, I go to breakfast only to shockingly find I'm the last to the table.
All the girls are present, Carmen with her head buried into her laptop presumably already working and glasses on over her bikini saying, "I heard through the grapevine, you and Max mat have hooked up." The moment I sit.
"Through the grapevine?" I try to stay coy, but I blush as memories of last night come flooding back.
Carmen raises a glass, "This grape who has the room next door."
Oh shit, I'm really blushing now.
I'm dead to rights.
The grapevine as in they heard us. All eyes on me, there's no other option than confession "We did." A little smile plays on my lips.
The girls all cheer and clap as if I told them I'd won a trophy, us all giggling together under the sun. The boys turn their heads to us through the glass and Max gives me an all too knowing look. I shrug in return because hey, we're all on a boat together and it's not an easy spot for secrets.
"Finally." Amelia grins at me.
"How was it?" Elsa chips in, ready for the gossip.
The best fucking sex of my life, but I say instead "Insane. Better than I even imagined."
I'm glowing, happy to share the news. "So was our first time. Ruined me for all other men." Elsa sits back in her chair with a sigh.
"Same. I swear for months George kept me by just what he can do with his fingers." Carmen spills, and lunch takes a turn for the better.
"Better than Alonso?" Amelia breaks so news that leaves Carmen's mouth hanging open.
"What the fuck?" Elsa gasps.
"Don't judge... I'm just saying, the man know his way around a woman. I recommend him to anyone for a hall pass." Sitting back with a smirk as memories of our steamy night together come rushing back.
"Okay ladies, whose your hall pass? I have one for Harry Styles because... damn." Amelia confesses with a giggle.
"Wholeheartedly approve," Carmen nods to her "Mine is Roger Federer."
As in the tennis player? "Why can I totally see that?" We fall into giggle together because they dress so alike it's comical.
