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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Vodka.
All the vodka.
After what just transpired, I'm in need of a lot of vodka. It's been a hell of a week between Chad and Max and Ally and just all the things. I've been in three countries in three days, so yeah.
Or maybe it's just the vodka. But Max isn't at the party tonight... probably because he didn't score high enough to win the championship. Shame too because I wore one hell of an outfit after bringing back some of my new york wardrobe. Not that it really matters because racing means everything to him, not to mention Ally is sharing a suite with him so he doesn't get to party all weekend or soak up the free bars like I do.
He has a job to do.
Unlike me who is recently unemployed.
Come to think of it, I have been writing a bunch lately so maybe I'm not that unemployed at all. I need to email my old agent when I sober up, so I set myself a reminder in the car back to my hotel. What am I though is still shocked my Dad didn't even bat an eye to my quitting... kind of makes me wish I had done it sooner.
Hey, we all have regrets.
Ally possibly a few more after tonight because I categorically saw her sneaking off with today's unexpected race winner, the home boy Lando Norris. I'm not one to judge so I pretended to see nothing, and called my lonely ass some car service.
I'm quite drunk and horny tonight to be going home so alone and so early. That's just how the dice have been rolling for me lately I guess. Still, I can't help thinking about how Max told me to call him when I masturbate next... Wonder if that still counts?
We've been fighting.
We agreed we're... apart now. We have agreed on it so many times. As recently as this week.
Yet I can't stay away.
Debating it the whole way up until I'm getting into the shower, a little wet just from thinking about it so damn much.
So I call.
Each ring of the FaceTime feels like it takes an hour so I distract myself by turning on the shower water as it rings from its propped up location against the mirror. When he answers I'm still by the shower, robe slipping just enough off my shoulder in the process he knows exactly why I called judging by the look on his face.
A look of lust I've seen from him so many times. So little of them being lately.
He clears his throat, "Cat?"
The strain in his voice tells me he's immediately into it.
Good.
This was a little reckless... calling not knowing where he is tonight or if he's alone. Two things he is by the looks of it despite sharing a suite with his sister since we picked her up. Walking towards my phone again I drop the last of my robe under his watchful gaze until he groans at the sight of me completely naked.
