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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By the time we leave the car rolls to a stop from the station it's officially official, I'm filing today under 'the worst day of my life'. And it's about to get a whole lot worse.
From the car, I stare at the hotel through rainy windows contemplating if I should go in or not.
Decisions, decisions...
Except my decision is already made.
I just don't like it. After the day we've had Max was hesitant to let me out of his sight and now that I'm here, I'm also second-guessing the decision to have this conversation today. Anxiety has basically cemented my feet to the ground as is. What in the world am I going to say?
I've been avoiding him like the plague since my victory dinner two nights ago.
Lando has made it pretty clear he's pissed, understandably so—he has every reason to be mad, I've handled this entire situation completely wrong. Yet, here I am with a box of stupid Oreos willing to walk away from the only person I've ever really wanted so save his own heart.
Amidst all the phone calls, emergency therapy appointment, interviews and relived nightmares of the day one thing became apparently: I have to end whatever this is between us.
Lando deserves better than this. Better than me.
Mostly because to continue without coming clean with the whole truth would be wrong.
No.
After the hell of the day I have some clarity still, that doesn't make it any easier to open knock on his door. The weight on my shoulders is so heavy I'm moving like a damn snail. I've been standing here for an outrageous amount of time now, trying and failing a thousand times to decide how to broach this topic with the boy who holds my heart.
I don't think I can do this.
Out of nowhere, Lando yanks the door open with such speed we almost tackle each other.
"Ally?" He's so shocked I can't bear to look at him "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, what's up?" I shift back and forth anxiously "Sorry to just barge in. I need to talk to you about something... and I brought you Oreos."
His dark eyes fall to the box and then back up to me, completely unimpressed "Something?"
"Yes..." My gaze slides to Lando, more than a little startled to find he's staring right at me. A half-lidded gaze, blackened by the type of recklessness that makes your survival instinct want to kick in. The type that'd make you cross the road if you saw it in the eye of a stranger, or jump back out of an Uber if it greeted you in the rearview mirror.
He tosses a thumb to the door, jaw locked mysteriously.
Here goes nothing.
Because I'm not a well person, the second I'm inside I turn to the liquor wall. Not because his expression scares me, but because I know it shouldn't heat the space between my thighs.
