When in Vegas - lestappen - Max x Charles

4. Definitely On My Mind

Max pov

I just love messing with Charles. He may not know what I said, but it definitely got to him. I could see his eyes tracking, me stalking any minute movement. Why not mess with him a bit. It's not like he's gay.

I look at my phone to see I have a missed call and a text from Danny. I should probably text him back. I open his contact.

Honey badger

Hey Maxie I tried calling you

Yea I know ow that's why Im texting you back man

lol just wanted to tell you that breakfast closes at Noon so don't miss it

Thanks Danny I won't

*message liked*

As soon as I finished texting Danny, I hear the bathroom door slam shut really fucking loudly. Damn is he trying to rip the door off its hinges. Drawn to the noise I turn around to find a practically naked Charles Leclerc right before me. His beautiful body was wrapped in nothing but a white towel that hung perfectly low on his hips.

"Holy shit hij is heet. (Holy shit he's hot)" I end up whispering without wanting too. With that I catch Charles immediate attention

"Maxie didn't take you for the ogling type, nice to know you're not shy" Charles teases me, giving me a wink as he goes to grab his clothes. I stay looking with my mouth wide open. Such cockiness. And since when does he call me 'Maxie'.

"As much as I'd like to put on a private show, we need to go get breakfast." Charles reminds me blushing slightly. I guess he can't be confident for long.

"I don't know you were desperate for my attention Schat. You could have just asked and I'd be all yours." I smirk at him. Two can play that game. I can see Charles blush more than he already is. So maybe he's not as straight as I thought he was, duly noted.

"As much as I'd love to keep this conversation going I need to change so turn around or something." Charles answers trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

I put my hands up and slowly turn around sneaking one last peek of his long toned torso. Shit I can feel my face getting hot.

"Okie done. You can turn around again" Charles tells me softly. Was his voice always that relaxing? Was it always that comforting? His voice was like velvet. I snap myself out of those thoughts. I'm just having low blood sugar and that's why I'm hallucinating.

I make a quick exit tying to not look at Charles. I know I like men and women, but I can't like him. Charles is my forbidden fruit. We have known each other since our youth. We are competitors, coworkers, enemies. Hes the sun of Maranello and I am the rain of Milton Keynes. He's someone I can't have.

"Uh max don't you need you phone and wallet." Charles voice snaps me from my focus for getting away from him.

"Yea, yes thank you" he hands me my wallet and cell phone. Our hands briefly collide, I feel his warmth wishing that I could actually hold his hand. I'm sure it's calloused but soft. I realize I'm starring into his eyes. Well this just got uncomfortable. Without saying anything more I turn back around and head for the door.

Charles does the same. It's a quiet elevator ride to the dining hall. I know it weird for us to arrive together but I don't feel like caring right now.

I immediately spot Danny and power walk it over to his table. While out of my peripheral vision Leclerc heads to Pierre's table.

Charles pov

Max is acting weird. Did I make him uncomfortable? I didn't mean to flirt, he started it. I look at Pierre who's downing some fruit with waffles.

"Ill Prestilino has arrived!" He shouts loudly, as if trying to embarrass me.

"Good morning to you to Pierre, can you lower your voice a bit. I'm still a bit sleepy." I say trying to reason with him.

"Oh long night in paradise, right?"  Pierre smirks. Acting as if I have a damn clue to what he's referring too.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I say trying to not sound pissed off.

"A little honey badger told me that you, my little garçon amoureux (lover boy), is rooming with a certain, Dutch lion" Pierre states, smiling even more than he already is.

Oh my lord. Does he think that.. me and max.. in his room.. us. What the fuck. Oh hell no. Max doesn't even like me like that.

"Pierre, what the hell are you referring to when you say that" I'm really starting to sound pissed now.

"Well mon ami, I happen to be a good gossip girl with the marvelous Daniel Ricardo. And last night he texts me a code purple. He told me you and your little problème d'amour (love problem) are spending some longgg nights together eh" Pierre happily explains to me. That hoe Daniel Ricardo is so dead and so is Pierre.

I immediately do a 180 to look at Daniel. I give him my most haunting death stare. I know he knows, we make eye contact. I give him the finger while doing the neck slicing motion. The fear in his eyes almost make me feel better. I turn back around to look at Pierre. He's scared too.

"You're a dead man walking." I stand but to get my food leaving Pierre there to think about what just happened. What is Max going to say about this. Did Daniel say something to anyone else? I'm so fucked.

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