Pretending | Max Verstappen

- 07 -

Zoe

The picture had been sent hours ago. With a filter I changed Landos hair color to black and with that it was perfect. It was selfie of me in bed, with him on top of me. Only the lower half of my face was visible and my chest which was covered by Landos head and hair so minimal naked skin was shown.

I was a little bit uncomfortable with sending out such a picture but I wasn't 100% recognizable and there was hardly any bare skin to be seen. Landos face was hidden so it looked like I really took someone from the club home.

Now it was a quarter past four and I was thirsty. My alarm would go off in less than two hours but I needed something to drink now. Unfortunately I hadn't took something with me the evening before and all my bottles were empty. As I knew the reception has open 24h I quickly changed into something acceptable and grabbed the key card.

The corridor was dark and only the exit light was shining the way towards the elevator. With a Bing the door opened and I quickly stepped in. One minute later I was in the lobby and made my way directly to the reception, where an older woman was sitting and reading a book. I asked for a water bottle and she gave one over the desk before wishing me a good night.

When I turned around to go back to the elevator I noticed someone in the corner of the lobby, a man. When I went in that direction I recognized that it was Verstappen. He also saw me and was a bit confused but than rolled annoyed his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

"Working. What are you doing here, doesn't he last the whole night and are you already finish?"

The certain undertone in his voice let me feel anger again and I remembered the picture I had sent him a couple of hours ago.

"Having sex all night is so exhausting, we needed some refreshment."I countered and held up the bottle.

For a moment he was taken aback, apparently he hadn't expected such an answer. Than he laughed and quickly looked around as a woman was coming over and also taking a seat. She looked like a prostitute waiting for a taxi after finishing a client. Verstappen noticed that too and throw a challenging look at me.

"Actually I was waiting for Lizzy here. Now that she arrived we can go to my room and have the most amazing sex."

While I laughed about his clear joke he stood up and my gaze froze as he walked over to the woman. My jaw dropped when he leaned down to her and kissed her, on the lips. She seemed surprised at first but then shrugged her shoulders and stood up as Verstappen offered her a hand.

It was clear for me that he hadn't called her and it was a coincidence but I couldn't believe how cunning Verstappen can be. It didn't bother me that he would have sex with her, just the fact that he cared so little about such an intimate moment that he would just take anyone. As the Dutch was next to me, the whore still on his hand he looked me deep into the eyes and that would have had held for a moment when the woman hadn't opened her mouth.

"Threesome costs extra." was all she said while looking at my body.

All I could do was laugh at her comment but she was serious about it and also Verstappen had to grin.

"Definitely not, I will go back to my room thanks for the invite." I said and turned around to leave.

"You should bring your guy too, I will pay for it." Verstappen shouted after me and once again I just showed him the finger before disappearing around the corner.

Although I was used to it by now, he managed to make me incandescent every time. His way of talking and the taunting comments about how I looked or behaved just upset me. This was also the reason why I couldn't fell asleep after returning to my room. In my head was the image of him fucking the prostitute and it somehow bothered me.

He should be the one thinking that I am sleeping with someone else not the other way around. It was not even that I can be sure that he just meant it as a joke. As straight forward as he was he probably was sleeping with the woman for real and that was my problem. maybe I also had to do something for real, maybe I would feel better after it.

Now and over the last few weeks I had noticed how I changed, how my thinking and behavior changed and it was all Verstappens fault. Normally I would have never faked a picture of having sex with someone, normally the thought of it would not even appear in my mind but here I am. Laying awake in my bed after sending Verstappen such a picture. After he disappeared with a whore and was now fucking her probably.

With these thoughts and one of my revenge plan the hours went by and suddenly my alarm went off. When I stood up to get dressed and to pack my things I felt a bit dizzy and my stomach hurt. Quickly I ran over to the toilet and there I threw up. Maybe my dinner yesterday wasn't that great I thought before cleaning my mouth and starting to pack.

During the next half an hour my condition wasn't getting any better and when we met downstairs in the lobby i felt miserable. I didn't even look at Verstappen until we were sitting in the private plane that would bring us home. He looked at me and had to grin. Before he could say anything I had to ran to the toilet and throw up again.

"Has he got you pregnant yet?" the Dutch asked and Christian looked up curious.

I didn't have the strength for a cheeky answer and I just got up and sat down in another seat, in the back row, which was normally never used. From the front I could hear muffled voices and I was sure Verstappen would tell the story from my guy and tonight but I didn't care. I was just feeling bad and wanted nothing more than to be home in my bed.

Suddenly I was getting cold and even started to shiver but I was to tired and weak to stand up and look for a blanket. I probably had fever but at the moment I didn't care I just wanted some sleep and therefore closed my eyes. As I was laying on the two seats it was semi comfortable and I was happy because it was still a plane.

I was nearly asleep when I felt a person in front of me put I was to tired to open my eyes.

"Are you cold? Oh yeah it looks like you are, here." he said and without waiting for an answer he placed the blanket carefully over my body.

I wanted to say something but was just too tired and therefore only ask in my mind why Verstappen cared for me for once. Why was he bringing me a blanket and that without a bad comment. Maybe Raymond and Christian told him to and maybe they are watching him right now, yeah that it must be.

With that certainty I fell asleep.