No strings attached

70.

"Max?" I said as I looked at Max Verstappen who pulled me with him, kinda gently.
"So I saw you in the Red Bull hotel with another dude and now you're here with Lando?" He raised his eyebrow.
"What did that dude look like?" I asked, he wasn't expecting this, I could see that.
"Uh.. brown hair, tall, tattoos on his arm" I knew exactly who he was talking about.

I shook my head. "That wasn't me, that was Jamie, my sister" I explained.
I don't know what Jamie was planning but I knew she wouldn't stop there.
"Did Lando have sex with her?" I don't know why I asked him, why I didn't trust him.
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It's not as if I am always with him"

Obviously.

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We went back to Lando's room after the party. He was a bit drunk, it didn't really take much to get him drunk and he really needed this, especially after everything that happened, especially after the podium.

He was definitely a flirty drunk because he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"Fuck, you're so sexy" he said as soon as I closed the door behind us.
He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against the wall.
He was standing in front of me, blocking me with his arms.
"What are you doing?" I looked at him. I wasn't really in the mood, also because I couldn't stop thinking about him kissing my sister.
Maybe it was stupid, maybe I should just forget about it.
He clearly did, he didn't seem too bothered about it. Or was he?
"Trying to get you out of your clothes" he slurred a little as he pressed his lips against my neck.
He sucked a little against my skin.

He moved his hands to my ass and picked me up, just to throw me on the bed.
He crawled on top of my and slowly took off my dress.

I let him, hoping he would be able to turn me on. Hoping I wouldn't think about Jamie.
Or him kissing her, touching her.
Fuck.

He didn't seem to mind because his hands brushed over my body, admiring every little thing.
"I promise you baby, one day your body will be carrying all my babies" he mumbled as his lips brushed from my belly up to my collarbone.
"Just so you know, I am on birth control" I said as I looked down at him.
He quickly looked up and smirked. "For now"
He said this because he was drunk right? He didn't mean it.
"You wanna practice?" He chuckled a little, already unzipping his pants.
I wanted this so bad, I wanted him but my mind was picturing them.
Him being on top of her, taking her clothes off and kissing her down her body until he didn't see the birthmarks.

I didn't answer, but he didn't really care because he pulled his pants down and leaned down to the nightstand.
"So now you wanna use a condom?" I snapped. Which he didn't expected nor deserved.
"We don't have to? It's whatever you want" he said as he looked down at me.
"Can we just cuddle tonight?" I asked. He titled his head little, probably confused but he still nodded and laid down next to me.
His arms wrapped around me and he kissed the top of my head softly.

I love him, I really do but I really needed to get these ghosts out of my head.
For my mental health but also his. He didn't deserve this, he needed to focus on his career, not questioning who he was spending the night with.