Off the Track Series | Book 4
The Verstappen family is known around the world.
Catapulted into fame by racing championships and spicy interviews.
But no one knows hidden, quiet Ally K.
Until she makes a bold move that changes her world forever.
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Despite the exhaustion pulling at my eyes while getting ready, I haven't been able to sleep in two solid days and tonight will be no different. Every night since he left I just stare at the ceiling and listen to the silence, horrifically awake.
The other pillow still smells like him.
Just the thought is almost enough to bring me to tears. Tears like quiet screams trapped in my chest, burrowing deep into my bones with suffocating need for release. A release I don't deserve. So night after night I lay on the same bed staring into the darkness and letting the pain eat me alive.
I deserve it.
He deserves more.
Now we both know it's true.
After three full days of hibernating at home, the girls insist on taking me somewhere besides the gym, work or home. I'm so not up for partying that I tried to avoid the group text but... Cat knows where I live and insisted on picking me up, so I knew it was a losing battle.
No use fighting when I have so little energy as is.
I hear her coming before I see her.
"Oh my God, I'm going to fucking pee my pants! I'm letting myself in!" Cat barrels through my door and practically knocks me into the hall closet. We have dinner plans tonight, but instead of waiting for me outside she ran to my door in what I can only describe as a pee panic.
I've heard this happens but honestly Cat and Amelia are some of the first people I've actually known to be preggo so this is a first.
It's almost enough to make me laugh despite the pain weighing me down like a thousand ton.
Her heels slap my tile at a horrific volume on her mad race to the bathroom. She's in too much of a hurry to close the door, and seconds later I hear the faint tinkle hitting the porcelain.
"Where are your manners bitch?" I call out from my bedroom while slipping on socks.
"They left me after the third coffee!"
Okay then.
About two seconds after the toilet flushes Cat drifts her way into my room with a hug, much more relaxed "You look fucking amazing!" Her gaze drifts to the cluttered mess my coffee table and stops there shifting to concern "Do you need me to get you a maid?"
Really?
"I'll get to it," I turn to Cat, soaking up her head to two bubblegum pink ensemble "Obsessed with your set. Shall we head out now?"
"Sure. You've been so busy since we got back I'm so excited for girls night!" She marvels as Iock up behind us "Racing, moving, this press stuff..."
"That's only three things.." Honestly there's nothing impressive about how I'm handling the work load either. Physically I may be at peak condition but my home is a wreck, my heart is in shambles and I'm never sure of my next move.
