RACE 2 - Max Verstappen

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Max stared at Daniella as she was talking to Mick and Sebastian just a few meters away from him. Since the last couple of days, she has been a bit distant and looked tense. It frustrated him that she is not being honest with him.

"Hey," Daniel joined the Red Bull driver, hoping to pass a bit of time before FP3 starts. "What are you looking at?"

Max didn't reply and just pointed at Daniella.

Daniel immediately got on guard, remembering his conversation with her last night.

"She is hiding something from me," Max mumbled, completely trusting his guts.

"Wha...what do you mean?" Daniel asked, trying to act cool.

"What part of 'she is hiding something from me' confused you?" Max bluntly asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

Daniel can tell Max is not in a good mood.

"Well..umm...whatever it is, I am sure she will tell you soon."

Max looked at his friend and narrowed his eyes, suspecting something.

Daniella parted ways from the Germans and turned around, making her way to the Mercedes garage when her eyes fell on Max and Daniel. The atmosphere around them was a bit tense and it showed on their face.

She was about to walk over to them, to ask what they were talking about, and also feared that Daniel told Max everything she told him last night. But her way was soon blocked by the Ferrari driver she was avoiding for the last couple of days.

"Trouble in paradise?" he asked, trying to suppress his pleased smile.

There were people and cameras around so Daniella could say or do much.

"No," She sternly replied. "Now move.."

"That means you haven't told him that we kissed, or asked him about Miami," Carlos smirked.

Daniella went pale, and her heart skipped a beat. Max was only a few steps away.

Carlos gave her a challenging look.

Both Max and Daniel noticed her and walked over to her. Max being a bit jealous and protective, wrapped his arm around his girlfriend, suspecting Carlos might be the reason why she is being distant.

"Are you okay?" he asked Daniella before glaring at Carlos.

Daniella nodded and gave him a small smile before looking at Daniel for help.

"We were just talking about Miami," Carlos said, putting on a genuine front. "You know, about that publicity stunt you and Red Bull pulled...and then the party after the race.."

Max stiffened and so did Daniella. If looks could kill Carlos would have been six feet under by now.

"You guys are still talking about Miami?" Daniel let out a laugh. "I already forgot what happened that week."

"Well..some events were pretty unforgettable," Carlos replied, glaring back at Max. "Right, Max?"

The Red Bull driver looked like he was going to have an outburst but stopped when Daniella removed his arm from around her shoulder.

"I have to go, FP3 is about to start," she mumbled and left the scene, feeling nervous, helpless, and scared. She was scared that she is going to lose her boyfriend.

"What did you say to her?" Max demanded to know, anger was evident in his voice and in his eyes.

Carlos chuckled and gave him a challenging look before walking away, not answering his question.