COMPLETED: Love in the Fast Lane // Max Verstappen

Chapter 17

Y/N's POV

We got back to my apartment and I helped Max inside. "So this is where you live." He said looking around, then taking a seat on my couch. His arms folded behind his head making his muscles bulge. He put his feet on my coffee table and I pushed them off. "Yes and don't make it dirty." I told him.

"I really appreciate you doing this for me." He said. "Of course Max." I paused for a moment not knowing how I wanted to word my next sentence. "I- I don't know what you've been through, but I want you to know I'm here for you." He put his hand over mine and smiled at me. We sat there like this for a while just understanding each other. Before I knew it, Max and I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up I found Max's head on my chest. Our arms were wrapped around each other. I looked at him realizing this was the most peaceful he had ever seemed. "Max." I said, gently shaking him awake. "Mmm." His voice was groggy with sleep. "It's 8pm, we fell asleep." He looked at me confused then looked at the clock. "Oh shit." He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Do you want some tea?" I asked. Before he could answer his stomach did for him, letting out a loud grumble. "Maybe dinner instead?" I suggested. "Please." He said and I led him to the kitchen.

"So. We have bread, ketchup, uncooked pasta, milk that's-" I took a sniff. "Phew! Definitely spoiled." I put it on the counter and kept looking around for something to make a meal of. "Oh! I forgot!" I opened the freezer and took out a box of eggos. "Waffles?" Max asked. "Don't tell me you don't like eggos!" "No I have." He said. "I just never had them for dinner." He told me. "Well. Max Verstappen, your life is about to change because we are having breakfast for dinner." I said, popping some waffles in the toaster.

We sat and ate and talked and laughed. It was the most comfortable I had been in front of a man since I could remember. "How did you get into tennis?" He asked. "Well I had been into it from a young age. My dad used to play tennis semi-professionally, so it was only natural I followed in his footsteps." He nodded. "That's how it was with my dad. He pushed me to be in f1. It's weird because the sport is my life, but if he pushed me to do it, does that mean I've lived my whole life for him?" His question seemed almost rhetorical. Like he didn't want to know the answer. "Max... You know that's not true." I tried to comfort him. "Isn't it?" He turned to face me. His eyes were red. "I mean my whole life has revolved around this sport and when have I ever made a decision for myself. The teams I drive for, the sponsors I take on... every decision was his." He started to spiral. "Then do something for yourself Max." I could see the wheels turning in his head. He looked at me and before I knew it his lips were on mine. "Max..." I whispered his name as our faces were still close. He pulled away when I couldn't meet his eyes. "Y/N I'm so sorry. I- I didn't- I don't know why I did that." He said. "Max, I really like you, but it's too soon. And-" His eyes flicked over mine searching for what I was going to say. "And?" He asked, impatiently. "I'm your boss." He went quiet for a moment. "Then you're fired!" My face dropped at the words. "Max, what are you-" He cut me off. "If you can't be with me because you're my boss, then don't be my boss anymore." He said. "Max this is very rash and you just broke up with Kelly and the stuff with your dad-" He stopped me again. "Forget about them! Y/N please." His hand brushed the side of my face. I grabbed his hand and kissed the inside of his palm. "Not yet." I said, putting his hand back down and getting up from my seat. I grabbed our dishes and began washing them. "Fine." He said. "I'll wait."