LOVE OR RIDE | LESTAPPEN

Chapter twenty-nine - white roses

There are sexual scenes in the chapter, which should not be read by younger readers. You read at your own risk. (btw I can't write such things very well, forgive me...).

Charles

I wince, feeling a headache and a desert in my mouth right after waking up. I start looking next to me for water and pills, as if they were magically supposed to be there, and to my surprise, they are there. I open my eyes, seeing a bottle of water on the cabinet next to the bed with a pain pill next to it. I immediately take it and sip it, realizing it's not my room. I furrow my eyebrows, looking around, and it takes me about a dozen seconds before I realize this is Max's room. I relax, slowly getting out of bed. I look in the mirror, seeing that I'm wearing his T-shirt and boxers. Great, he took me drunk into his house to undress and look at me.

"Max?" I ask, walking out of the living room. In the distance I notice my wet clothes on the radiator, which were probably all covered in my vomit, so I immediately change my focus, looking around the living room.

Suddenly I see Max asleep on the couch, covered with a blanket, with a sweatshirt rolled under his head as a pillow. I press my lips together, walking up to him and leaning in, kissing his forehead. He wrinkles his eyebrows, mumbling something under his breath, and turns toward in the opposite direction, continuing to sleep. I don't want him to be sleep-deprived, so I return to the bedroom, taking a sweatshirt and pants from his closet, which I put on and return to the living room, writing a message to him on my phone, which was lying next to the water bottle.

To: Max
I didn't want to wake you up. I have to go to a meeting with Ferrari, but we can spend the evening together.

I put on my shoes and leave the hotel room. I reluctantly call Carlos, who, like me, is fed up with today and doesn't want to go there. I ask him to pick me up, which he does without any problem, and we walk into the Ferrari seat as if we were brought here by force, and we kind of are. We don't smile, and everyone around us knows we were partying last night, so they don't tire us out with greetings. Just passing by they smile and we nod. We finally enter the office, sitting down in front of the desk and trying not to fall asleep sitting down.

Throughout the meeting we try to listen to what the Ferrari director and key mechanics have to say. Suddenly a notification comes on my phone, so I discreetly take it out and look at the message from Max.

From: Max
You promised me a date yesterday. I'll be there to pick you up around six in the evening.

I bite my lip to keep from smiling like an idiot as I read the message and turn off my phone before anyone sees that I'm not listening.

We spend the next few hours at the office, and then Pierre, with whom I spend a lot of time doing nothing, visits me in my hotel room. We sit, watch movies and gossip - our favorite activities.

"I have a date in an hour." I say suddenly, cutting into his sentence as he expresses an opinion, or rather calls Hamilton horrible, because he saw his post on Instagram and has to criticize it.

"You have... What do you have? In an hour! Charles! Why didn't you say so before!" he shouts at me panicked. I furrow my eyebrows, not understanding what he means. Suddenly he gets out of bed and starts looking for clothes in the closet. "Go take a bath, you stink." he says suddenly, throwing me his boxers.

"You're nice." I roll my eyes, but do what he asks me anyway.

I take a quick shower, feeling much better than before. I don't even have a headache anymore, nor do I feel like I'm about to vomit. I stand in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth for the fifth time today to get rid of the taste of alcohol. When I return to my room, socks, a white shirt and black suit pants are lying on the bed. I look at it with raised eyebrows, having no idea why Pierre is preparing me so excessively for a simple date.