That weekend...

Chapter 14

Alexandrina's POV:

The race in Canada was.. eventful. Sadly Lando didn't finish and Max finished fifth- which is what neither of them wanted. I was so nervous about meeting everyone but it went so well. Lando made me feel so safe. Things are moving faster and faster with him and I'm okay with that.

Todays news paper was posted through my letter box and slapped on to the floor; Tuesday 11th June 2019. As I browsed the pages whilst eating breakfast something caught my eye. 'Young racing prodigy and socialite girlfriend fallout", of course it wasn't front page news but it was still interesting:

"Max verstappen and Adriana Herzog  photographed leaving a restaurant in Montreal after causing a scene inside. The young couple were seen yelling in the street before jumping into an unmarked saloon car, where it is most likely that the argument proceeded. The rumour is that Verstappen has been seen getting comfy with a few up and coming supermodels, all of them wealthy and brunette- Does the Dutchman have a type?"

I couldn't read on, it was like a car crash you wanted to look away but you just couldn't. I can't believe something like this happened although it could be fake news. They were fine on Saturday and Sunday, plus I hadn't heard anything in the paddock and none of the red bull PR officers were in a fuss. However the image inside the news paper showcased it in full view. It looked as if he was chasing after her, she was turned round mid walk pointing at him, her acrylic nails looked like knives. Mascara decorated her under eye and tears looked as if they were about to spill over. The scene looked rather dramatic. His brow was furrowed and his hands were up in defeat. He looked weak and cowardly, like he was being told off for something. And though she was holding back tears she put him in his place.

I dialled her number and put it on speaker and she picked up after three rings.

"I assume I don't need to read you the headline?" I asked

"I would've told you sooner but I had to confront him about it, I'm sor-"

"Don't say sorry, you did what you had to do. But did he actually cheat on you?"

"Not cheated but I think he was planning to. A model came up to our table that evening, Anais Pouliot, she was practically falling over too, probably because of those hideous heels and strangely long limbs, she was saying how she went to Paris with Max and a group of friends and I thought it was suspicious because he said it was only guys going. And obviously she was stood at our table but she stood so close to him and she kept rubbing her hands through his hair, playing with his tie and he lifted his arm up to wrap around her waist,"

"Oh my god right infront of you?! And then what happened?" I replied with urgency and intrigue.

"When she left and our starters came he went to the bathroom and the fool left his phone on the table and I saw messages between them saying how they can't wait to see each other at the next race, which coincidently is a race that I'm not going to because I'm back home visiting. Then obviously we had the whole thing in the restaurant." I could hear the lump in her throat forming, and it seemed as if she was fighting to keep it down. People had thrown themselves at Adriana but she always stuck by Max, even when racing looked like it might not workout she kept him going. He was the only man she'd ever fallen in love with, it was obvious that all this pained her. Adriana loved the spotlight and the people loved her but I think this is the first time she wished she was invisible.

"So he did cheat on you?"

"No he proved to me that they hadn't done anything yet and it checked out. So we haven't broken up or anything but I need him to prove his loyalty. I asked around and people are keeping an eye on him. But for today I'm locking myself away in my penthouse," she sighed, "I can't bare to go out I look like a stooge. I'm fucking mortified- have you checked your phone? The stuff people are saying is crazy." as she said this I had a scroll through twitter on my laptop and my god were people grilling the two of them; The racing driver cheating? I saw it coming, she's a rich socialite who cares- people are dying... the list went on and on.