"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
♬ ❝ We've been doin' all this late night talking 'Bout anythin' you want until the morning Now you're in my life; I can't get you off my mind ❞ ♬
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»»———— ★ ————«« 35 days until summer break Monday - Week of Canadian Grand Prix - Monaco
"I hate that we will have a 6 hours difference," Max pouted. "When will I see you again?"
His smile across my screen lit up a warmth in my chest, and I smiled back, "I hate it too, and I think it will be after the weekend. Are you leaving tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, I am leaving in about 30 minutes."
I couldn't really hide my disappointment, but I nodded understandingly, "I wish I could join you."
"You should've taken me up to my offer in the UK," Max's lips curled into a playful smirk. "You could've had an exclusive flight with me."
"And I bet we will have a few more opportunities."
"I will always make room for you on my jet," Max flirted casually. "Maybe next time, huh?"
"Maybe."
"I can do maybe. I gotta go," Max looked up from his screen for a second before gazing back at me. "I will text you when I land."
"Yes, please."
We bid our goodbyes, and Max hung up the call. I wanted to walk to my painting room when my doorbell rang. Confused, I walked to the little phone in my hallway to see who was downstairs.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jasmine, it's me," Pierre's voice responded back to me.
I pressed the little button to open the door downstairs and opened my front door for him as I walked to my kitchen. It didn't take Pierre long to walk into my kitchen, too.
"Bonjour, chérie," Pierre greeted me.
"Bonjour, Pierre," I said back and gave him a quick hug. "What brings you here?"
"It's a video," He said, pulling his phone from his pocket. "My PR manager received it from an anonymous source, and they claim to post it later today."
My eyes widened, all possible scenarios running through my head as I thought of when and where I could've gotten caught with Max. But why would they send it to Pierre's PR manager?
"A video?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes," He confirmed. "It's from 2017."
A wave of relief washed over me, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. But what video from 2017 could be that bad that Pierre is informing me about it? But then again, did I really have memories of that year? After my Dad died, I went into a dark hole and barely made it out.
