He is world champion. She is oscar winner. They are so different yet so similar.
They made an agreement but the only condition was not to fall for each other.
Is that even possible?
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Hop on this ride called Can't Take My Eyes Off You. I guaran...
MAYA POV- 'So I guess you guys are getting the essence of the whole story. I want it to be a nice weekend watch," I said while my writers took note. They asked a couple of more questions, and we all ended the video meeting. I shut my laptop and rested my head against the headboard of the bed, tiredly. At times, I get scared if I take on more than I can handle. Anxiety about not keeping up with others and not being good enough often creeps up, even after achieving so much. I guess it's the result of being raised in a household where you are only acknowledged or taken seriously when you overachieve. Sarena always worries about me overworking myself to death, but I guess even she knows deep down that if I am not distracted by my work, I would lose my mind. I picked up my phone to see a message from Carlos saying that 'I am missing one hell of a party'. As Charles said, he did win this Grand Prix too, so i guess it's now no big deal for that guy. As soon as the race ended, I came back to my room after congratulating Carlos for second podium. He tried to persuade me to come to the party, but I declined, saying that I had meetings back-to-back. In reality, I only had one meeting. It's just the fact that I am not the kind of person who can party every weekend. My perfect weekend, on the other hand, is falling asleep rewatching Grey's Anatomy. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from my nightstand and went towards the balcony of my room. As I was about to light the cigarette, I heard the doorbell. I came back to my room and checked who was there on the other side of the door through the peephole. To my surprise, it was Charles. I opened the door to find him standing; his hair was ruffled and reeked of alcohol. 'What are you doing here? I didn't get a text from you with a code word," I asked quizzically. 'No, I didn't,' he slurred. 'So what are you doing here?' I questioned further. 'Where are your manners, Dakota? At least let me in. Do you want someone to see me standing at your door in the middle of the night?' 'Oh, sorry," I replied hurriedly, shaking my head in the negative. I closed the door behind him. Charles made his way towards the balcony and sat on the sofa. I followed him out too and gave him a glass of water and Advil. 'You smoke?' He asked more, like stated looking at the deserted pack of cigarettes and lighter on the table. I picked up one and lit it while Charles took his Advil and chucked it down with water. 'Very rare," I replied 'now will you tell me why you are here and not celebrating your win?' 'Well, I need to crash with you,' he said, taking cigarettes from my hand and taking a puff. How can someone look so good while being so casual? 'No, you can't stay with me against the rules, leclerc!' 'Oh, come on, rules say no sleepover after sex.' 'Not having sex and doing a sleepover is far worse, and why? What's wrong with your room?' 'Well, remember the girl we met on the elevator in Bahrain, Malisa? Well, I kinda made out with her in the bar, and now I am pretty sure she is waiting outside my room.' 'Firstly, her name is Madeline, and secondly, she won't wait for the whole night to come on.' 'Oh, trust me, she can,' Charles replied. 'What about Carlos? You can crash with him," I suggested 'He is probably going to have a lady guest tonight,' he replied, looking at me and probably waiting for some sort of reaction. 'Ohhh, well, you have enough money for a new room," I stated not saying much about Carlos situation. 'Are you okay with Carlos sleeping with someone else?' Charles asked, trying to sound casual. 'Why won't I be!'I replied, taking the cigarette back from him. 'Well, I thought you liked him, or at least he liked you. 'If he liked me, why would he sleep with someone else? And secondly, I dont like him. I mean he is good-looking and stuff, but nahh.' 'Well, men end up doing stupid things like this even if they say they love you,' Charles stated, shrugging his shoulders. 'Why would someone do something like this to the person they love?" I questioned 'Because we are all fuckups,' Charles replied, looking at the beautiful city lights of Saudi Arabia. 'Fine, you can stay, but we are sleeping like boy cousins," I replied trying to change the topic and coming back to the room while Charles chucked. ——————————————————- CHARLES POV-
By the time I finished smoking another cigarette and came back into the room, Maya was already settled on the bed with a book in her hands. 'You are blind," I stated pointing out the glasses she was wearing, which earned me a middle finger from her. I unbuttoned my shirt, took off my pants, and started moving towards the bed. 'Mr., you are sleeping there,' she said, pointing out a ridiculously small sofa for my size. She had already kept a spare comforter and pillow for me. 'You are kidding me. I can't fit there; why don't you sleep there as you are short?" I said 'You better be nice to me or else I will kick you out and inform your lover about your whereabouts,' she said with a fake smile. I huffed and sat on the sofa, trying to figure out how to fit my body. Maya kept her book and glasses on the side table and switched off the lights in the room. It's been 30 minutes now, and I still can't find the perfect position to sleep. I keep ruffling. 'Oh god, why the fuck are you moving so much? The noises are annoying.' Maya said i guess she is a light sleeper. 'Well, all thanks to my gracious host, I am so freaking comfortable," I replied sarcastically, with the same level of frustration. 'Well, you invited yourself,' she said, pointing out and got inside the sheets so that she didn't have to hear me move while I continued my struggle for the next 15 minutes when I heard Maya. 'Fine, come back to bed. You stay on your side, and I better not wake up getting cuddled by you.' She couldn't even finish the sentence, and I was already next to her. Stretching myself on the comfortable mattress. 'Oh, I can sleep like my boy cousins, but you better not wake me up in the middle of the night for sex," I replied cheekily. 'Shut up, Leclerc,' she said, throwing a pillow at my face. 'Btw, when are you leaving?' I asked softly. 'Umm, tomorrow afternoon I'm going back to Los Angeles,' she replied. 'Okay,' I muttered, frustrated at how her answer made me feel suddenly. My chest felt tight, and as much as I hate to admit it, I didn't want her to leave, and this realisation alone made me wanna throw up. I didn't like the fact that she never showed up at the party or that she didn't congratulate me on my win. It's like I wanted to be validated by her. It fucks with my brain when I see her standing at Carlos side of the garage. It's been only 3 days since we agreed on being friends with benefits, but I feel like I am already doomed.
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WHAT AN AMAZING WEEKEND 🏁 LIKED BY CARLOSSAINZ AND 7.5M others —————————————————- Hey guys here is another chapter we are slowly progressing into part where it gonna be more than about just sex I know i am updating chapters very late but i have started with my masters so its gonna be a little tight Do leave a comment and like if you are liking the story it keeps me motivated And also saw a lot of new people have added my story to their collection so thanks a lot guys Love ya!
