Circuit of Evil [Formula 1]

1 grow up

⚠️❕Trigger warning: this story contains drugs, alcohol, violence & sex
I took a sip from the champagne as I watched the f1 cars flew by. I leaned over the handrail and looked down at the pit lane. The red bull racing car pulled into the pits. I leaned back and enjoyed the midday sun shinging in my face.
'Hey princes.' A man said. He had a Eastern European accent. He positioned himself next to me and looked down. The man had a red rose tattooed on his hand he then leaned sideways and met my gaze. 'You've a lovely dress.' He said with a smile on his face. I leaned towards him and touched his wine glass with mine. He licked his lips as he took a sip. 'You're not much of talker are you?' He asked me. 'I've nothing to say.' I replied. He grinned and then looked away.
'You're alone?' He asked carefully. I ignored him and kept looking down. 'So?' He said with coercively tone.
I pointed at the Red Bull pit box, 'see that man there with the headset?' I asked him.
The man looked at where I pointed to. 'Yeah?'
'Christian Horner is my dad.' I said to him. And turned around to walk off. I made my way to the bar and couldn't resist having an aperol spritz. The bartender nodded at me and he prepared my drink. When he poured the prosecco into a glass. I could see his muscles. He noticed me staring at him and he winked. He finished my drink and he shoved it towards me. He then tilted his head slightly and looked at the eastern european man. 'Was he bothering you?' I shook my head and then grabbed the glass. 'He can't do anything to me.' I assured him. The bartender lifted his finger up, to warn me. 'Miss. Horner. Rich men always belief they can do anything they want. They're dangerous.' He said with a concerned gaze. I sucked on the straw and then shrugged at him. 'I'll be fine.' I assured him.

I took a seat at the bar as I watched him shake a cocktail bottle. The race was finished and I waited for him to end his shift. He took me to the staff room. He pushed me against the wall and he lifted my dress over my head. I kissed him and ran my hands through his hair. He took off his shirt and continued kissing me. I unbuckled his belt and he watched me when I slowly pulled his jeans down. 'Maddy!' Someone shouted at us. We both froze and I saw Max standing in the doorway. He walked over to us and pushed Manuel away from me. 'Do you Always have to ruin everything for me?' I growled at Max. He threw me my clothes. 'You're not a whore. So don't act like one.' Max snapped at me. I got dressed and apolgised for my behaviour to Max. He walked me outsiide to the paddock. 'You shouldn't waste your career like that.' Max mumbled next to me. 'You mean my dad's career.' I replied. Max rolled with his eyes and then sighed. 'Eventually you will take over your father's business, you've to take responsibilities.' I sighed loudly. 'I don't want to be like my dad!' I snapped at him. Max walked around me and held his hands on my shoulder. 'Your slutty days are over. It's time to grow up. You'll turn 18 this week so prepare yourself.' He said to me. He let go off me and I followed him to my dad. 'besides how many times you've had sex?' He asked me. 'Why are you asking me that?' I asked him. 'Come on you're a sister to me. We tell each other our secrets.'  He punched me against my shoulder. 'Just one.' Max laughed and then counted his fingers. 'I lost count since I am with Kelly.' He smirked. I laughed at him. 'You're pathetic.'