Gentle with me | MAX VERSTAPPEN

XVI

Warning? A quite drunk Tatiana and her strange modern knight (spoiler: it's Charles, she just doesn't know that)

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"ALL I NEED IS YOUR LOVE TONIGHT," I screamed and sang as I jumped up and down in the club. I was too drunk to really care about how I looked in front of all these people. I had lost track of where Kelly and Max were. Mostly because I had lost count on how much alcohol I had consumed and jumping up and down definitely did not help me with trying to stay reasonably tipsy. No, I was drunk and happily so.

I had arrived at the club by myself and the amount of questioning and interrogation from both Max and Kelly made me head directly to the bar to drink my problems away. Charles hadn't arrived yet and what I've learnt is that he hasn't been spotted in the club at all since I arrived. I wondered if he lied to me when he said he would be here.

I giggled to myself as I made my way to the bar for another drink. Men and their empty promises. Wait, he didn't even promise me to be there because why would he? He doesn't know me.

"One glass of Ocean view and one glass of a Pink Margarita." I slurred my words to the bartender, quite aware that he would probably soon give up on giving me any more alcoholic drinks if I continued on this path.

I'll be honest, I lost count of how much I drank after what was probably my tenth shot and fifth glass of some beverage I don't even remember the name of.

"Oh, man, if the 'razzi gets pictures of me I'm dead. Poor Manon will absolutely be out after my head." I muttered to myself. I placed my head on the bar table as I contemplated my life. Had I reached the point where I could call myself an alcoholic? Hopefully not.

"Drink responsibly." I giggled to myself as I grabbed the Ocean view and swept it in one go. I knew very well that I was not supposed to drink cocktails as if they were shot glasses but there is a point where all alcohol just gets mushed together and you no longer care how you drink it.

"Fuck, they're going to slaughter me." I groan to myself. Why did Casimir find a way to contact me? It had been five years since we last spoke and now he was trying to drag me under the bus. Or more like throwing me onto the road and hoping that the bus runs me over.

"I think you have drunk enough, no?" Someone with a French accent said behind me while taking both my Pink Margarita and Ocean View Cocktail. I wanted to glare at them but my vision had become blurry a while ago and I was too out of it to really want to turn around to face the person brave enough to steal my precious drinks.

"Hey, I was drinking that," I muttered.

"I think it's time for you to head home Tatiana."

"No, you go home." I swatted the person's hand away from me. Huh, a man? The hand looked like it belonged to a man. I'm guessing the person is a man. Oh, it was a man.

"Okay, let's go, Tatiana." The man turned me around and grabbed me under my arms to lift me up. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, still very much out of it. "Who are you?"

"Man, you are way too drunk." The man muttered. He carried me in bridal style out of the club towards a black car. I couldn't see what car model or brand it was but I knew even in my delirious state that the car was an expensive and fancy one.

"Did you know I had a date earlier today, dear stranger? It was quite awkward but lemme tell you, that man was so handsome. He looked like Apollo to me if Apollo had dark hair instead of blonde. Ahh, I feel so envious of the woman that gets to look at him and say that's my man and then have him look at her as if she hung the stars and moon in the sky." I rambled not caring at all over the fact that the man opened the door for me and even carried me into the car. He even proceeded to put on the seatbelt for me. What a gentleman. He looked quite handsome too.

"Mon Dieu, she's so out of it." The man muttered quietly to himself. I don't think he even realised that I was able to hear him, but did it really matter? I think both the stranger and I knew that by the start of tomorrow, I would be the one waking up with a migraine and no memories of tonight.

"Oh, I need to tell Maxie I left." I giggled as we left the parking lot, the man's hand rested lightly on my leg as if he was making sure that I was still alive and wouldn't need an emergency visit to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.
"Don't worry, I already told him that I'm taking you back to the hotel." The man said, his eyes focused on the road, which I give him bonus points for. Always attractive when a man drives with his eyes on the road.

"Oh, you know Maxie? That is so cool! How do you know him? Have you known him for a long time?" I asked, curious as to what he would answer. Unfortunately for me, the only answer I got was a pinch to my thigh as if to tell me to stay quiet.

"I'm hungry." I pouted. Man, a McDonald's sounded like an amazing idea.

"No, I am not taking you to a McDonald's." The stranger said as if he had read my thoughts which I thought was cool. I couldn't believe I was sitting in a car with a mind reader. Maybe I was currently in the same car as Edward Cullen, now that would be such an awesome story to tell my friends later on.

"But.. I want a burger."
"The only thing I will be taking you to is your hotel room and your bed. You will be heading straight to sleep as soon as your head hits that pillow on your bed." He responded. Man, his voice was kind of hot, not going to lie. Oh my god, Tatiana. Stop being horny.

"Aye aye, captain." I raised my arm as if to do a salute but instead, I just winced. Bad idea, do not make drastic moves while you're so drunk you might as well just pass out.

"Jag är så död," I said quietly to myself. I wasn't even exaggerating. My father would kill me with his power of being a sad and disappointed dad. Meanwhile, my sisters would range from an "I'll make you wish that you were never born" to a "It's not so fun being the youngest now, huh?" response. My mother would laugh at me, proceed to scold me, and then ask me what kind of alcoholic drinks I drank throughout the night. She would fully expect me to remember everything especially since she would mostly consider this night as my own celebration for breaking away from toxic people.

Her views are a little bit skewed from time to time.

"We're here." The man said after a while. He parked the car, got out of it and walked over to my side. Most likely to carry me again. I wasn't even wrong. He even carried me bridal way from the car all the way up to the tenth floor and to my hotel room's door. Hah, what a gentleman.

"See you." I rolled out the -u as I tried to scan my room key on the door. I think I might have missed the scanner a couple of times because the stranger took the key and swiped it for me. He held the door open for me to walk into the room before he handed me the key and told me to go to sleep, he closed the door and walked away.

"Goodbye, strange modern knight," I muttered, still staring at the door.