When in Vegas - lestappen - Max x Charles

15. Roommates

Charles pov

I absolutely adore him. He has me at a loss for words. Max is so sweet and kind. He's nothing like Mad Max who I encountered earlier this season. It's so hard to believe they are the same person. My Max is a huge teddy bear.

To my surprise Max brought me breakfast this morning. And he comforted me last night, helping me feel safe and loved. He's been my everything this last week.

I'm sitting here in my garage lovesick over Max mother fucking Verstappen. My competitor, grid mate, and soon to be boyfriend.

I had been called back to Ferrari earlier than I wanted to be, but work is work.

"Oi Charles can I ask you something?" My Spanish team mate walks up to me.

"Yea sure what's up Carlos?" I reply looking up from my daze.

"I want to confess to Lando." Carlos looks extremely nervous and fidgety.

"Go for it man, Lando is practically head over heels for you mate." I happy for him. Carlos and Lando have been making googly heart eyes at each other for years. It's about time.

"How did you tell Max?" Carlos blurts out so fast I can barely comprehend what he said.

"What, me and max aren't what you think we are." I stutter out. Fuck really? Why does this happen as soon as we start seeing each other.

"I'm sorry Charles but everyone knows. We are happy for you both, it was about time. We thought your guy's sexual tension was going to kill us." Carlos laughs out obviously not noting the stress he just gave me.

"Look Carlos, Max and I are just roommates. Nothing more." I really don't want to tell anyone that we are exclusive yet. I want to enjoy us first.

"That's not what Pierre said but ok. How should I ask out Lando?" The Spanish guy asks again.

Stupid Pierre.

"We are in Vegas take him somewhere nice? Like dinner or something? I suggest.

"Thanks Charlie!" Carlos starts walking back in the direction he came in, leaving me with my thoughts of Max. And maybe some homicidal thoughts about Pierre.

Oh god Max. With his thick thighs. And stunning eyes. And his gorgeous face. Fuck.

By the time I'm done thinking about Max I had, had a miss text from him. Gosh can he read my mind or something.

Opening up my phone I see a sweet and not so sweet message.

Chérie

Chérie:
Good luck today Lieverd, see you on the podium. Celebrating might look a little different for us tonight.  ;)

*Message liked*

My face is beat red. God Max what are you doing to me. He always manages to make my heart flutter with the smallest actions. This makes me realize that I really want to see him before the race starts.

Suddenly I get the bright idea to sneak into his garage. I mean how hard can it be? Their colors are dark and mines a bright red.

As I'm starting to sneak out of my garage and into RedBulls, when Christian catches me.

"Charles if you wanted to get a contract with Redbull you just had to ask." He lets out a laugh scaring the hell out of me and causing all the attention in the room focus in on me.

So not were the mechanics looking at me but so were Max and Checo.

"Oh Christian I wasn't sneaking in I just needed to get my phone from Max." I say not realizing that my phone was in my hand.

Max face palms and walks over to me.

Telling Christian he'll be right back Max leads away from prying eyes. Christian raises his eyebrows but stays quiet, just observing us leave.

"Baby what's going on?" Max asks after we got clear from his team.

"I just wanted to see you before the race to wish you good luck. Plus I missed you a bit." I reveal trying not to sound clingy.

Max smiles softly grabbing my wait in one hand and stroking my cheek with the other.

"You're adorable Charlie." Max leans in and I do the same. It's a gentle kiss. Nothing more. He plus away and gives me a hug.

"Be careful Char. Good luck baby." Max says slightly muffled through my shoulder.

"You too Maxie." We pull apart with some struggle. He gives me one last kiss before he starts walking back.

I wait a minute before I go back to my garage.

I head back to my garage practicing skipping in happiness. Max makes me feel like a Sixteen year old girl who just got their first crush.

I don't care who stares. I'm so incredibly happy. I practically jump into my car ready to race. I can tell Carlos is giving me hella side eye but I couldn't care less.

Tonight will be great. I'm starting P1, and I'm going to ask Max to be mine. I'm on top of the world.

I pass Max as I go to line up. I give him a small wave which he returns. I'm practically kicking my feet up and down in my car. Max may have many fans but I'm his biggest.

Ok time to lock in Charles.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!

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