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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My mind is elsewhere when I walk into this weekends party on Chad's arm.
It's on the man whose been haunting my dreams the last few weeks. And how he's going to react to this. It's all I could think about today. Lance podiumed and the whole time I was watching the race, handling the press and working the red bull driver was in the back of my mind. This moment was.
Damn it, I could kick myself for not telling him sooner.
If I'm totally honest with myself I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to know. I wanted Max to want me.
And he never asked.
But the last few weeks have only backed up the first night we met. Max isn't interested in me that way, the way Chad is. If these sparks are real I'm clearly the only one feeling them.
Steeling my reserve, I tug Chad towards the bar. Tonight calls for all the vodka. There's a chance Max actually knows about him already anyways if he's taken the time to check my instagram or google me.
And who doesn't do that?
Men. Men don't do that.
Amelia and Max find us there, me half listening to Chad ramble about the parties I've been missing and staring at my glass.
"So, is this the lucky man?" Amelia oozes charm, stepping into our conversation smooth as butter. Or lack there of for that matter, Chad hasn't stopped rambling about the finance markets since we got here. I used to think listening to him drown on about it was so interesting but tonight it just feels tiring.
"This is Chad," I introduce them all stiffly. Max is looking at me with pursed lips as if I sprouted a third arm instead of a boyfriend from out of nowhere.
My heart sinks all the way to my toes.
I hope he's not going to be pissed at me.
He reacts as ever the gentleman, shaking hands. "How do you know each other?"
Oh yeah, that.
"We're dating," There's no hint of pride in Chad's voice, his tone cold if anything and I wish the floor would swallow me up. That would surely be better than this conversation. Anything would be better. Max looks at the group of us like he's seen a ghost. "So, are you guys fucking?"
Amelia stiffens beside me.
My head jerks back to Chad and I nearly spit out my expresso martini at his words.
I would think I'm hallucinating if Max wasn't raising an eyebrow at the same time.
"I wish." Amelia recovers with a wink in my direction, trying to make a joke out of the situation as if he was talking to her rather than Max.
I could kiss her for it, truly. My heart is in my throat but somehow I manage to force out a strained laugh.
Surprisingly, he doesn't budge. "Not you. I've seen the pictures."
