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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The next morning I'm not even an hour into a breakfast meeting, the only women present at that when my phone buzzes about an unexpected call from Ally. Did Max tell her about last night? Surely not but maybe Jos called? Either way I'd do anything for a second away from this boring kiss ass event, so despite my fathers disapproving eyes I apologize and take the call, stepping away from the conversation and out into the hallway of the ritzy hotel we're being hosted at.
To be fair I'm feeling ripe, ready to take my anger out on someone, anyone who crosses my path the wrong way today. The last thing I want to do right now is talk about formula one, or be reminded of Max.
Max.
As if I can think of anything else.
The second I left Red Bull yesterday I went straight to my hotel, hiding in my hotel room until this mornings calendar alert forced me out. I needed the time alone. Usually I'd spend time so wound up writing but with my manuscript already is awaiting review so my fingers are forced still.
My mind can't be.
I needed the time alone to think, to weigh the consequences of my choices. All night long I debated... still I'm undecided. I don't know if anyone ever really feels ready to make weigh the decisions of your future with an important one hanging in the balance.
So yeah, it was a rough night to say the least. Rough day really.
Luckily this is a smaller Ashton only event that runs no chance of hosting Mr. Verstappen, mostly just sponsors and VIP's for the weekend.
These kind of smoozing events are Dad's fucking favorite. Personally I could think of a hundred better ways to spend a morning. Sleeping in. Eating breakfast with friends. Working out even. But I'm not doing any of those things. Nope, because I'm too busy kissing ass for the family.
Lance can't be torn away from the waffles, so it's been largely up to me to be Dad's sidekick. So far I've smiled while dodging two comments about my legs, and three about being single.
It's tiring being a woman sometimes.
"Cat?" She answers first, the tone of her voice alone panicked enough to strike me with anxiety. She's only just gone to university, out on her own and away from Jos again. We've been talking daily because it's still love island season so I know she's been loving her new dorm, friends and classes so far. She's been dating a new guy Dylan whose finally got her mind off that man whose name ends with an o that we won't dare mention. He's an american, six five, a chemistry genius apparently.
"Ally, you okay?" I was hoping to see her this week while we're both in England.
"No," She chokes out tears hard enough to stop me in my tracks, she's breathing so fast she can't be but thirty seconds from a full on panic attack so I interrupt her, "What do you see around you?" Trying to distract her from what she's freaking out about and make things small for a second.
