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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Before there's even time to process what's happening, I blink.
Its really days but they pass so terribly quick it feels more like a blink and here is Max right before my eyes, about to win another fucking world championship. Of course it took longer than a blink's time worth but the days have passed with such lightening speed and my heart pounding so loudly in my chest I can't be bothered with the details of lying to my boyfriend to hid my pregnancy symptoms, because there's been far too many these last few days.
No time to think about that right now.
Right now is about Max winning.
My adrenaline is through the roof just watching on the screen so I can't imagine how he feels in the car.
Watching him cross the line feel surreal.
Max's victory cheers sound on the loudspeaker for the entire course to hear, full of enough emotion to bring tears to my eyes as we twist and turn through the throng of bodies to reach the center of crowd and see Max's podium with the Red Bull Team.
Christian hasn't cried tears of joy yet, but Helmut has.
By the time I manage to shove my way through Max is pulling in, slowing his car to park in the P1 spot. When he pauses to wipe his tears before getting out of his car my whole being longs to hug him, which has to wait.
Not long though, Max hugs Christian first and then turns toward me, biggest smile I've ever seen on his face. "Holy shit Max! You did it!" Crying as he pulls me into him despite the barriers separating us best he can.
"Unreal. We fucking did it!"Max reveals, bringing me closer to his chest as he presses a kiss to my head. "I'm so proud of you Max!" Planting a kiss on him before he's pulled away for podium progressions, no matter because there's a thousand kisses waiting for us still when we get home. "Thank you, I love you!" He promises, leaving as soon as the words escape his mouth.
Standing up at him on the podium, there's nothing really nothing like it.
It's truly surreal.
He's given everything he has to this dream.
A lifetime of blood, sweet and tears for this.
Worth it all once more today.
Damn, what a hell of a man.
Usually after a win, Max is buzzing with so much energy he wants to drive us, today being no exception. We've been celebrating his win for hours now, and will for weeks to come. After all the garage photographs we managed to squeeze in our hotel room for a shower, change and quick fuck before leaving to head for the club our friends are at, "World Fucking Champion, wow." I grin to my boyfriend in awe as he puts the car in drive and then places his hand on my thigh. "You're a badass, Maxy."
