Black Widow - Part 2

3.

"Do you even know what to do here?" He asked as we were walking to the media pen.

"Stand next to you and be pretty? I have a bit of experience with that" I shrugged.

But no, I had no idea what to do if I was honest.

Give him a few nudges when he said something stupid and record the whole thing? Was that what I needed to do?

Then he should expect a lot of nudges, his side will be blue because he says a lot of stupid things.

He chuckled and stopped as soon as we reached the media pen.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I don't remember what I should do here" he looked at me with a smirk. "I think you have to guide me, pretty girl"

Was he serious right now?

I thought he would be scared, nervous to be around me. But he wasn't. Not at all.
He knew what I was capable of and he still didn't bat an eye.

"God, you're so annoying" I said as I pushed him to a journalist that was clearly waiting for him.

He immediately turned serious, he always took his job seriously, that's what I liked about him.

Liked, past tense.

Max Verstappen was staring at me, narrowing his eyes a little. He was probably trying to remind himself where he knew me from.

I looked back at him, which made him break our eye contact.

He didn't know who I was, he just knew I used to date Lando, but he didn't know the real me. Or maybe Lando told him?

It wouldn't surprise me.

A hand on my back shook me out of my thoughts. "If you're done checking Max out, then please move" Lando whispered.

"I wasn't checking him out" I snorted.

"Then move" he nudged me a little, pushing me to the next journalist, where he did his little talk again.

Should I be listening to everything he was saying? I was failing miserably at that because I just wasn't interested.

It were all lies, stupid things, more lies.

So instead of listening to him, I looked at him. He didn't change that much, except that he got a lot fitter too.

His arms were more muscular than what I remembered, he was a lot tanner as well. He embraced his curls more, definitely the right thing to do because they were perfect.

And that stupid necklace was still hanging around his neck. That necklace that he promised would be dangling on my body when we had sex.

It did. It definitely did.

But now I just wanted to rip it off and throw it in a pit of fire.

"If you're done checking me out now..-" he said as he turned his face to me. "I wasn't checking you out" I quickly said.

"Then fucking move" he pushed me, a gentle push. "Are you just here to annoy me?"

"Pretty much yeah"

He sighed, grabbed my arm, but he did it once again not in a rough way and pulled me out of the media pen, to the side.

"Listen Bon, you think I ratted you out and that's fine, but don't fucking mess with my job"

"You messed with my life, you wanted me lock-"

"I fucking saved you!" He interrupted me, put his hand on the wall behind me. "You would be locked up if it wasn't for me"

"No, I would be locked up if your plan worked"

He frowned, shook his head. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You called the police, I know you did" I leaned closer to him, if you didn't know better, you would think we would kiss. "And you're gonna regret that so much"

I wanted to walk away, pushed him away, but he grabbed my arm again, this time a lot less gentle.

"For the first time in years, I finally have a competitive car and I can finally race for the championship" he looked at me, his eyes turned a shade darker. "You're not gonna mess that up, understood?"

I frowned. "No sorry, I can't hear you over all the lies you told me"

And with that, I took my arm back in one quick motion and walked away.

Oh I was so gonna mess with his championship chances.