❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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may, 2024.
THE SUN WAS MELTING, the picturesque scenery of the mediterranean sea flowing delicately around them; it was almost unreal. isabel leclerc loved the sea. she loved the oceanic blues and the calmness of the water, lulling her into a sense of security. the blues, the gorgeous, almost unreal blues, that sparkled within the ocean served as a reminder for a certain dutchman with notorious anger issues, yes, but who also was so soft-hearted. the dutchman who her back was pressed up against, the world champion who had his arms around her. max verstappen, whose skin was so warm against hers under the monegasque sun.
this was the peace they had been waiting for. the miami grand prix was over, and in the little time they had off in between that and the grand prix in emilia-romagna, they were taking advantage of what they could, and that meant relaxing on their yacht. isabel was always busy now, with co-owning a team with daniel through its first year in formula 1, and trying to be the best driver possible to end up with either a constructor's or a driver's championship. and max was gunning for more championships upon other things. he was just enjoying where he was in life, enjoying and reveling in the success that hard work led him to.
it was so peaceful that isabel groaned when she heard her phone vibrating on the floor. thing is, it meant it was important because only a select few people rang through her do not disturb, and she could also see that the contact name was daniel ricciardo.
"max," she kept her voice low, tapping his thigh a few times. he huffed almost inaudibly in response. "max . . . it's important, i have to get up."
she tilted her head back, and unsurprisingly, max's eyes were closed, probably half-asleep like isabel was before she noticed her phone buzzing. but he didn't move, just locked his arms around her tighter. "fuckin . . ." she muttered, wiggling a little to slip out of his hold and stand up beside the comfortable chair they had been lounging on. leaning over, she kissed the top of his head before picking up her phone. "i will be just a minute, mhm?"
