Two knocks on my door revealed that Max was standing in front of it.
I quickly opened my hotel room, pulling him in and closed the door behind him.
"Wow you're happy to see me" Max laughed. "No I just don't want anyone to see you"
If Toto or Lewis would see him walk in my room then they would personally kill me.
"Oh sneaking around, I like it" he laid down on my bed. He felt at home here, felt comfortable around me.
"Oh shut up" I said, crawling next to him. I felt comfortable around him too.
Felt nervous when I was around Lando - he made me nervous.
Thought he would kiss me that night. I would've let him too.
That's the worst thing, I was ready to open my heart for him. Didn't hate him anymore, not in that moment at least.
But right now, I hated him even more than before.
It's strange isn't it? How your heart burns, burns and burns and suddenly turns to ice.
Max turned his head at me, tilted his head a little and gave me the god damn truth. "You're overthinking about someone who isn't thinking about you at all"
I should hate him for putting it in my face like that but how could I? He was the only one who was brutally honest with me.
"He made such a fool out of me, Max" I sighed.
He probably didn't know what I was talking about, didn't know what happened between Lando and I.
"You don't hate him, do you?" He asked.
"Oh Max" I sighed. "You don't even know how much I hate him"
I hated that I started to like him.
I hated that he made me fall for him.
I hated his handsome face.
I hated those lips that I desperately wanted to kiss.
So yeah, I hated him more than I could explain.
More than I wanted to explain.
"Sure" he shrugged it off. I knew he wasn't here to talk about Lando, and I didn't want to talk about him either.
We put a movie on, watched it together and talked about the race.
Got a strategy prepared but I already knew we couldn't beat them. Not even with a good strategy.
We were fighting with Mclaren, even Ferrari if we were lucky, but definitely not Red Bull.
I already noticed he moved closer to me, touched me from time to time, acting as if it was an accident.
I let him, but I wasn't attracted to him. He was handsome, he just didn't make me feel like Lando did.
But then again, you didn't need feelings to have sex and I desperately needed sex.
So maybe Max wasn't a bad option. Don't think he would tell people about it, because it could hurt him just as much as it could hurt me.
Christian wouldn't like it if he knew he fucked a Mercedes strategist.
So he wasn't gonna tell.
Exactly what I needed.
I looked at Max, and he looked back at me. A smile on his face. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.
"I am thinking that you could help me with something" I smirked.
"Oh?" He said, moving even closer. "Tell me more."
Game.
