Pretending | Max Verstappen

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Zoe

The bar was a very dark place with round seating niches on the sides. There was a large bar in the middle, and the dim lighting and upholstered seating made everything look very elegant and chic. A man greeted us at the door and then led us towards a small table in the back.

As many people were already here Verstappen laid his arm around my waist while guiding me through the crowd. At first I didn't recognized it only as we reached the table and he took it away a sudden cold went over my body.

"What would you like to drink?"

Stunned, I looked up at the Dutch, still confused by the fact that I had found his touch normal and didn't felt it. He raised his eyebrow and I saw the waiter standing in front of our table but no word was coming out of my mouth.

"Äh yeah... äh... same as you." I stuttered and the waiter left while Verstappen had to grin.

"Am I really distracting you that much?" he asked wryly, but slid a little closer towards me in our padded booth.

Suddenly I was nervous but didn't know why. But after I took the first sip of my drink and felt the alcohol I was back in the game and tried to ignore my other feelings.

"Not really honey, you bore me more." I said with an innocent look and took another sip.

I knew how much the honey word messed with his functions and I therefore saw it as a kind of joker for me. Once again he cleared his throat and breathed deeply before taking another sip. It seemed like Verstappen ignored my comment which annoyed me even more. 

If this wasn't a real date, at least I wanted to have fun annoying him, but therefore he needed to say something. I rolled my eyes and leaned back while looking around the bar, as good as it was possible from our niche.

"When can we go back to the hotel?" I asked while still looking towards the bar.

"Not even one drink and you're already asking me if I want to go to the hotel with you." Verstappen whispered to me and suddenly he was sitting closer than before.

Okay, know it seemed like he was over his shock and playing the game again, well, I was also never on the outside so his little comment was nothing for me.

"There's no rush, I mean we can do it here too if you want." I whispered and without thinking laid my hand on his thigh.

He tensed up quickly and a soft gasp escaped his throat. We now sat very close in the small niche together but I didn't mind. I din't know why but liked him close to me, especially when I was messing with him and he couldn't say bad words towards me.

"Graham, what are you doing?" he stammered while I let my hand wander a little higher towards his waistband.

"Nothing. Just playing the game and I think you're losing."

I laughed while taking my hand off him again to grab my drink. When I did that, it lightly touched his slight bump between his legs and I caught my breath for a moment. Where did this courage and this self-confidence come from? I didn't know, but his condition gave me a sense of victory and I knew I was getting closer and closer to my goal of getting rid of him.

While sipping on my drink I leaned forward against the table and let my view wander around once again. Suddenly I felt an arm, his arm, around my waist and he pulled my closer.

"I. Never. Lose." he whispered in my ear and I got goosebumps.

His hot breath didn't leave my skin after that instead he laid his lips on my bare neck. I gasped in surprise and I felt how he had to grin about it.