𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter thirty-four.

max was suddenly back to waking up in camila's bed again.

he was back to feeling the warm sun on his back, as he rolled over to admire camila's sleeping figure, her soft breaths and brown hair spread out across the pillow in gentle waves.

last night was... eventful.

after spending most of their night at the gala in the bathroom... working things out, the pair found themselves spiralling back into their addiction. camila had asked max to come back to her hotel room, and max would be an idiot to say no to an offer from a girl as beautiful as camila.

so, sneaking out of the gala, with hushed whispers and drunken stumbles, max and camila found themselves ending their night wrapped up in camila's bed sheets, deciding to continue working things out.

last night was almost unreal, and max found himself waking up with a desperate need to continue. he never wanted to stop being immersed in camila's touch, he longed for it. he longed to have camila back.

he wanted to make whatever this was work. they could do it? couldn't they?

max wanted to spend every waking moment with camila next to him, he wanted to never have to forgot her touch again. he wanted to scream and shout the the entire world that she was the one he wanted — she was the one he always wanted. he wanted to break free from every constraint that continued to hold the two of them back. and now, max just found himself praying that camila wanted the same. he had to ask her, even if she pushed him away again, max came to the realisation that all he wanted was for camila to know that he loved her — even if camila didn't, at least max would have the comfort of knowing that he was finally able to tell her.

max needed to talk to camila. he was going to do it. once camila woke, max was going to tell her how he felt.

but for now, he continued to revel in the simple pleasure of being with her, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face as she slept peacefully.

just as max was about to lean in and press a kiss to her forehead, his phone rang, shattering the peaceful moment.

max leaned over to quickly glance at his vibrating phone. careful to not wake camila, his heart began to sink, dread washing over him as his fathers called id illuminated the screen.

careful not to make too much noise, max pulled off the sheets, getting up to open the bathroom door and answering the phone.

"dad?" max answered, trying to keep his voice steady despite the panic rising within him.

"where are you max?" his father's voice boomed through the phone, filled with frustration and anger. "you're not in your room. i've been calling you for hours"

max's heart hammered in his chest as he tried to come up with an excuse, but his mind was blank. the only certain thing was that he knew was that couldn't tell his father the truth, he couldn't admit that he had spent the night with camila.

"i'm sorry" max stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "i must have fallen asleep in the lounge. i'll be back at the room soon."

but jos wasn't listening, his words growing louder and more impatient with each passing second. "you better get back here right now max. we have important meetings to attend, and i won't tolerate any more of your nonsense after last night" he scoffed, the memory of what christian had told him about max last night fuelled the anger coursing through his veins.

jos angrily hung up the phone, as max stood helplessly in the bathroom, contemplating his decisions.

he needed to speak to camila, he couldn't just leave her.