❝They hate each other.❞
❝No, they don't. Not really.❞
In the high-stakes world of Formula 1 racing, Aurora Prince faces her toughest challenge yet as she makes her debut with Porsche during the 2025 season. Haunted by grief and fueled by determinati...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN;
A One Time Thing
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Aurora slowly blinked her eyes open, her head throbbing with the unmistakable ache of a hangover. The dim light filtering through the curtains seemed to intensify the pounding in her temples, and she groaned softly as she tried to recall the events of the previous night. As she shifted in bed, a weight beside her drew her attention, and her heart skipped a beat as the memories came flooding back.
Max.
With a sense of dread settling in the pit of her stomach, Aurora turned her head slowly, bracing herself for the confirmation of what she already knew. There he was, lying beside her, his face twisted in discomfort as he groaned softly. The lines of tension etched across his features mirrored the turmoil swirling inside her own mind.
Fuck.
The realization hit them both like a bolt of lightning, and they exchanged a look of mutual horror as they recalled the blurry fragments of their drunken escapades from the night before. Images flickered through Aurora's mind like shards of broken glass, each one more unsettling than the last.
"We... we didn't," Aurora began, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find the words to articulate the magnitude of their mistake.
Max groaned in response, his hands burying his face as if to shield himself from the harsh light of reality. "We did," he admitted, his voice muffled by his palms. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the consequences of their reckless actions.
Aurora felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she replayed the events of the previous night in her mind. The shots, the dancing, the reckless abandon...
Charles.
Each memory seemed to sear itself into her consciousness, leaving behind a trail of regret and confusion.
"We were so drunk," she muttered, her voice tinged with regret as she buried her face in her hands, unable to bear the weight of their mistake. The realization of what they had done weighed heavily on her, casting a shadow over the dimly lit room.
Max nodded in agreement, his own hangover-induced misery mirroring her own. "I don't even remember how it happened," he confessed, his voice filled with self-loathing. The lines of tension etched across his features spoke volumes, a testament to the turmoil raging inside him.
As they lay there in silence, the reality of their situation sinking in, Aurora couldn't help but feel a sense of profound unease. What had they done? And where did they go from here? The air felt heavy with unspoken words, each one a reminder of the chasm that now lay between them.
