mirrorball | max verstappen

2.9 the saints gala

[         not edited, still pretty under the weather, i'm hoping to get back to a proper schedule soon x Vi          ]

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There was a constant ringing sound in the room and Max groaned, rubbing his eyes as he looks around, letting his eyes adjust to the room. Marcy was in bed besides him, her hair all spread out and the sheets resting slightly above the curve of her ass. Her breathing steady. The ringing continued and Max blinked looking for his phone. When he found it, he answered it without looking at the screen.

"Hello," his voice groggy.

"Fuck! Finally," an annoyed high pitch voice greeted him. He pulled the phone away to look at the screen. It was Karlee.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I've been trying your number for hours. I have Marcy's phone; its past noon and she needs to be up and ready for press. We've got the gala tonight and we have a shit tone of things that still need to be done."

"Fuck." Max took a deep breath. "I'll wake her up if you wanted to swing by in an hour to get her."

"No." Karlee refused. "I'm already at the venue with the event crew. One moment," Max heard shuffling and hushed conversation. "Rio is gonna swing by in 30 with Marcy's phone and just have her call me as soon as she is up."

"Okay." He hung up and walked over to where Marcy was still fast asleep. He sat down beside her before softly nudging her.

"hmm?" Marcy looked up at him with sleep in her eyes. She looked so beautiful, even more so than the night before when they two of them celebrated her birthday in private. Some point during that night Max had realized that he no longer just felt like he loved her. He knew he did. He knew he would do anything for her.

"Karlee called, Rio will be here in thirty with your phone and purse, Kar wants you to call her."

"What time is it?"

"Closer to one."

"Shit!" Marcy sat up. "I need to take a shower and be ready like yesterday. I have an interview for the gala tonight and need to make sure all the silent auction items are in."

"Do you need help with anything?"

"That's so sweet but, I'm sure we've got this. I'll call you if I need help though, are you okay if I take the Aston today? I thought my car would have been back by now."

"That's okay, I'm just gonna be working on sims all day. When are your things coming from the states?"

"They should be here soon, the house sold last week."

Max hmmed as he watched Marcy rush to take her shower. Marcy had decided since she never planned on returning back to Hollywood, she was going to sell the house she had in LA and just keep the New York apartment. Since LA was Marcy's former home base all her stuff would be arriving to the house her father bought for them as a wedding gift.