COMPLETED: Love in the Fast Lane // Max Verstappen

Chapter 5

Y/N's POV

I got up the next morning with my head absolutely pounding. Maybe I could have gone without that last drink.... Naahhh. As I got ready this Saturday morning I decided to go on a walk for fresh air. I left my apartment with a pair of my favorite jeans, a loose t-shirt, and of course a pair of sunglasses. I pulled my hair into a ponytail because it was an absolute mess after last night. It was around noon when I finally made it out of my house. The warm London air helped my hangover as I subconsciously made my way over to my favorite coffee place. A pain au chocolat and a cold brew always seemed to make me feel better after a night out.

After I got my food I sat down on a chair outside and took in the July day. As I ate I remembered what I told Maeve and how I explained the guy I bumped into. I was so embarrassed thinking other people could have heard me. I shook it off as I ate the rest of my chocolate pastry. I went on my phone and opened my favorite app. Tinder. I had nothing to do for the night, so I mine as well get a free meal. 'No. No. No. Maybe. No. Yes!' I thought as I swiped right on this cute guy from Stratford. We set up a date for later and I decided I was going to need to get ready. I went home and showered flashes of last night coming back to me.

Flashback--

"Did you say Dutch?" Maeve asked. "Yeah..." I said. "And blue eyes? There's no way it was- No nevermind." Maeve said, cutting herself off.

Present--

'What was she going to say?' I thought as I shaved my legs. She was acting like she might've known the guy. After I got out of the shower I texted her hoping she remembered our conversation last night.

I picked out a cute dress for the evening and got ready. There was still no word from Maeve when it was time to leave. I met my date, Ethan, at a restaurant just outside of London. He wasn't particularly interesting, but he was really nice to look at and I was hoping he'd be even better to fuck. I took him back to my apartment and he was already all over me before I could get the key in the door. He moved my hair and placed his lips on my neck planting kisses as I worked the lock. Finally I got it open and turned to face him, our mouths meeting each other. I guided him to my bed, both of us leaving a trail of clothes in our wake.

"Fuck you're so hot" The man breathed in my ear as I pushed him on my bed. "You're not so bad yourself" I said. I then placed my lips on his letting my hands roam his chest. I straddled him as I guided his erection towards my entrance. His brown eyes met mine as I moved up and down. His arms wrapped around me as he switched our positions. I closed my eyes in pleasure feeling myself near a release. When I opened them again a set of blue eyes were looking back at me. It was no longer Ethan who was on top of me, but it was that mystery man. I stared into his eyes as he fucked me and it drove me over the edge. A loud moan left my lips feeding into Ethan's own orgasm. His own groans brought me back to the present moment.

I fell asleep with Ethan in my bed, but woke up to him gone. We both knew the drill and I didn't mind. However, I did mind that those piercing blue eyes seemed to infiltrate my every waking thought. I looked at my phone and saw Maeve had finally responded some time last night. She thought I might have bumped into some f1 driver named Max Verstappen, but she doubted it was him. Before I could look him up, I noticed I had an email from Castore. I immediately sat up in bed to read it. They had sent me a list of the athletes who we would be working with to sponsor and there under the name Maeve had so kindly dropped me was the man who bumped into me.

Max Verstappen.