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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In the morning, he's gone. A note on his pillow with no name scribbling in near illegible scratch "The best night that never happened. X"
X marks the spot where most people would leave their name. It's very him and the note brings a smile to my face, contended and warm after a well spent sleepless night.
A hell of a lot better than most of my life's carousel of sleepless nights lately at least.
By the time I make it above deck, Alonso has made everyone his signature bloody mary's that are apparently the cure to Amelia's hangover and half the extra guests left over on the boat.
Nobody asks why he's here, but he smirks at me the moment I come over dock.
Charles breezes past me so we fall into the kitchen table chairs together "Ah, rekindling where it all started?" He asks with a smile on his lips.
"You want a drink?" Fernando hollars in my direction, so I give up a thumbs up yes.
"Okay, what the hell is going on?" Carmen asks from the corner of her mouth, pen on the other side as she works over her laptop.
"What are you talking about?" I adjust my bikini bottoms and angle my body away from Max hoping to block out of what I'm sure will be a conversation about Alonso lead by a confused Charles.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He points at me. Amelia gasps. It's only the four of us scattered around the table, and thank fuck for it since all three them are suddenly looking at my neck all at once. "Oh shit, you have a hickey." Carmen exhale.
Oh fuck, I do?!
That's what I get for last night.
And not looking in the mirror this morning.
What am I, an amateur?
Beside me Amelia pokes me in the boob. "Did something happen between you and Max last night?" Oh does she mean other than him avoiding me most of the day like the plague on water? Speak of the devil, he starts to approach us in the corner of my eye. Now this is a conversation I should wrap up before he arrives for sure.
"No." I shake my head, the truth on the tip of my tongue but I haven't above deck long enough to know who all could be overhearing me so I think twice. "I mean . . ." I think about it and then shake my head. "I shouldn't talk about it now."
"Wait-" Amelia sits a little taller. "Did you fuck - you did!" Changing her word mid sentence when my face is enough of an answer for her.
My smirk says enough for her the entire table to burst into cackles together. "Oh my god, be cool." Tipping back my chair to look toward the sky while I pinch my nose in mock annoyance. Really it's just fun to laugh with my friends.
I'm convinced there's no better way to start a day.
"Oh God, something did happen?" Charles is the last to figure out, only making Amelia roar louder as she clutches her chest.
