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Zoe

I needed to find him. With already my pajamas on I stepped into the elevator and pressed the 1, as the bar of the hotel was located there. I hoped that he would be there but from what I had learned over the last months, he usually spend his Saturday evening there.

Luckily not many people were at the hotel corridors at that time and I didn't see any driver or a crew member. There was still a race tomorrow so everybody was either still working at the track or already in bed.

The last hours had been a pretty disaster for me, I had cried, thrown my things around and missed him. Although Charles's words were really convincing and sounded true my mind started thinking what would be if they weren't.

My mind was a mess and there wasn't much I was sure about at that time. What I knew, was that I wanted to know the true and I knew exactly the person who could give it to me, to tell me what was really going on.

At least I hoped so, but he seemed friendly and a good person, at least from what my picture was from him, after everything had happened with Jos. I hoped that he would give me answers to my questions, because otherwise I wasn't sure if I could go back to the room.

As soon as I stepped into the little hotel bar I spotted him at a small table at the back, reading a newspaper. The paper was in front of his face so he didn't see me, as I went over. Only when I took a seat across from him, he noticed me and put the newspaper down.

He wasn't surprised, or at least he didn't look like it, but probably was he expecting me sooner or later.

"Zoe." he sighed and I knew immediately that he knew somthing.

I wasn't sure if he had all the information, but probably had he seen Lilianna in the paddock.

"Is it true?" was the only thing that left my mouth and my heart stopped for a moment.

But he then closed the newspaper completely and took his glasses off, before raising an eyebrow. So he didn't know everything.

"That Max planned everything, this." I gestured at me and the surrounding.

"He never planned to fell in love with you, I can tell you that much." he said calmly and a sudden tingle went through my stomach.

"But he did all of this for attention, he never broke up with Lilianna?"

My voice started trembling at the end because I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear the answer to that.

"No," he said and laughed, before getting serious again, "They definitely broke up."

He then made a short break and took a deep breath.

"But he first agreed to that for attention yes, but he just wanted to have good media again, after everything that Lilianna had told the press. Well, at least she didn't tell them the details, but with them it wouldn't have looked that bad for Max, but otherwise"

He stopped and seemed lost in his thoughts and own mind while I was still sitting here, wondering what had happened back then.

"But... someone said the media had pictures of bruises and... was it true? Did he hurt her?"

"Well," he said and suddenly started laughing again, "normally she didn't bother but she was mad and turned everything into a pure chaos."

"Normally?" I blurred out louder than expected.

Max was hitting her on a regular basis and she had no problem with it, what kind of a person was he. Or better is he and I hadn't noticed at all. My expression was frozen and my jaw had dropped.

"Oh god no Zoe, not like you might think at first." he said and I raised an eyebrow.

He giggled again before he continued talking.

"Let's say they had their fun in the bedroom and tried new things here and there and were a bit rougher sometimes. They both had fun doing so, but suddenly Lilianna got mad because Max didn't had enough time for her or she was jealous, I don't remember, and one came to another."

"And their bruises from their bed activities looked like she was in abusive relationship." I ended his sentence while still sitting there with my jaw dropped and eyes wide open as I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, to say it short they had a pretty playful and rough sex life and she turned it against him, the media never got the truth. Probably it's the best because Max in the middle of a sex scandal would have been worse I think."

"Why... Why did he never tell me?" I asked him and he sighed again.

"He wanted but then the thing with your past came public and let's say it like that, your experience with sex and violence and all that kind of things wasn't the best one so he thought he might scare you with that."

"Scare me?"

"Zoe, Max loves you, he really cares about you and he was scared if he shares this side of him with you, you might run away cause you don't want that in your life."

"Don't want Sex?" I asked dumb as I really didn't get it.

"No, him but yes. Max thought sharing this kind of side of him with you might let you think that that's his only way to have sex."

For a short moment it hit me that I was sitting here, talking about the sex life of my boyfriend, if he was still my boyfriend, but the thought quickly disappeared as he started talking again.

"We all have our past and it isn't always perfect, we aren't perfect and I can tell you that much, Max loves you from the deepest of his heart, don't let Lilianna destroy that. She is probably just jealous that he had found someone after the scandal she thought she had put him into."

I only nodded this time, but didn't say anything.

"Speak with him and clear things out, you two should be happy, you deserve it. There was no plan in staying with Lilianna while fooling the media, he was really destroyed after the break up and the while the media insulted him so I am happy for him that he found someone. And your relationship and love is honest and deep so please don't throw that away because someone said something."

"I will speak with him." I whispered before I yawned, it was really getting late and I had to work tomorrow so I slowly stood up.

"I hope you feel better now, Zoe, and have some answers. He really loves you and you do too, I can see it."

"Yeah, thanks Raymond." I said and smiled at Max's manager before heading back to Max's and my room.

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