me and the devil || max verstappen

4.

Max Verstappen was standing in his kitchen and patiently waiting for the arrival of his girlfriend, Ashlyn Skyler. They agreed to meet in the kitchen about half an hour ago, but Ash still did not come, apparently, she was delayed again, doing her job or she was too caught up in the plot of the series. Max was already bored. Although, probably not, because he found a racing magazine on one of the bookshelves and decided to read it, since there was no time before that. Max lazily leafed through the pages of the magazine and involuntarily thought about the fact that there were indecently many photos and congratulations on the next Grand Prix.

Max grinned and thought: "Who says I'm decent?"

Apparently, at this time, his personal imp took over the management.

A couple in love decided to spend one of the rare evenings together cooking pasta – a wonderful dish of Italian origin.

Finally, when the door swung open and Ashlyn entered the room, Max smiled happily and put down the magazine, waiting for the girl to take a position next to him. But Ash picked up her phone and, clearing her throat, pretended to have a microphone in her hands.

"So, there is a cooking show on the air called: "Max Verstappen is trying to cook." Here is the main character of the show himself. Meet the audience, a damn beautiful and inimitable Formula 1 racer - Max Verstappen and a great host of the show – Ash Skyler."

Watching the whole show unfolding, Max somehow restrained laughter and hardly kept a focused face, continuing to listen to his beloved girl. She didn't take off her reading glasses, which made her look even funnier and cuter.

"Mr. Verstappen, say a few words to our TV channel, please!" said Skyler and put her phone to her boyfriend's mouth.

Max thought only for a couple of seconds, after which he cleared his throat and spoke into the "microphone".

"Okay, I'll say a few words." Max smiled slyly and said. "If we don't start cooking right now, then I'll have to put the host of the show, Miss Skyler, on the table and eat her instead of the future pasta that we wanted to cook with her." He grinned and kissed Ashlyn on the forehead, after which he went to the faucet to wash his hands.

The girl blushed slightly, because the mind painted a very piquant picture. As soon as she tried to think of something else, Max immediately made her laugh.

"And anyway, what an injustice, Miss Skyler, I can cook!"

"Mmm. Yeah. I agree with you, honey. More precisely, I agree with you, Mr. Verstappen, you are excellent in everything. Well. Shall we begin?"

"It's much nicer to hear you say "honey", and not "Mr. Verstappen", I feel like I'm at some event where I need to be a very important person," Max teased Ashlyn, after which he decided to apologize and said. "Before we start, I'll have to perform a little ritual. Come to me, honey," Max said and opened his arms for hugs, beckoned to his beloved with a gesture.

She could not resist the charm of her man and immediately went to the meeting, clinging tightly to his strong body. Her hands fell smoothly on his back, shoulders. Pulling back a little, she looks into the beloved eyes opposite her and rises on her toes to kiss Max. He does not let her touch his lips with his and mockingly pulls away, which is why Ashlyn pouts her lips with displeasure.

"Don't you want to kiss me, Verstappen?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm laughing, Ashley. You're very cute when you're angry, you know that?" Max said and took her chin in one hand, making her look into his eyes.

God, every time she drowned in his beautiful eyes. Those eyes always looked at her with tenderness and love, no one had looked at her like that before. Ash sometimes even jokes that she fell in love with Max just because of his eyes. After all, it was them she saw for the first time, when Max had not yet taken off his helmet on their first day of acquaintance.