Pretending | Max Verstappen

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Zoe

It was race week in Austria. Luckily Christian agreed on me working from Milton Keyes the last two races because I said I needed some time at one place without traveling so much. The real reason were my feelings.

After we had slit up that night in Monaco I went down again for a little walk since I had not been able to fall asleep and when I arrived in the lobby I had to stop. Verstappen was sitting there with his ex girlfriend on his lap.

The one who was yelling at him hours before at the bar. I couldn't believe what i saw as she was leaning closer towards him. I had quickly left before I could have seen too much, but what was he doing.

I wasn't jealous, for sure not because that had to mean I like him what I definitely didn't do. But touching and flirting with me and then making out with his ex wasn't quite the right way. Something inside me was messed up and I wasn't quite sure what it was. Therefore this little break from the site was the right thing to do and Verstappen didn't bothered as always, why would he.

Now it was Thursday and after the media stuff there was an sponsor event where Verstappen had to take part so I was also there with Christian, Raymond and some other members of the RedBull.

From behind the stage I could see how he flirted with the female speaker and I was angry. I was here with him as his girlfriend and he was acting like he was single. Okay the last months it didn't bothered me but recently something was different. Every time he was ignoring me gave me a stitch in my heart and I was angry about that.

Why was I feeling such things for him and why did it bother me that he's speaking to other women? Maybe I started to like him. No, definitely not. I wanted to ban this thought out of my head but unfortunately it stuck there until the end of the interview.

When Verstappen came behind the stage he was still talking and laughing with the woman, he even had an arm around her waist to guide her through the people here. Immediately I felt his arm around my waist again, from the night in Monaco. It felt so good, so normal like it belonged there.

"Hey, are you also working for the RedBull Racing Team?" suddenly a random man asked me and stepped towards me.

He smiled at me and was about my age so I took my look away from Verstappen.

"Yeah, I am their data analyst."

"Wow impressive. I wouldn't have guessed that."

My attention went to the man in front of me completely when he said that.

"Why, because I look to dump for that?" I asked and raised an eyebrow.

Recently I used my contact lenses instead of my glassed and also put on a bit of make up, I just felt more comfortable with it. Therefore I looked more like a dump girl instead of a smart woman.

"No, I didn't mean that. You look smart and more than beautiful."

My cheeks heat up as he said that and I smiled at him. As I didn't say anything, the man in front of me, it said Alex on the shied on his chest, stumbled something.

"Do you... Maybe... Want to get a coffee with me?"

Surprised by his question I quickly looked over to Verstappen who was standing alone in the corridor just a couple of meters away. No other person was seen so my mind came up with an idea and before I could decide what to do I grabbed Alex face and laid my lips on his.

Before he could respond the kiss I broke away. Alex seemed clearly surprised by my move but started to grin. Without a word he took a pen out and wrote his number on my arm. After that he winked at me and disappeared around the corner.