The anatomy of a champion • I •

52.

******Max*******

I was sitting with Daniel at the hotel bar drinking probably too much. But can anyone blame me? No! Irina was still together with Charles, and more recently she was also hanging out with Lewis, or probably fucking him as well.
And to be honest, my performance it will not be affected. I'm a robot when it comes to be in my racing car.
I was deep in my thoughts and not paying attention at what Daniel was telling me.
Why this mixed messages and feelings from her? I was fucking speechless hearing her sing that night in Miami and the little hope she gave me when she kissed me back and after to shut me down. I know women are complicated but i've never been in this kind of situation and it is frustrating as fuck.
I avoided Kristina in the past days, again like an idiot, in the hope she will reach me. And like a fucking punch in my balls seeing her still with Charles and wasting time with Lewis.
From all the people, why Lewis?
I shook my head to get out of this instrusive thoughts.

Carlos approched us I didn't give a shit about what the Spaniard was saying "yeah, okay mate, we'll join too" i heared Daniel say to him.

"where do we join? " I asked Daniel when we were alone "what the fuck mate, you didn't hear anything?" I shake my head carelessly "Carlos invited us on a dinner, i initially said no, but he insisted "
I get along with almost all the drivers, but there are no friendships between us. Not even between teammates. No, especially not between teammates. But I'm trying my best to not be rude and i can have a decent conversation with some of them.

We paid for the drinks and went into the lobby at Carlos who was with his girlfriend and Alex. Irina's friend. We joined them and soon after I saw Irinaholding hands with Charles and coming in our direction " Are you fucking serious ? I'm not going!" I blurted out. Of course Carlos didn't know and he was looking confused at me "behave yourself, act like you don't care, don't give them any satisfaction" Daniel replied quietly so the others couldn't hear us.
I hate to say it, but he is right. If now I will turn around and refuse to go they'll know i' m bothered by seeing them together. Which I am, not even bothered, i am furious and jealous beyond measure, but they don't need to know my inner pains.

Chosing a chair at the table as far as it was possible from the ones that Irina and Charles were on was the best i could do. But it was insufficent. I still have her in front of my eyes in the arms of another and not mind. I stared intently at the menu althought I knew what I wanted to order, but I was clinging at anything to keep my mind occupied. "Are you trying to memorize the whole thing?" Daniel asked me when it probably became obviously to him as well that I was doing it on purpose.

My blood was boiling every time I saw Charles' hands on her body. She was looking stunning as always and Charles seemed to hold her close possessively. Well, I would have done the same. Maybe even more. I wanted nothing more than to punch the smirk off of his face and knock him out of his seat. But this is real life and I m not in a mood for a scandal. Verstappen attacked Leclerc in a restaurant in Barcelona. All the media going crazy.

I was not a fan of Irina's smoking, but seeing how her beautiful mouth was wrapped on the cigarette I wished I could snatch it away and place something else on her mouth. Well dond Max, now you are fucking hard and it's pressing against the zipper of your jeans.

eventually I tried to lose myself in conversations with others so my mind will stop bringing up scenes of her naked on top of me. Saying my name while I' m fucking her...
I really hope she thinks of me when Charles' hands are touching her.

When Charles leaned his head to kiss her was almost too much to bear. During that small kiss she opened her eyes and looked straight to me. Her gaze met mine and I saw the glimpse of something in her eyes, something that i've seen before.. It is crystal clear that she is in a difficult situation too. I am so fucking angry, angry for the fact that she lacked the courage of admiting her true feelings and act in consequence.

When the dinner was finally over, I stood up as quick as I could, trying to keep my emotions and rage in check. But apparently Carlos was not finished with the night, thus he proposed to take a walk on the streets of the center of Barcelona. Fucking great.
I gave Daniel a certain look so he understands how annoyed i am by this situation

The night was dark, but the city was alive with the sounds of laughter and music. We were walking down the streets and passed a group of latino dancers that were putting on a show for the people that gathered around them.

Out of nowhere, Irina was pulled by one of the dancer guys. Her body entwined in a sensual embrace with that stranger.
What the fuck was Charles doing?? Letting her be exposed in front of so many people. Of course she was dancing amazing considering the fact that she has ear for music. I found myself transfixed by the intimate dance that exuded from her movements, feeling overcome with jealousy that I couldn't have her in that moment.

As they danced, our group cheered loudly, especially Daniel and Carlos. I rolled my eyes back too hard, almost hurting me. "how can she be so beautiful?" I heared Charles speaking to himself next to me. "she doesn't like being told she's beautiful" I mumbled quietly and Charles turned his head towards me "what did you say?"

"Nothing" the song finished and Irina came to us with a strange frightened look on her face  "ayy dios mio" carlos said taking  her by surprise "someone has some latino vibes in her blood" she replied something in spanish and I took the opportunity to turn around and grab Dani by the arm "i want to leave, now!"