COMPLETED: Love in the Fast Lane // Max Verstappen

Chapter 1

Y/N's POV

I was in a rush, but then again when am I not. Owning a business in London is not for the faint of heart and I was late to an important marketing meeting, so when I bumped into... him I was less than pleased. Not to mention his rude attitude. Who even was he anyway? Thinking he can speak like that to someone was actually absurd. I showed up to my meeting 5 minutes late and drenched in sweat. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm late!" I exclaimed profusely as I took a seat next to my assistant who promptly placed a cup of coffee next to me. "Thank you" I whispered as I removed my portfolio from my bag. "Shall we begin?" I turned my head to face my newest investor who had just posed the question. "Yes. Let's Mr. Harris." I said. "Good. I want to start by saying the company is looking in good shape. But, after talking with our head marketer I think we could expand our clientele if we advertise in more places. We are selling high performance athletic wear, so we think it would do good to sponsor actual athletes." His words made my heart flutter. The thought of my clothes on an actual athlete was something I had only ever dreamed of. "Do you really think this is possible?" I asked, trying to mask my excitement with seriousness. "Financially, I mean. It is expensive to sponsor an athlete." I added. "Well, Peter and I-" He said, smiling at my sales manager. "-have been working together and have finally secured the collaboration with Castore." Mr. Harris' words didn't even register in my mind before my next words came out of my mouth. "You're shitting me." "Excuse me?" Mr. Harris asked. "I'm sorry! I mean this is incredible. This is a huge step for the company! Thank you! I think this calls for a celebration, no?" I say looking at my group smiling. "Not before we finish this meeting Miss. Y/L/N" Mr. Harris said, bringing me back down from cloud nine. "Thank you for keeping me grounded Mr. Harris. I believe we need to talk about branding now?" I posed. "Yes. Miss. Y/L/N can you pull out a copy of your business cards and I'll pull up the website here." Ms.Wilson, my head marketer asked as she worked on the computer. "Yes, let me just get it out." I reached in my portfolio pocket, but they weren't there. I decided to look in my bag, but they weren't in there either. "Shit" I said under my breath. Only loud enough for my assistant to hear me. "What's wrong Y/N?" She asked me. "Some jerkwad bumped into me on the street today and my card must have fallen out of my bag." I said, still searching my purse hoping I just hadn't seen it yet. "Miss? The card." Ms. Wilson prompted again. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to pull up the mockup on the computer as well because I seem to have misplaced it." I said, cringing at my unpreparedness. "No problem..." Ms. Wilson said, clearly a tad annoyed.

The rest of the meeting continued on without a hitch. This was probably some of the best news I had ever received. I was so happy knowing my company was growing, so, why couldn't I stop thinking about him? His blue eyes haunted my mind. My brain somehow convinced me they were softer than they actually had been.

The meeting was now finally over and the celebration could begin. As great as the news was, those meetings are horribly boring and I was excited to get my club on! "Maeve?!" I said into the phone after hearing it pick up. "Yes?!" She called back from the other end. "Guess who is going out tonight?" I said. "Hmmm. Us!" She pretended to guess. "Ding ding ding! We have a winner! I'll meet you at your place at 8 and we can get ready together." I said. "Ok, perfect. I'll get pizza." She said, unquestioning my reasons to come over or desire to go out. That's why she was my best friend. "Ok see you soon!" I said and hung up. I was determined to have a good time and also forget about my encounter earlier.