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"She'll be fine with Anaïs now come on." Dollie said as she tugged Elijah's arm. Within twenty minutes of leaving the AirBNB they were at a flashy club in Paris, Elijah had gone to the bar to get drinks, and Dollie was walking from the bathroom.
Elijah turned and nearly knocked Max Verstappen over. "Shit I'm so sorry." Elijah apologised, Eve was a big fan of him, so naturally Elijah was one too.
"What'd you order babe?" Dollie asked Elijah as she approached, not realising Max was there, in an effort to get revenge, she had slept with Max when she was a year postpartum, she had wanted to feel sexy about herself again, and sleeping with her ex's favourite F1 driver was the perfect way.
"Delores, it's been a while." Max said, both of them seemingly ignoring Elijah's existence as Dollie replied. "Yeah it has."
"You two've met?" Elijah questioned, Dollie nodded, grabbing onto his hand to reassure him. "Yeah, it was twenty twenty one or something, at an event we both got invited to." She answered. Elijah gave a nod. "It was lovely meeting you Elijah, but I need to go." Max said before grabbing his drinks and walking off.
Dollie felt Elijah turn to her once they'd sat down and he'd brought their drinks to the table. "You two shagged, didn't you?"
"Once." She nodded. Elijah gritted his teeth.
"Do you expect a list of every single man I have ever slept with, and statistics for that too?" She countered his irritated glare with venom filled words.
"I do actually." He nodded, he didn't need to know, but he wanted to.
She held up a hand "You." She put one finger down. "Max." She put another finger down. "Harrison." Her middle finger was lowered. "Declan." She put down a fourth finger. "You want a list of kisses too?" She questioned.
He scoffed. "I'm over reacting Dol I know."
"Do work kisses count?" She wondered aloud, Elijah scowled "Just don't. Don't do this. Let's just kiss, make up, and fuck."
