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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The next eight days fly by at warp speed. Terrifyingly fast. Heartbreakingly fast. Mexico has not been my favorite country so far but that has far less to do with the country and far more to do with the people in my life.
I'm drowning in loneliness, surrounded by people all hours of the day. Like an itch I can't scratch for a plaster on my leg, it's torture.
I don't think I fully realized what an integral part of my life Max had become to quickly, so easily.
He won the race this weekend naturally.
The very first one we're apart for.
It makes me want to hit my head on the glass.
Not that it's make any difference.
So I don't and instead just peer down the long line of rain washed buildings ahead... my life is starting to feel like it is a damn music video.
At least looking off into the distance out the window listening to Lewis Capaldi as loud as my driver will turn it as the rain drops down the windows making the night city even harder to see it feels like it.
It's not a music video though, it's my life
My only life.
The only thought that had been running through my mind all day is, now what?
What happens now that Chad and I are well and truly through, would dad let me out of this gig?
What happens to all my new found friendships if I just quit and flee to New York?
Could I really live in the same city as Chad again?
Will people always look at me differently after the photos?
All the doubts swirling inside are starting to feel like someone is scraping a dull blade inside my chest and slicing my already ripped heart to jagged ribbons.
Even now I'm sat here thinking about that night in Monaco we spent on his boat talking about everything and nothing until we saw the sun rise.
Enough Cat, stern voice that is my head orders. Forget about him.
I really need to do that.
He cut things off between us.
Thinking about Max isn't good for my mental health right now. Not that it's easy to avoid due to the massive amount of press in our line of work. It took them less than a half day in the paddock to start asking questions about Max and I. Why we didn't arrive together and what is happening between us?
Yeah, no fucking comment from me there. We have hardly spoken since Japan but he did at least text to check in on my flight landing safety and my hotel arrival just like always.
