The anatomy of a champion • I •

53.

*****Irina******

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Me and Charles went up to my hotel room. I was still quite happy about the little dance but I saw Charles was not in a good mood, his face straight and he was ignoring me. And it all started when i was dancing and he was next to Max.
Fuck!
Did Max told him about our ki-
"why don't you like to be told that you are beautiful? And why the fuck does Max knows that and i don't?" Charles interupted my inside worries by shouting at me, making me flinch. "What do you mean?" I asked bemused "which part was not clear? or do you want me to tell you in another language?"

Wow, this was a part of Charles i didn't know, and frankly it made me angry "where this attiude came from ? " I shouted back "Yes, i don't like to recieve compliments based on my looks" I wasbreathing rapidly and my neck veins where pulsating faster than usual "Character, personality, strenght, that makes the beauty of a woman. I show up you are stunned by my appereance that i had zero contribution on. But let me talk to you for a couple minutes to blow your mind" I was gesticulating too much and pacing through the room while Charles was siting at the edge of the bed listening to my monologue without uttering a word. "And you were aware from the beggining that I had a thing with Max. So why the sudden surprise ? You never asked about him until now"

"Because i saw the way you looked at each other during the dinner" Charles stood up and threw his hands angrily in the air, making accusations. His tone of voice high.
I stand still because I know he was telling the truth. I was feeling like shit. Because this, this situation I was trying to avoid. I went in front of him "that's not true, look at me Charles" i took his face in my hands and turned it towards me "i'm with you, i want this, us to work out. I'm willing to be happy with you" as soon as the words came out of my mouth there was some intrusive voices in my head saying and the Nobel Prize for the best liar goes to.......drums roll.....Irina"

I pulled him in for a kiss and my hands trailed down on his body, unzipping his jeans.
Good job Irina. Sex is the answear to escape facing the reality.
I pushed Charles on the bed and climbed on top of him. Not even bothering to undress myself, just putting aside my underwear so I can guide his cock inside of me.  It was like i wanted to fuck him or to fuck the problems away. I gasped when he filled me up and started to move my body up and down in a rhythmic motion, while his hands were resting on either side of my waist. He pushed me down switching places. Anxiously he removed my underwear and threw them somewhere in the room.
Taking his cock in his hand and hardly putting it inside me. His thrusts were like never before. Quite roughly and oh so deep. Wrapping his left hand on my neck and choking me "you're all mine" he said between gritted teeth whilst fucking me harder than ever.

The image of Max flashed in my head and while I was about to lose consciousness I couldn't get him out of my mind "Charles, stop!" I screamed and pushed him off of me. I ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER i talked to myself in the mirror between quiet sobs. Charles knocked on the door "Irina, please, come out"

After washing my face I went back in the room " please forgive me, did i hurt you?"
Oh God. He was thinking I got hurt during sex or that i didn't enjoyed it "no, you didn't. I like some raw sex from time to time" I smiled slightly and he sighed in relief  "just having a lot in my mind and i panicked. But it has nothing to do with you" luckly he bought my lie and gently stroked my hair  "let's go in bed, should i bring you a glass of water?" I nodded and got under the covers sheets.

Charles rested next to me pulling me into his arms. Before falling asleep i had my head wrapped around what Charles said earlier. When did Max told him about what i don't like. But mostly why is he speaking about me at all.
Fuck him! 
I made the decision to go and confront Max to clarify some shits. This can not keep happening.

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Back on track, like almost every saturday, the Ferrari cars managed to seal good positions on the grid for sunday. Charles secured the fastest lap putting himself on the first row ahead of Max. I was anxiously waiting for the drivers to finish their post-qualifications interviews so I can have a conversation with Max.

At the Redbull garage all the eyes turned on me when I stepped in  "hello and sorry if i m disturbing, can anyone tell me where i can find Verstappen?" I said in a serious manner hoping that no one could see that heaven and hell were colling inside of me. One of the mechanics pointing to Max's driver room.

Taking a deep full breath I knocked at the door and soon after Max opened it. "Can we talk?" He didn't say anything just opened the door wider and invited me in the small room. It was pretty basic, a sofa, a table with a chiar and a TV. " Why do you talk about me with Charles?" I didn't waste any time and went straight to the point. Confusion came across Max's face "i don't" he replied briefly. "Max, please don't lie to my face. But most important just stop talking about me with him, with anyone in fact!" Max rolled his eyes at me and sat on the sofa while I remained standing " troubles in paradise?" he said in an ironic way "that's none of your bussines" I raised my voice a little "oh wait, i forgot you also tried Lewis. You can now make a top 3 of your favorites"
What?! I could not believe what I was hearing and he just seemed very proud of what he said. Is this the guy I have feelings for? God, how low are my standards?

"You are fucking unbelieveble, clearly me coming here was a mistake, thinking i could have a decent conversation with you" silly stupid me. When I opened my mouth wanting to tell him to leave me be, so I can have a normal relationship, his phone screen lit up and the exs name appeared. He might have super time of reaction but I also have an egle's eye.
I'm just sick of this charade, when it is clear I am the only stupid one in this equation "moreover, what happened between us, was the biggest mistake of my life" I felt I should somehow attack him although my heart was aching. I went to the door wanting to leave as soon as possible, but Max stood up and reached the door before I did "you know that's not true" his proximity was draining me of myself. But I was so angry of him and supressed the need of slaping him "step aside Max" I demanded keeping my true feelings in check "or what?" Max had a sly smile at the corner of his mouth "or i will scream "