When in Vegas - lestappen - Max x Charles

19. Meet Me Halfway

Charles pov
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My meeting with Fred turns out to be a meeting that included Christian and Max.

"Christian, Max." I greet them politely trying to keep it professional.

"Sit Charles, we know." Fred tells me, he's obviously not too thrilled to be having this conversation.

"I beg your pardon?" Dumb brunette stereotypes don't fail me now.

"Sorry Char, Christian found out." Max hangs his head. He must feel terrible. We literally haven't been together for over a week, and we've already been found out. What the fuck is up with our luck.

Christian is the first to actually speak up. "Look we have nothing against you boys going out, what you do in your spare time is yours. But you are of rival teams, so we need to discuss some things."

Max and I nod along staying silent waiting for the ball to drop.

"Yes, Christian and I believe that a formal agreement is necessary for the future of our teams and your careers." Fred adds onto Christian's statement.

"So what are you preposing?" Max asks being the more extroverted out of the two of us.

"A contract. All it states is that neither of you are allowed to share confidential team information."

"I'm ok with that, it's not like we talk about it much anyway." Fred hands me my contract and Max his.

I carefully read my though. Just in case there's more in there.

I look over to Max who's also reading the contract. He looks over at me and nods. We both sign it.

"Media will not know about this, correct?" I ask before we all leave.

"Not unless you tell them. But besides us no one else was in the room where this happened." Christian reassures me shaking my hand and Fred's leaving without Max.

Fred follows him out leaving me alone with Max.

"So liefde, what time do you have to leave for Monaco?" He asks me walking closer to me.

"Depends, do you have something in mind?" Max was inches in front of me looking hot as ever, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I was thinking-"

"You think?" I interpret him, the joke being too good to pass on. Max rolls his eyes. He hates my version of humor.

"Yes, Charles I was thinking" he pauses for a moment to see if I'll interrupt again before he continues. "Maybe you wanted to fly back with me...in my private jet?"

I let out a little laugh. He was flexing do hard on me right now and I couldn't care less. He was trying to be romantic, and I found that incredibly sweet.

I give him a smile. "Of course, Maxie when do we leave?"

He places a kiss on my lips. "At midnight, I have a few plans for us for before we leave."

I return his kiss.

"Well let's get out of here then Mr. Verstappen." I give him a coy smile as I lead him out of the Ferrari hospitality here in Vegas.

We do our best to hide from lingering eyes but after the stunt we pulled yesterday the entire media had their eyes out for us.

And just like the thirsty blood hounds they are Max, and I are swarmed by reports as soon as we step out of my team's hospitality. Photos are being taken left and right not allowing us to escape, then the questions flood in.

"Mr. Verstappen! MR. VERSTAPPEN! Where were you last night, and why are you here today at Ferraris hospitality?" one lady at the front of the pack asks approaching closer trying to get whatever she could out of max.

Max is frozen unable to get away, I take his hand and yank him back inside the Ferrari building that we just came out of.

"Excuse me miss, can you get security please?" Politely I ask a young woman at the front desk; she nods and excuses herself to phone the buildings head of security.

I look over to check on Max, he's quietly standing in a corner trying to make himself as small as possible. "Maxie are you ok?" I look him over checking to see if he was injured.

"I swear if I get a few more questions, I think I'll headbutt someone." He laughs after quoting one of his earlier interviews. I can't help but also laugh, we just love quoting ourselves. Before we can talk about what just transpired, we are abruptly interrupted by security.

"Mr. Leclerc, Mr. Verstappen, please follow me we will be exiting through a different route to ensure your safety." He tells us in all seriousness. He turns and starts walking urging us to follow.

"We will be exiting trough a side door to a car which is already waiting for you. It will transport you back to the hotel, we have already informed the staff there. They will take over and sneak you back in and then back out to the airport." He nods leads us out and into the car just like he explained.

The car's door is closed, and we take off. I look over at Max, we both have a confused look on our faces. It all happened so fast we couldn't believe it. He bursts out laughing and soon I follow. What a hell of a day this turned out to be.

"I'm sorry liefde, I guess we are heading back to Monaco earlier than planned." He takes my hand and kisses it.

"I don't mind as long as I get to go back with you Cheri." I give him a small smile while we hold hands in the back of an SUV with reporters and paparazzi chasing us.

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