Upon her laughing at my struggle, a smile naturally creeps onto my face. "Sorry. What I mean to say is I would like for you to come with me. If you come, you could finally know what my job is." She grins widely. "Because you are not a mechanic, but you won't tell what your real job is." "Exactly, but if you come..." She presses her lips together and then pouts slightly. "I can't." My smile drops. "I'm sorry, Max, my flight leaves Thursday morning." Disappointed, I shrug in an attempt to play it casual. "It's okay," I say softly, and she scrunches her nose at the pet name. "But tell me the truth, would you have come if you were staying longer?" She smiles widely and I mimic her. "Depends, would you continue acting like an asshole?" I chuckle. I know she will never let that go, and weirdly it brings me joy because that means that she will never forget the day we met. And I don't want her to forget it because it is forged forever in my mind. I am bound by that day, but if I am bound, she should be too. I want us to be bound forever by that day. "Maybe. Depends if you will text me this time." "Then maybe." With a grin on my face, I reply, "Maybe is good enough for now." A lie. Truly, maybe is not enough, but I will wait for her forever if it is necessary. I barely know her, but I want her to like me at least a portion of how much I like her because her mere presence makes me happy, and I believe I have the same effect on her. ------------------------------- Two pressured souls to succeed, longing for love. Max Verstappen, a seemingly ruthless driver, finds himself drawn to Vanessa Teixeiro, the sweetest soul with many secrets he is eager to unravel. Two sides of the same coin collide and can't seem to escape the other. Vanessa knows she should keep her distance from him, as he is too tempting for her, especially at the wrong time. However, Max is determined to keep crossing paths with her. He has fallen for her, but will she fall for him too?

"I warn you, don't fall for me," he said, but fell instead.

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Posting a chapter every day!

"Can I do something stupid?" In which Max Verstappen had to work hard to be in the spotlight, and where Elia Schumacher was born into it. "Stay," he murmured. "Just for tonight." ••• *all artwork and images are not mine; found on public sites; all credit to the original creators*

Belle Russell is the sister of racing driver George Russell and when she becomes the first female driver in Formula 1, she didn't expect that she and her teammate would have a hard time getting along.

What happens when Max's old rival joins Ferrari? Will knives or feelings fly?

Max Verstappen has made a name for himself, you either love him or hate him. If you know him, then you know what he is known for. His aggressiveness, arrogance, and competitiveness have been repeatedly seen by the general public. However, there is a side to him that very few could see-maybe only his family, maybe only her. Maeve Jansen is a very well-known actress, also commonly known as Max Verstappen's ex-girlfriend. They were each other's first, and that means a lot. But both have moved on, even if they still maintain contact. However, an unhealthy obsession can ruin everything they've built over the years, and all the peace they've found could be burned to the ground.