madelynscott 3h
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The last few days in Croatia flew by. Before they knew it, Madelyn, Ellis, and Isla were back at Heathrow Airport. After two days of resting up, it was time for Madelyn to leave again, this time for Monaco. From London, she flew to Nice. From Nice, Max had arranged for a helicopter to fly her to Monaco. At Nice, there were too many people who would be able to see them, while at the helicopter platforms in Monaco, there was often no one in sight.
After half an hour of flying, the helicopter landed in Monte Carlo. With some help from the pilot, she climbed out of the vehicle, then removed her suitcase. In one hand, she held the handle of her suitcase, and with the other, she squeezed her ear shut against the loud noise coming from the helicopter behind her. She walked between the platforms to the exit, where she quickly recognized the dark gray Aston Martin DB11. Max stood leaning against the side of the nose of the car, dressed in a white shirt, dark blue jeans, and white sneakers. His hands were in both pants pockets as he watched her walk in his direction with a smile.
As she got closer to him, he pushed himself off the hood and took a few steps in her direction as he opened his arms. Madelyn set her suitcase beside them and wrapped her arms around his waist as his found a way around her shoulders. Max pressed some kisses in her hair while she took in the smell of him she had missed for two weeks.
"Hey, gorgeous. I missed you," Madelyn heard Max mumble against her hair. She pulled herself out of their hug and looked up at him.
"I missed you too," she smiled at him. Her gaze switched to his lips, and Max saw it too. In response, he connected their lips with a slow but passionate kiss. Madelyn felt like she was melting in his arms. After a couple of seconds, their lips separated. Max finally let go of her and grabbed the suitcase next to them.
"I can carry my own suitcase, you know?" Madelyn chuckled as she watched how Max carried her bag to the trunk of his car.
"Let me be a gentleman, okay?" Max said and opened the back of his car. Max placed her suitcase next to his, which just fitted in the small space of the Aston Martin.
"Ready for a road trip?" Max asked and closed the trunk. Madelyn nodded and got in the passenger seat while Max took place behind the wheel. He started his car, let the engine roar a few times to scare his girlfriend, and then drove away from the helicopter platforms.
"Are you finally going to tell me where we are going?" Madelyn asked after a couple of minutes of driving. She looked to her left and saw Max shaking his head.
"Just be patient. You'll eventually see where we are going," Max grinned and quickly looked back at her before focusing on the road again. Madelyn let a somewhat frustrated sigh escape, much to Max's joy. He had learned in the past two years they had known each other that she hated surprises. However, that only made it more fun for him to do it.
"Did anyone from the team contact you yet?" Max asked to change the subject.
"No," Madelyn answered. "I'm still expecting a call from Cristian or Vicky. I can't imagine how furious they'll be."
Max glanced again at the girl next to him and saw the worry on her face. He moved his right hand from the steering wheel to her hand and tangled their fingers together. "You don't know how they'll react. Maybe it won't be so bad."
"Yeah, right. It's easy for you to talk. You haven't done anything wrong," Madelyn scoffed.
"True. But I do think that story Lando posted helped a lot. It's been quiet on social media ever since he did that." Max squeezed her hand comfortingly.
"Still, Vicky won't be happy with me for causing all that drama."
"Perhaps. She could also decide to leave it alone now that Lando has shut down all the rumors," Max tried to comfort her.
Madelyn bit the inside of her lip. "I don't know. Can we not talk about it anymore during this week? I want to spend the next couple of days enjoying my time with you instead of worrying about what the team would do."
"Of course. We'll stop talking about it right now." Max brought her hand to his face and pressed a kiss to each knuckle.
"Thanks," Madelyn smiled as she watched the sweet gesture. Her cheeks heated up as Max kept holding her hand, only letting it go when he had to shift to a different gear.
The ride took about twenty minutes. Max drove his car smoothingly over the mountain roads out of the city. He eventually took a turn onto a gravel path. The driveway led them to a beautiful, rustic cottage. The stone house exactly matched the southern French architectural style. It was secluded from the rest of Monaco, which offered them the perfect peace and quiet to spend the last week of summer break.
"Oh wow," Madelyn said breathlessly as she looked at the beautiful house in front of them. "This is gorgeous."
"I knew you would like it," Max said as he stopped the car in front of the house, satisfied with the reaction he got from her.
"Like it? Max, this house is breathtaking. I love it," Madelyn exclaimed. "Where did you find this?" She finally took her eyes off the house and looked at Max. He, in the meantime, looked at the property and shrugged like it was nothing.
"I did some digging on the internet," he said as he took the car keys out of the ignition. Both opened the doors and stepped out of the car. Max walked around the Aston Martin. He let his arm slip around her waist as he stood beside her and looked down at her.
"Do you think you can put up with me here for five days?" He asked her. She looked back up at him and nodded.
"Absolutely," she answered, capturing his lips for a short kiss before they walked towards the front door. As they approached the door, it swung open, and a middle-aged lady appeared. Her name was June. She was the person who rented the place. She showed the couple around the house and discussed a couple of house rules before leaving the property. After Max carried their luggage inside, they both walked to the garden and stood at the edge of the pool where they could enjoy the beautiful view.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," Madelyn said as she looked at the city and the ocean below them.
"Me neither," Max agreed with her before he looked over at her. "Do you have your phone or other important things in your pockets?"
"No, they're all in my purse in the living room," Madelyn frowned at him. "Why?"
Even before she could walk away, Max had lifted her in bridal style and held her above the pool.
"Max, don't you dare!" Madelyn shouted laughingly, but it was no use. Within seconds, her body met the slightly cold water of the pool. When her face met the surface again, she found Max, who had burst out in laughter. A bit irritated, she swum to the edge and leaned her elbows on it. When Max was done laughing, he knelt before her. It was Bahrain all over again. Max again became drowned in the same brown eyes as then.
"It's that you have your expensive watch on your wrist. Otherwise, I would have pulled you in right now," Madelyn said before lifting herself out of the pool. Max helped her get up and chuckled as he tucked a wet tuft of hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I had to do it." He pouted at her. "Still love me?"
"Of course," Madelyn smiled before she kissed him. Max's hands immediately moved to her waist to pull her closer to him. After they separated from each other, Madelyn freed herself from his grib and walked toward the back door.
"I'm going to take a shower." She opened the door but stopped in the doorway. She looked over her shoulder with a mischievous look in her eyes. "Want to join me?"
Max didn't let himself be told that twice and followed her into the house with a wide grin. He watched her as she ran up the stairs in front of him laughingly. Oh, how he had missed that smile for the past two weeks. How much he had missed her. The sound of her laughter filling the house made him so happy. Being with her made him even happier. Sometimes he wished he could share this with the world. On the other side, he wanted to keep this, her, to himself forever. She was his. He was hers. That was how it was supposed to be, and he would make sure no one changed that.
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It's finished...
The F1 season, not this story 😉
3 months without F1, I don't know if I'm gonna survive
What are your highlights of the season?