when famous actress, maya taylor, finds herself with more free time than she would like, she goes to more of her best friends, charles leclerc, races. coincidentally, she starts seeing more and more of a certain regular pole winner
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"max..." maya starts, ignoring her heart thumping and trying to rationalize this situation.
he takes a step closer.
"that's not an answer maya." another step.
"max this isn't-"
"it's a simple question maya, yes or no?" another step and they're face to face.
she can feel his breath on her, his eyes not letting her own leave him.
"yes" she breathes.
max takes another step and cups her face, bringing it to his own and pressing their lips together. it's nothing like she could've imagined, not that she ever imagined it.
the man knows how to kiss, he's sweet but grabs her jaw with force, hand sliding back to her hair where he pulls. the gasp she lets out allows him to slide his tongue in the gap between her lips, tasting her.
she raises her feet to be level with him, wrapping her arms around his neck as max slides his hands to her waist. she allows herself to feel everything, she feels his kiss in her bones, fire flooding though her body.
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a loud alarm wakes maya from her slumber. she knows she didn't set an alarm and is seriously about to commit murder when she notices two things.
one: there is an arm wrapped around her that is definitely not one of hers
two: said arm belongs to her arch nemesis and coincidentally his alarm is going off and the only one waking up is maya.
she tries to shove him but that doesn't work so she moves to her next tactic, blunt force trauma .
it definitely works, as the good old dutchman jumps out of his skin and holds the side of his head.
"what the fuck was that for?"
"turn your goddamn alarm off"
he does, only because he wants to not because she told him to, and they both transcend into an awkward silence. but maya knows this was a very very bad decision and they need to talk.
"so."
"so?"
"do you still have a girlfriend?"
"fuck" he rubs his hands up and down his face
"i just- you couldn't come to the paddle game and we've been talking so much i just needed to see you in person again and i can't keep controlling myself but she's just-"
"max. it's fine. you had a moment of weakness and i was just tired after a long day and we both made a mistake. we were wrong so let's just forget it ever happened because it's fine"
it's not fine. not only is the guilt of being the other woman eating her alive, she also can't ignore the way her heart is flaring up everytime someone mentions max when she arrives back in monaco.
she pours her heart out to charles, he reprimands her but lays with her on the couch and holds her as they binge watch season 6 of criminal minds. max texts her to tell her that he told kelly and she admits to him that she had been with another guy that same day. maya thinks he's telling her to make the situation feel better but even though kelly was a shit person, she still feels like shit.
of course it was her own fault so she can't be upset about it.
she tells the girls and learns about their bet. she yells at them but they stop with the jokes and best and plan a trip to london two days later.
