Pretending | Max Verstappen

- 06 -

Zoe

1-2 was a great finish and the best one this season so far for us. After the podium and the team photo I had packed my things and went back at the hotel. Since Verstappen had interviews and I wanted to make myself ready I was leaving without him. 

Instead Lando was next to my when I left the paddock. His race ended early and he therefore was already done with the media stuff. As he was out and everybody knows that he was gay neither Raymond or Christian had said something to my connection to Lando.

"So what's the plan for tonight, next round of making Max jealous?"

I had to laugh at Landos question and the McLaren driver also couldn't take himself serious as we both knew that Verstappen would never be jealous of anyone or anything.

"If you mean by it that I would dress up again you are right. It was fun last time so I will do it again, he has nothing to do with it it's just for me."

"That's the way I like." Lando said before we parted and went to our hotel rooms.

The dark blue dress was already laying on my bed and I couldn't wait to put it on. At least Verstappen wouldn't be mad the the color tonight but for his win I would give him this little thing of wearing his color, like last time for Ferrari.

As soon as I finished my makeup and brushed my hair there was a knock on my door and I smiled while going to open. I already wanted o say something funny to Lando as I opened the door, but instead the Dutch was standing in front of me. He was also surprised for a moment before he started to speak.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah... Yeah I am ready, just let me get my phone." I stuttered as I hadn't expected him in front of my room.

While I turned around and went to the small table next to my bed I had to bite my lower lip. He was looking good, very good in his black polo shit and dark trousers. But the more important thing was, why was he here? As he could read my mind or was it because of my slow movements he said something again.

"There are many cameras outside and Raymond said it would be better if we leave together."

Raymond, of course it wasn't his idea, how should it be I mean Verstappen didn't cared about all of this. If it wasn't for his manager or Christian he would probably had forgotten about all of this weeks ago, because he clearly didn't pay attention to me.

I sighed and said something like "Let's do this." before grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the elevator. He was right at least with the cameras as thousand of them were in front of the hotel. Of course we had a taxi but until we got there millions of pictures of us were taken. It was Miami and like the race was also the party of great media interest.

"Just please behave tonight, there are cameras everywhere it's not like in Baku. We can't blow the cover."

I had to laugh as he said these words sitting next to me. Since when was he caring about our cover and the relationship in general.

"Behave? I did nothing wrong, you are the one giving a shit about this whole thing. You never look at me or say a nice word, when someone is blowing the cover it's you." I said in anger before opening the door as the taxi arrived at the location.

Without giving him a opportunity to answer I walked pass the cameras towards the front door. Verstappen was shocked at my words for a moment before he jumped out of the car and ran behind me. I knew he felt the urge to shout after me but since there where hundreds of cameras he kept his mouth shut and just took my hand again.

"Hello boys." I said smiling at the drivers who already sat at the couches in the back of the club.

I noticed how close Carlos and Lando were sitting and therefore gave Charles a meaningful look, which he only returned with a wink.