Gentle with me | MAX VERSTAPPEN

XXII

'Charles Leclerc actually did it. He finally did it.' I thought to myself. Charles Leclerc, the unofficial prince of Monaco, had won his first home race after years of trying. I was proud of him. He deserved the win and I would definitely say that this race was an emotional wreck for me.

Isadora and Daphne had arrived a few days ago in Monaco to watch the race together with me and my family. Although, we were all scattered all over the place. My sisters had been watching the race from the McLaren's garage, meanwhile Isadora and Daphne had been stuck with the Red Bulls. I, however, had been watching it from the Ferrari garage and I even had managed to catch some glimpse of Alexandra, the girl that Charles was currently dating.

She was gorgeous and I didn't know if I was jealous of her or of Charles.

"Congrats on the win, Charles." I could hear the reporters say as they all tried to catch a quick post-race interview with him. I smiled at him, despite knowing very well that he wouldn't be able to see me, before I walked away from the crowd. I was planning to walk towards the Red Bull garage to spend some time with Max before I make my way to Nice to find a plane that can fly me to Seoul. 

The meet-up with Esmeralda has been pushed up for months now and if I want my debut album to be released soon, the meeting with her has to happen as soon as possible. Esmeralda had agreed a few weeks ago that a meeting in Seoul a few days after the Monaco Grand Prix would be the best opportunity to have it. And frankly, I had no choice but to agree. It didn't matter how close friends Esmeralda and I were, the meeting had to be adjusted to fit her schedule, never mine.

The airport in Nice was crowded. That was all I truly had to comment on before I walked towards the gate where the plane I am supposed to board would be at. I had already sent a text to my friends and family that I would be on a plane by the time the celebrations ended. I also sent a "good race." to Max. The contemplation on whether I should have written a congratulation text to Charles weighed on my mind that by the time I had decided to send one, the plane was already driving away from the gate, preparing to take off. I had no choice but to put my phone on flight mode. Almost a twenty hour flight trip to Seoul. 'How fun.' I thought sarcastically to myself.

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Today 18:15

I heard you're coming to Seoul, Tia. Got tired of all the sports nerds?

Please, Willie. Don't act like you're not one of them.

I'm not though 💀

So, you're in Seoul then? May I ask why you're in SK? Last time I rain-checked on you, you told me you were in Iceland.

Have a client that wanted me to pay them a visit. ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

William Atticus Moreno, don't you dare tell me you're still an active member in the Sugar community?!

I am not telling you that I am still an active member in the Sugar community...

-_-
William!

Sorry not sorry, Tatiana. But not everyone can have a lifestyle that is centred around being a nepo baby.

Why not just get a normal job, Willie?

My contribution to the sugar community is just a side hustle that gives me an extra income. I am very much happy with my job as a kindergarten teacher 😝

Wtf? Why that emoji of all emojis?! That looks so weird, dork.

Anygays, up for a night at a bar after you've arrived?

Would you accept a no? 🫠

Of course, consent and agreement is sexy. Ain't no fun nor sexy if you're not consenting to it.

William, please stop making innuendos to something that will never happen.

Tatiana, dear, nothing could ever happen between us. I'm gay 💅

Oh, congrats for walking out of the closet again for the 78th time. I have counted.

Well, congrats Tia for being able to count numbers! Lemme know when you want to either join me in the closet or walk out from it with me 😚

Fuck off William 😩
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