Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

When Ways Part - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: This is for little-miss-maaike !

Warning: sexual content

"I can't do this anymore, Max". You said, your eyes filled with tears. "W-What? What do you mean?". Max rushed to take you into his arms as he just came back from a race week. "You're away for so many days and I can't come with you all the time, we're floating so far away from each other". You said, biting your lip not to cry.

"But, princess, you know you can always come along with me". Max said, cupping your cheeks. You took a step back and shook your head.

"I have my study here in Monaco, Max. I can't just leave, I've told you so many times!". Your voice raised. "I've told you many times that you can quit your study, I can take care of us both". Max crossed his arms over his chest.

"Really? Did you really think that I want to suddenly quit my study, where my parents and I spend a lot of money on? My parents aren't as rich as yours, Max. Can you get that into that stubborn head of yours?".

Max opened his mouth to protest, however you lifted your hand to shut him up. "And how many pretty girls you see, it makes me so insecure, so miserable". Your tone softened. "Babe, if you really think about it that way...".

You gasped as the 'maybe you should leave' didn't fly over his lips, but he thought it for sure.

Max blinked as the door slammed close in his face, you had packed your bags and simply left. He wanted to slap himself in the face for saying that, it was the heat of the moment and he never meant to say it that way.

You drove back home, you still had an apartment that was more of an office whenever you had more work to do and you were glad about it. You had packed a couple bags with just some necassery things, you'd come back later when he's gone.

You were too fed up with everything to cry at the moment and you just grabbed a spoon and the bucket of chocolate ice cream, not really caring about acting like a typical teen girl who had her first heartbreak.

To get all of your emotions out, you got your another typical teengirl movie: The Notebook. Oh yes, you already looked forward to crying so you could finally get rid of the heavy felling on your chest. You curled up on the couch and started eating the guilthy pleasure. Of course the movie didn't help to get your mind off Max, you only started crying harder due to the thought of your, probably now, ex-boyfriend.

You got up with a frustrated groan as someone knocked rather loud on the door, it's one in the night, go the fuck to sleep or something. You quickly checked if you didn't have any chocolate on your lips and you wiped the mascara stains from your cheek.

You swung the door open. "What?". You hissed and took a step back in surprise as it was Max. "Doll, I'm so sorry". He said and didn't hesitate to wrap you up in his arms. He smelled so nice, his arms so strong and warm around you, you couldn't do anything else but hug him back.

Your fingers clenched the material of his shirt between them. "I never meant to hurt you like that". Max mumbled and his fingers brushed over your chin to make you look up at him. Your bloodshot eyes looked back at his brighter ones and his heart ached as he saw your normally, sparkling eyes so red and puffy now.

"It's okay". You muttered back, not really knowing what else to say. "It's not, please baby let me show you how much I love you". Max's lips ghosted over the side of your face, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"I know this isn't a formal way to make it up, but I missed you". Max's lips now brushing over your jaw, getting closer to your own lips and you bit down on your lower one, not able to resist Max fucking Verstappen. The Red Bull driver smashed your lips together, letting you move your hands to his chest and shoulders.