Pretending | Max Verstappen

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Zoe

When I woke up the next morning the bed next to me was empty. Everything had been a dream, Max was never here, we never met at the beach we never kissed. The only positive thing about it was that it meant that he didn't know I was here.

Therefore it was possible for me to sneak out of the hotel, back to the airport where hopefully a plane to England will wait for me. Nothing had changed and it was  still the same shit like yesterday evening but there was nothing I could do about it.

Just kidding guys, it obviously wasn't a dream. Maybe I shocked you a bit haha but now have fun reading the real chapter <3

"You cold?" Max asked as he came over to me.

I just nodded and then snuggled into the blanket he gave me. The last weeks had been shit, it was pure horror. 

Our kiss at the beach in Zandvoort had been more than beautiful and we agreed later on on dating again, this time for real and not for the media. But speaking of the had been writing about us or more me the week after the Netherlands.

Someone had seen Max and me on the beach and later at the airport and now the press was full of things like "his personal whore" or "earns millions a year but goes out with the cheapest bitch". 

I knew this was going to happen but it was still hard. Christian wasn't too surprised but still happy that I was staying even though he gave me the race in Monza to stay at home and rest. Max had taken second place but I was more than proud of him.

We had been texting since we parted in Amsterdam for almost every hour in between until we had seen each other again this evening at the airport. My plane from London had only landed a couple of minutes ago before Max's started.

With my suitcase and dark clothes I had made my way quickly over to the private plane of his, where we would fly to Singapore today. We didn't kiss or even hug as I avoided everything that came from him and he understood it.

The last days and weeks had been filled with night mares and panic attacks about my dark past and I somehow got trust issues and scared of physical touch. I wasn't even sure why I was doing thi, coming with him because it would only give the media more to talk about.

But I had to be honest, I loved that man and I would fly across the world to support him. And also I missed a bit the team and working with them. After all I always had fun doing my work and helping Max and Checo to succeed.

In the front of the plane I could hear Max and his trainer and manager. These two together with some other people were also flying with us but luckily no one of them had made a comment about me.

Probably because they were scared of Max, that he would kick them of the plane if they do. I still didn't understand why Max was defending me like that. He had told me at the beach that he loved me and I had not even returned this words, even though I felt them deep down, but he gave me time.

He wasn't pressuring me to say or do anything and it was so kind of him, I didn't even know he was possible of doing so. Before I had gotten to know him better he always seamed so rough and with no emotions but now I knew better.

Slowly I got up from the back row seats and wrapping myself into the blanket. When I reached the front part where everyone was siting, Max immediately wanted to stand up and come over, but I gestured him that it was fine.

"What's wrong babe?"

Instead of saying something I took a seat next to him on the small sofa and snuggled up to him. Max was clearly surprised by my sudden touch but didn't hesitated and wrapped his arms around me.