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Publicity Stunt- Max Verstappen

Summary: Max Verstappen. Formula 1 driver for Redbull Racing and 2021 World Champion (though it’s controversial). Maisie Kozlov. Russian model for Dior and the entire world’s eye candy. They have the fame, the money, the careers. What more could they possibly need?… a publicity stunt to make them more famous, obviously.

Chapter 4

How many gossip news sources are there? Well, I actually couldn’t tell you. But, I can tell you that each and every one of them were talking about Max Verstappen and Maisie Kozlov and their relationship announcement. Everyone wouldn’t shut up about it.

Maisie stared down at her phone, seeing more and more comments pop up about it. The photo of her and Max had more likes than she could possibly fathom and more F1 fan pages had started to follow her too. Every second, her phone buzzed with notifications from other social medias, and every second, her heart rate quickened. Sure, there was always a spotlight on her, but not to the degree that is was at that moment.

Finally, her phone buzzed with a call from Max. She breathed out, answering the call and putting the phone to her ear. “Yes?” she answered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Hey, how busy are you this week?” Maisie liked how forward Max was. He never avoided any questions he had or beat around the bush. Whatever he had to say, he would say it. And, she admired that. It was a nice contrast to her shy and hesitant nature.

“Uh, well, I have a shoot later in the week. I have to finish up a project. My fridge is empty so-”

“Does that mean it’s a bad time to ask you if I can visit France for the week?” Maisie went silent, quite shocked to say the least.

“Yes… I mean no! Yes. Yes, come,” the words tumbled from her lips and she felt so silly for how quickly fell out. It had only been a couple days since she’d seen him, and she already missed her new found friend.

“Alright,” Max chuckled. “Well, I leave tomorrow.”

Having spent the morning cleaning her flat, Maisie was (obviously) late to picking up Max at the train station. She had dressed in a black mini skirt and oversized gray sweater with a pair of Steve Madden’s. When she had finally parked, she saw Max sitting on a bench, looking down at his phone. She smiled brightly, getting out of the car to greet him.

“котик!” she called to him. His head shot up after hearing the familiar pet name. He smiled upon seeing her, standing up.

“Hey!” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. Maisie’s heartbeat quickened, but she swore it was just the excitement in seeing her friend.

“I’m sorry. I’m like thirty minutes late. I just-”

“I got here a couple minutes ago,” Max cut her off. Maisie looked up at him shocked. Was the train late? Did something happen? Confusion was written all over her face her wide eyes and lips agape. “I know you’re late a lot, so I told you an earlier time, so you could be late to that, but on time for the actual time.” While Max spoke, confusion started to wash over his face while he explained his logic. But, Maisie just started smiling realizing that he was picking up on her little habits.

“You’ve grown soft for me, котик?” she teased him. Max’s lips pressed into a tight line while looking down at her and his jaw became stiff.

“May I?” he quickly changed the subject, gesturing between his bag and the car. Maisie nodded, helping by opening the boot of the car while Max loaded his luggage in.

Upon entering Maisie’s flat, Max set his suitcase in the corner next to the coat rack where Maisie dropped her jacket on the hook. “Do you want water or anything?” Maisie asked while finding her way to the kitchen. Max looked over her flat, taking in the art pieces and furniture. There were painting of plants and flowers while there were a couple drawn fashion collections framed here and there.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he called after her. He walked into the kitchen while she made him a glass of water. “How have you been?”

Maisie giggled while handing him the glass. She leaned her hip against the counter saying, “You say that like you haven’t seen me in a couple days,”. Max takes a sip of water.

“Just making sure the world didn’t end in those days,” he told her quietly. Maisie tried to hide her smile while his blue eyes scanned over her face. The small France granted them very little space in the kitchen, making them feel much closer.

“The world is still intact,” she responded. He sighed, just giving her a close lip smile. Her body felt weird in that moment, but it was probably just the weather outside or something. It had nothing to do with Max. “When’s your next race?”

As if Max snapped out of something, he opened his mouth, sighing loudly and looking down at his glass of water. “Next week,” he spoke. “Italy.”

“How are you feeling?” Maisie asked. “After the last race,”

“Confident,” Max spoke, looking away. Maisie took in his features, confused.

“You don’t sound confident,” she spoke softly. He glanced at her. His hand ran over his face while all his features displayed visible stress. “Come on, let’s sit down.” While she guided him to the dark green, velvet couch, she set out a coaster for him to put his water on before sitting down. He sat down next to her. He sighed. Maisie simply patiently waited for him to explain. He was not on her time, and she wasn’t in his. It was whenever he wanted to speak.

“I won,” he starts. His hands nervously bumped into each other and twiddled around. He took another deep breath, and Maisie heard the hesitant shake underneath the air. “I won what I was supposed to do and what everyone wanted me to. I did what I have spent my life working towards. I wasted my childhood to win this.” Maisie could sense the difficulty in saying that last sentence. She wanted to reach out, to console him in some way but she didn’t know how close of friends they were. So, she kept her hands in her lap. “And this season, everyone is expecting me to do it again. And, shit mate,” he chuckled nervously. “It hard. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“I hear you,” Maisie whispered.

“Yeah,” Max rubbed the palm of his hands again the denim of his jeans, trying to rid them of the nervous sweat pooled there. “Gosh, you should just hear how pissed my dad is all the time.” He laughed nervously. “Je bent een slechte chauffeur. Hoe gaat het mijn zoon?” Maisie didn’t know what it meant but it sounded harsh. Her body reacted before she could really stop herself. Her hand was placed on top of his and he looked up at her.

“I’m sorry, Max,” she whispered. She squeezed his hand. “You are a very talented driver. And, if you’ve done it once, you can do it again. I believe in you.” He swallowed. Maisie thought of way to help him. She smiled as an idea popped into her head. “I have an idea to help you.”

The next morning, Maisie and Max stood with multiple couples in a dark lit room with some affirmations and vibrations being sounded through a speaker. “Couples yoga?” Max whispered, glancing around.

“Well, this was the earliest session I could get,” Maisie responded, adjusting her sports bra. “There’s no such thing as friends yoga, especially in France… And it’ll be fun. I de-stress like this all time.” Max opened his mouth to speak but the instructor started speaking.

“Bonjour les amoureux!” she spoke softly. “Bienvenue au yoga en couple. Commençons par nous rapprocher de votre partenaire.”

“We have to stand close together,” Maisie whispered, translating for Max. They stood close to each other with their chest facing each other. There was about ten inches between them.

“Laisse ton cœur, rassemblez-vous tous les deux,” the instructor spoke pushing Maisie and Max closer together chest to chest. Maisie swallowed, slightly regretting getting the session. They stood with their chests slightly grazing each other. Well, Maisie’s chest grazed Max’s torso. “Prendre des respirations profondes.”

“Take deep breaths,” Maisie translated before closing her eyes and breathing in deep. She took in Max’s scent. The masculine, woody scent infiltrated her senses once again. Her heart beat sped up just by his torso pushing against her chest. She looked up at him already finding him looking down at her. “Embrassez-vous les uns les autres” Max’s arms moved first, just hearing the word ‘embrace’. His arms moved around her waist while his fingers gently pressed against her spine. Maisie couldn’t even think clearly. In fact, the instructor had to move her arms around Max’s elbows in order for her to embrace him.

“Is this okay?” Max whispered. Maisie nodded, scared her voice would shake if she spoke. Maisie took a deep breath, letting her fingertips feel his skin and each fine hair on his arm. She felt a thin vein in his arms and let her fingers travel up until her fingers met his bicep. The tense muscle screamed of stress from under the skin.

“Relax, Max,” she whispered to him. She heard him breath out while the muscle under her fingers loosened. While the instructor spoke, Maisie followed while Max copied her movements. They took a step back from each other, and Maisie suddenly felt cold and vulnerable without Max being so close to her. She wanted to recoil into her own body to avoid how open it was around her.

While following the instructor’s instructions, Maisie reached out to Max and he did the same, trying to not to laugh. They adjusted themselves until their hands were flat against each other. “Lean towards me,” she whispered to him.

“Maisie, I don’t know-”

“Just do it,” she whispered, getting stressed that they were the only couple not doing it. He bent his arms leaning onto her. Maisie regretted her decision immediately. Her arms buckled, and Max pathetically fell into her body. Luckily, he had caught himself in time, but his head rested on her shoulder while his arms were wrapped low around her waist. Maisie tried not to laugh while holding him around his shoulders. While earning dirty looks from the instructor and other couples, Maisie giggled out a simple “Je suis désolé” before pushing Max up and helping him get into the next position.

The short elevator ride up to Maisie’s flat was silent at first, until Max asked, “Do you always do yoga?” Maisie had been on her phone, starting to take pictures of herself in the reflection on the elevator wall.

“Yeah, I found it as a good way to de-stress after I moved,” she explained. Max nodded, glancing to see how close they were to her floor. He looked back down at her, adjusting the camera or her face to grab a good picture.

He reached out pinching the apple of her cheek before smiling. “Beertje,” he cooed while the doors opened. She slapped his hand away with a smile.

“What does that mean?” she asked while walking toward her door.

“Little bear,” he responded. She looked at him weirdly, while unlocking her door. “Because you’re Russian, and they have bears there.”

“That is horribly stereotypical, Max,” they walked in, setting their stuff aside.

“You’ve never seen a bear?”

“Of course, I’ve seen a bear,” Maisie’s eyes rolled while she sat down on the couch. Max sat next to her, taking a deep breath. There was a moment of silence.

“Was the transition rough?” Max asked her. Maisie looked at him with her eyebrows strung in confusion. “Moving here from Russia?”

“I mean, yeah,” Maisie swallowed hard, her body tensing up with the idea of her life in Russia. “It was tough because I moved from somewhere where I pretty much had nothing to somewhere else where I had nothing.” Maisie played with the hem of her shirt. “It was hard to get on my feet when I didn’t have shoes in the first place.” She finally looked at Max.

“Would you ever move back?” he asked. She shook her head.

“There’s nothing for me back there,” He scanned between her eyes while she spoke. “You know, when I struggled with something, my mom used to tell me иммунная система растет с болезнью. The immune system strengthen with illness.”

“Okay,” Max smiled, not understanding her.

“I think you’re driving has a bit of cough right now,” she explained. “But, you’ve dealt with a cough once and your body know how to respond.” She leaned into him. “This pressure is just a runny nose. You’ve been world champion once and you can do it again.”

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PUBLICITY STUNT- Max Verstappen

Chapter 3

Max was a bit stressed after the race, making their goodbye practically nonexistent when she boarded the plane. He hadn’t reached out to her after, nor had she. She flew back to France, and continued her work and school.

Headlines stayed on them even when Maisie went back to France. She had filmed her Vogue Beauty Secrets episode, and every comment was about her and Max. Were they dating? Were they friends? Were they in between? Well, that’s what they signed up for when they agreed to this whole thing. Max had won in Suadi Arabia, and due to their signed agreement, she reposted his Instagram post and commented on the photo.

“Je ne veux pas partir,” Maisie whined with her face in her pillow. The brunette girl beside her gently put her folded clothes into the suitcase. She was young with the perfect body and the perfect nose and everything Maisie had dreamed of. She envied her friend’s beauty, and she felt so wrong for it. She was called Stephané Blanc. The two had met through modeling when Maisie was 18 and had continued to stay friends since then. Stephané had been modeling since she was a child, so she gladly took the Russian girl under her wing and showed her the industry.

“I mean, I’ve been traveling so much,” Maisie sighed sitting up. “For a moment, I just want to calm down. Enjoy some tea and do nothing for an entire week. Or even a day. I’m not picky.”

“You weren’t like this before,” Stephané’s accent was thick. Her ‘r’s were still stuck to the back of her throat and sometimes she’d have the ‘z’s thrown into her pronunciation. “Is it because of Max?”

“No! Non, Max et moi allons bien,” Maisie shook her head. “Mais, everyone I go, it feels like someone is behind me to tell me that I’m walking wrong.”

“Tu es nouveau, Maisie. You’re not used to the hate,” Stephané told her. “I mean, il est beau. Blue eyes. Broad shoulders. Racing driver. Il est le package complet.”

“I don’t think it’s Max,” Maisie shook her head, putting more clothes into her suitcase.

“That’s when all of this started though,”

Maisie shook her head. “I think if it were any man, it would be this way,” she spoke. “They call me un chercheur d'or even though I make enough money to support a family. I’m trying too hard if I wear a dress, but I’m dressing sloppy if I wear jeans. Je ne peux pas gagner. They’ll always find something to criticize.”

“My mother used to say: les gens détestent les femmes qui réussissent,” Stephané told her, passing her another folded up pile of clothes. “Si vous ne pouvez pas gagner, ne les laissez pas.”

***

After barely texting Max and working nonstop for the next two weeks, Maisie had arrived in Australia. Max never reached out to her except for two days earlier on Monday asking if she wanted to come to Australia for the race. She agreed, booking the flight and arriving on Wednesday. To Maisie’s luck, after arriving at her hotel to check in in jean shorts, two day old top, and a messy bun on her head, her room wouldn’t be ready until four. It was only 9 am. She had texted Max, telling him she had arrived. Almost immediately, he offered to pick her up and she accepted. She had nowhere else to go.

While she strapped in her seatbelt, Max slammed the trunk of the car close before getting in. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hi,” she responded. Her voice reeked with exhaustion and she let a small yawn. She leant down, grabbing her book for her class and found the page to pick up to start reading.

“You’re in Australia, and you want to read?” Max joked making a turn down the street.

“It’s for my European literature class,” Maisie responded calmly.

“You go to university?” Max questioned. She nodded.

“I study comparative literature at Université de Paris,” she explained.

“You know French as well?”

“Oui, je l'ai appris enfant,” she stated, turning the page. A yawn escaped her lips.

“Are you tired?” Max asked. Maisie smiled fondly, shutting her book.

“You’re full of questions today, aren’t you?” she looked at him. His grip on his steering wheel tightened a little. “I am.” she spoke quietly.

Max cleared his throat. “Have you eaten today?” He stopped at a red light, glancing over at the girl. She couldn’t recall her last meal feeling so caught up in work.

“I could eat,” she shrugged.

As they slowly found their way into the drive thru of a Carl’s Jr., Maisie giggled out of excitement. “Chicken tenders with fries, no salt, and a small coke,” she whispered to Max as if it were a secret. He smiled leaning his head towards the open window, repeating the order as well as his own. A Cobb salad with extra chicken and a small water. As they moved up in line, Maisie lightly chuckled to herself.

“What?” he asked, awkwardly reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“I didn’t take you for a salad guy,” she spoke with a smile playing on her lips.

“I have a race in a couple days,” he said, flipping through his wallet. “I can’t afford to be over weight on Carls Jr burgers.” He pulled out his credit card, handing it to the person at the window.

“Okay котик,” she giggled, crossing her legs in the seat.

“What does that mean?” he smiled, leaning his arm on the center console that inevitably pushed his body near to hers. She could smell the crisp cologne that he worse that gave him a manly scent. She thought about what it could be. All she could compare it to was smooth leather with something else. Her mind tried to go through anything that it could smell like. Cedar? Sandalwood? “You wanna tell me, beertje?” he asked her again while pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Never,” she smiled, looking away from him. He shook his head, turning back to the restaurant worker and taking the drinks from them. Max handed Maisie the Coke and she grinned at it, undoing the straw and taking a sip. The carbonation danced on her tongue before making its way down her throat. She sighed at the flavor, enjoying the little bit of junk food she got on rare occasions. Max handed her the bags of food next and she almost moaned at the scent of fried chicken breasts trapped in brown paper bags. “Еда пахнет так вкусно, что меня заводит.” she spoke quietly to herself. While Max drove around for a minute looking for a place to park and eat, Maisie sipped on her Coke.

“Have you ever been to Australia?” he asked her, his arming still leaning on the center console.

“No,” she shook her head. “I went to New Zealand when I was younger for a modeling gig, but I didn’t think they are the same.” Max parked in front of a nearby park. It had a big field of grass with people walking their dogs or any other animals. Maisie handed him his salad while she took out the tenders for herself.

“How long have you been modeling for?” he asked, taking a bite of his food.

“Since I was fifteen or sixteen,” she responded, readying her meal. “I could not do it much earlier because I was in school.” She explained, taking a bite of the chicken tender. She moaned, her head being thrown back. “I love chicken tenders so much” Max only laughed, taking another bite.

“You get good grades?” Max asked.

“Yeah, I kinda had to,” Maisie shrugged, taking another bite which caused her body to wiggle out of excitement. “This is actually so good,” she shook her head. “I don’t get to each this much food.”

“Is it hard?” Max asked. Maisie looked up at him. “Like, being a model.”

“Well,” she cleared her throat. “I think everyone thinks I just sit and look pretty for a check, which I guess is what I do. But it’s not just that. I do all of my shoots around the world. I do interviews. I workout and eat healthy all of the time. I’m in school.” Maisie thought back on what everyone was saying about her. She was a gold digger. She dressed skimpy. “I don’t think the job itself is hard… but, the publicity and persona it comes with is.” She looked up at him. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with her vulnerability. “Is it hard driving in circles?” she teased.

“I understand what you mean,” he ignored her last bit. “I feel that way about driving in circles too.” he smiled at her. Maisie smiled back, appreciating his reciprocation to her teasing. “What was it like growing up in Russia?”

Maisie’s body tensed slightly at the mention of her childhood in Russia. “It was alright,” she responded, swallowing hard. “It’s Russia. Nothing to crazy.” She shrugged it off. “How about you?”

“I grew up in the Netherlands, but I mostly karted,” he spoke, finishing if his food. “It was just drive, school, and sleep.”

“That’s how I feel now,” Maisie chuckled. “I moved to France when I was seventeen and I started modeling immediately.”

“You didn’t go to school?” Max asked.

“Not yet,” she shook her head. “I needed money so Cora helped me find modeling gigs. Then, the university I’m at now offered me a scholarship so I took it.” Maisie explained.

“So, you are smart?” Max told her. She giggled shaking her head, before yawning. Max’s smile fell while his blue eyes looked over her tired features. “Do you want me to take you back to your hotel so you can sleep?” He asked her.

“That’s kind, but my room won’t be ready until four,” she rolled out her neck. “So, I’ll just have to wait-”

“You can take my room,” Max spoke out. She looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I mean-” he cleared his throat. “I’m going to be gone most of the day for work stuff. If you need, you can just sleep there… Relax a bit.”

“I would appreciate that,” Maisie nodded. He smiled, pulling out of the parking space and making his way towards his hotel. Maisie let him talk about the car he drove every Sunday. He talked about everything good with it, everything bad with it. Though, she didn’t understand a lot of it, she liked hearing him talk.

Perhaps this whole publicity stunt thing can work if they’re friends.

***

Maisie wasn’t sure when she fell asleep. She just remembered to room being dark and Max was slowly closing the hotel door. She inwardly groaned, leaning up on her elbows and squinting his way.

“Shit, I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Max winced. Maisie rubbed her eyes.

“No,” she lied, wiping the drool from her cheek. Max dropped his keys on the small round table, not bothering to turn on the light. “What time is it?”

“Around 6,” he sighed, rolling out his neck. Maisie stood up, stretching out her body. “I’m thinking we can get dinner?” Max offered.

“Yeah, sure,” Maisie responded. She figured she could be hungry enough to eat in an hour or so. She sat in the bed for a minute, trying to regain full awareness of her surroundings. She had thought about the day and getting food with Max, then going to the hotel.

Then it really dawned on her. She wasn’t in her hotel room. In fact, she never even saw her hotel room. For the last seven hours, Maisie had been sleeping in Max’s bed.

“I’m sorry, I should go,” she spoke, quickly standing up. “I don’t want to take your room,” as the words came out, a wave of dizziness hit her as she hadn’t ingested anything in the past seven hours and she stood up too fast. Max’s hands landed on her shoulders, steadying her a bit.

“Let’s go get food,” he told her sternly. She was confused as to how he just ignored the fact that she had used his bed while he was working. Now, he wanted to get diner with her?

***

Max had told her very little about the place they were going to. She had dressed in a silk black dress and silver heels while he wire black slacks, a white button up, and a black jacket. It’s safe to say, they were going somewhere nice.

While Max drove, his finger tips tapped on the steering wheel. The sun had invaded the ocean, leaving the stars and a crescent moon in the sky. “I’m thinking we really need to sell this relationship,” Max spoke. Maisie glanced at him with confusion written on her face. “What if we post about each other in Instagram?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” Maisie shifted in her seat.

“I mean, we could sell this relationship so much more if we simply posted us together,” he took a turn, letting the steering wheel slide under his palms to continue straight.

“Well, Cora said it’d be too obvious,” Maisie tried to reason with his maybe impulsive decision.

“Well, isn’t there speculation already?” Max was explains while getting into a parking spot. “We would just confirm it.”

“Maybe,” Max turned off the car, glancing at her. Maisie sat staring at her hands, thinking about his offer.

“You okay?” he whispered to her. In that moment, Maisie thought about telling him about the comments. She thought it was stupid for it to get to her, but somehow, all the comments about her ripped her heart strings.

“Yeah,” she responded.

“Good, because I’m hungry, and I don’t want you to be upset over-”

“We can post each other,” in her mind, she really told herself that she could take the hate. Five months.

“Oh,” Max was surprised. “Okay, yeah.” He swallowed. He quickly got out of the car, doing a little speed walk to her side of the car to open the door. She stepped out, making sure to pull her dress down a bit as to not flash anything. He closed the door, locking the car. Max lent out his hand and gave her a weak smile before Maisie took it. They walked into the restaurant with their fingers intertwined as if they’re a real couple. The hostess gave him a friendly smile.

“Verstappen,” he told her, offering her a smile back. Maisie only glanced at him with her eyebrows knit, taking in the consideration that reservations are usually made hours in advance.

“Perfect, I seat you two right down here,” Max and Maisie followed, earning glances from other people in the room. Maisie swallowed hard before Max pulled a chair out for her. She sat down and the hostess waited for Max to take a seat before continuing, “Here are tonight’s specials.” She set down a small menu. “Here is the wine list… and here are your menus. Our servers will be with you shortly.”

They both quietly thanked her as she walked away. A silence settled over the table, and Maisie felt suffocated while her hands shakily picked at her fingernails. “Malbec sound alright?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” she responded. She felt her heart rate go up as she felt like every single pair of eyes in that restaurant were on her. They watched the goosebumps grow on arms and shoulders and saw how she twitched while taking a deep breath. The palm of her hand felt clammy, and she was sure they weren’t that way when they were in Max’s. She felt like her stomach was in knots and whatever went down, would probably come back up. “I’m gonna go to restroom.” Maisie muttered quickly, accidentally scraping the chair on the floor, and she thought she was gonna be sick right then and there. She quickly walked into the bathroom, locking the door.

She let out a sigh of relief that no one was looking at her. The loneliness in the bathroom was somewhat comforting. She let her back slide down the back of the door before her thighs were met with the cool floor. She stared at her silver heels, the slightest touch stinging the blisters. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply. The gross bathroom scent was almost covered by some commercial air freshener. She opened her eyes, feeling a little more at ease. Her hands still shook and the texture was a little damp. She sighed, standing up, and going to wash her hands. She checked up on her hair and makeup in the mirror before opening the door.

She was met with Max in the hallway, leaning against the wall while staring at his shoes and holding his hands in his pockets. He looked up when he heard the door, seeing Maisie swallow and look down. “Are you okay?” He asked. She nodded standing in front of him, his back still pressed against the wall. “Are you sure?” She saw his eyes move to her shoulder that was cover by a red lock. For just a moment, his shoulders tensed, as if his hands were going to move out his pockets, but they relaxed and his eyes met hers again.

“Just a little stressed,” she shrugged. She found it so silly to be stressed in a restaurant. And, she expected him to laugh in her face. But, Max only nodded, standing up straight of the wall, their chest just a couple inches away from touching. She looked back down at her feet.

“You wanna get ice cream?” Max asked. Maisie looked up at him smiling while nodding a little.

***

Max and Maisie sat outside on a curb eating cones filled with brown and white ice cream. Maisie had thrown off her heels, cringing at the red loose skin on the back of her heels. It was about eight thirty and the road they were on only had a few cars.

“I feel like a teen again,” Maisie broke their silence, licking her ice cream. Max smiled, glancing at her.

“Why?”

“Because me and some friends from school would do this,” Maisie explained. “We would sneak out at one im the morning to get little treats from convenient stores.” She giggled a little, reminiscing.

“What would your parents say?” Max smiled and Maisie smile faltered a bit.

She shrugged. “Микша, я запру тебя в твоей комнате,” she said before taking a bite of her ice cream. After a couple of minutes, their ice creams were nearly finished and Max offered to drive her back to her hotel. He stood up first, grabbing her heels. He took her hand, leading her towards the car. Maisie took the opportunity to take out her phone a gran a picture before he opened the car door for her.

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a/n: i am so sorry. i haven’t posted in forever. i have been so busy with school i haven’t had much time to do anything really. but it’s okay. i graduate next week so ill try to write a couple more chapters <3

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I would pay millions to read a Mason smut now

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I just read chapter 2 of publicity stunt and I wait until the next part!! I’m sucker for the fake relationship trope

PLSSS me too. Fake relationship and enemies to lovers are my favorite tropes. And, I’m so happy you’re enjoying it so far <3

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Hello! I'd like to know if you have any plans on continuing 'Pretty Girl'

Hi! Yes I do plan on continuing it. It’s on a bit of a hiatus right now because I’m currently working on school. I have two classes left to finish and I need to get them done asap. But yes. I do plan on continuing ‘Pretty Girl’. In addition, I have a couple more series in the works. I don’t wanna tell too much yet but I’m really excited to release the teaser hopefully later this month <3

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Arguments

Summary: She is upset that he won’t give her attention

Warnings: swearing, lack of attention, fluff, angst

Daniel wasn’t home often. She had known that’s what she signed up for early on in their relationship. Though, she thought it would be all the more sweeter when they finally did see each other. And it was. It was absolutely perfect. The conversations, the laughs, the sex. It was better than anything she could have ever imagined, and better than any relationship she had previously been in. She asked for nothing more.

Between her and Daniel, a vacation in the middle of the season was all they could think of until they had landed in their destination. This year, it was more of a… staycation. They had flown back to Australia for a week and half to stay in chill out for a bit. But, even in the plane, Daniel was just glued to his phone, she let him be, using his shoulder as a pillow to sleep. When they landed, they had dinner plans with his family. Again, while talking with his parents, his phone was in his lap under the table. She didn’t say much again either.

After a good ten hour sleep, she assumed he would be disconnected from work and ready to have his full focus on her. But, when she did wake up, Daniel was typing an email on his phone. She sighed, turning into him and kissing his neck. “No work right now?” She whispered.

“I’ll be fast. Hold on,” he disregarded her request and kept typing. He, in fact, was not fast and ended up getting up to use his computer instead. She simply got up, getting ready for the day. She didn’t like asking him for attention. If anything, it’d be the last thing she would ask from him. She didn’t want to sound needy so she simply never asked. But, it never became an issue till now. She began making breakfast for the two of them.

“Daniel, do you want to sit at the table with me?” She asked, holding to plates of food. Daniel barely even looked at her.

“Just leave it up there, I’ll eat in a bit,” he spoke. Rude. She started getting a little irritated, hastily setting the plate down. She had eaten alone. Afterwards, she gave her last shot at getting him out of work mode. While he sat on the couch with his computer in his lap, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek.

“Babe, not right now,” he shrugged her off and ripped her arms from around him. She stood up straight, looking down at him as anger spit out of her before she could think.

“Fucking prick,” she walked into the kitchen, starting to clean out their plates.

“What?” he called after her.

“What?” She mimicked him in a deep voice that was dumbed down.

“What’s you’re problem?” he had set his laptop to the side and was starting towards the kitchen where she threw out his plate full of food.

“My problem?” she questioned, putting the plate in the sink. “What’s your problem? You’re being an ass. You ignore me the whole flight, on your phone at dinner last night. You’re mom literally asked you stuff about racing and you just ignored her because you were too preoccupied with your phone. Not to mention, you are just too busy to give your attention to your girlfriend this morning.”

“It’s not my fault!” Daniel tried to defend himself.

“Oh, it’s not your fault? Well, it’s not my fault you’re being a cunt,” she walked past him angrily. Daniel was aware that she wouldn’t hit or throw a punch when she was angry, instead she’d use her words to do it.

“I feel like your not listening to me!” Daniel called.

“Well, now you know how it feels!” she screamed from across the house. Daniel’s hands ran down his face in annoyance. He knew he was wrong. But, admitting that was the hard part. “God, I hate it when you do this.” She walked towards him. “You act like you did nothing wrong. I haven’t seen you in months!” Daniel’s mind filled with guilt while he looked down at her. He watched as sadness slowly washed all the anger away. “And you don’t have as much time to call me because you’re practicing more because you’re not happy with your outcomes. And, I respect that. I don’t say anything. And, then-” her voice cracked. Daniel knew he fucked up. “And then we have only a week and a half together and you’re ignoring me.” Tears slowly started falling from her eyes. Daniel reached out, wiping her cheeks. The gentle touch only made her cry harder as she leaned into his hand. “I just miss you.”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “I miss you too. And, I’m sorry I made you feel other wise.” His voice was gentle and he wiped her tears. “I got tied up in work. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I called you a cunt,” she responded, looking up at him.

“And a prick,” he started to smile.

“And a prick,” she agreed, a small chuckle leaving her lips.

“And an ass,” his smile widened. She sighed, leaning her forehead on his chest.

“And an ass,” her voice was mumbled in his shirt while he pet her hair. She wrapped her arms around his torso.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?” Daniel kissed her hair.

“I’ll take it all back,” she warned.

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PUBLICITY STUNT- Max Verstappen

Chapter 2

Maisie felt pure exhaustion fall over her as she finally laid down in the bed. She intended to use every minute she could get, sleeping off all of the work, unnecessary questions, and stress away. Not a single model or photographer failed to ask her about a man, possibly with a name that starts with M and rhymes with tax. She avoided them, giggling slightly and saying ‘oh it’s nothing’ or ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’. It was tiring. Lying was tiring. And, after this necessary nap, she would go back to doing the same thing. To say Maisie was annoyed was an understatement. She just wanted rest on the flight from New York to Bahrain, but instead, a baby was crying for half of the flight, a man was arguing in the phone for about an hour, and the kid behind her kicked her seat a billion times. So, out of 15 useful hours, Maisie only got to sleep for two of them. She landed at around 10 a.m and texted Max that she was in Bahrain. Once she had gotten into her hotel, she set her suitcase next to the cheetah printed sofa. It was a nice room. A huge king bed and big windows that overlooked the city. There was a wet bar with loads of alcohol. The bathroom had a large tub with jets. She couldn’t have asked for a better room. She pushed the curtains closed, eliminating 80% of the light and turned off all the lights before collapsing onto the bed. She had just flew to New York from France for two days for a photoshoot only to go on a restless 15 hour flight. In the past 36 hours, she was running on 2 hours of sleep. She needed a nap.

***

The buzzing on the night stand caused Maisie’s face to twitch. She was sprawled out on the bed with a small bit of drool rolling down her cheek. She didn’t wake up quite yet. In fact, it was only on the second ring that she finally began to stir awake. She moaned to herself, blinking her eyes open. She wiped her cheek with the sleeve of her sweater, rubbed her eyes, then stretched wide. Then the third ring started. She sighed, turning to her phone seeing Max’s caller ID staring up at her. She took the phone, answering.

“Hello?” She mumbled, sleep still swirling in her words. She yawned.

“Hey! Are you doing anything right now?” Max sounded… conscious. Something that Maisie was not completely.

“No,” she sighed.

“Great! I’ll pick you up for dinner! Send me your hotel and room,” he told her. Maisie’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” she said. “What time is it?” She looked down at her phone. 5:36. “Oh god.” Her eyes went wide.

“Is there something wrong-”

“No!” Maisie was quick. Think of an excuse. She can’t say she was sleeping! That sounded lazy and dull. “I’m so ready.” So believable.

“Great, I’ll see you soon,” he hung up and Maisie was frantic turning on all the lights. She gave her face a couple of slaps, trying to get rid of anymore sleep. She quickly texted him her hotel information before she ran into the bathroom. She set her phone in the bathroom counter before pulling her pants down to use the toilet. Then, she found her worst nightmare.

Her period.

“Shit,” she whispered to herself. It had only just started but terrible nonetheless. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She quickly stuffed toilet paper into her underwear before going to her suitcase. She shoved clothes around, took out her makeup bag, moved some more clothes around.

Riddle me this: what do you call a girl who cannot remember to pack actual necessities for a trip?

She whined getting up at running into the bathroom again to search under the cupboards.

Maisie Kozlov.

She slammed the cupboard shut, staring at herself in the mirror. Then, she looked down at her phone that had lit up with a new notification. But, she saw the two missed calls from Max. No. Maisie contemplated it for a minute. She let out a defeated sigh, picking up her phone. She hesitantly pressed the notification to call Max back. It rung for a couple second before he picked up.

“Hey, I’m driving right now-” Max started out.

“Yeah, um, could you do me a favor?” Maisie said. Humiliation was practically pouring out of her this point. “If you want to. If not, it’s okay. I’ll deal.” No, you won’t. “But, if you could that would be very nice and it would help me out a lot and-”

“What is it?” He didn’t sound annoyed with her, nor did he sound like he wanted to get her off the phone quickly. She guessed she just needed to get the words out more and stop avoiding. Sure, Maisie was a model, but stalling was a close second.

“Can you get me tampons at the store?” Maisie spoke quietly. He was quiet for a minute, and Maisie started to regret her whole life. She had wished she said nothing and just kept the toilet paper there and hoped for the best. “If-”

“Is there like… a specific… type you need?” he asked. Maisie just let out a thankful sigh.

“Light, if possible,” she told him.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” this time, Maisie ended the call, and she had never been more thankful in her life to be off a phone call.

For the next 25 minutes, Maisie brushed her teeth, did her makeup, lotioned up, and did her hair in loose waves. She had already picked out her dress and shoes. When there was a knock on her door, Maisie dreaded answering it. She was going to have to open the door, greet him, and then take the box of tampons and walk into the bathroom shamefully. After taking two seconds to build up an oh-so small amount of courage, Maisie opened the door.

She swallowed hard when she saw Max. He was wearing nice black dress pants and a black alphatauri crew neck. The white of the collar and sleeves of the button up peaked through the black. It was a nice contrast. And, the blue of his eyes seemed even more prominent too. He had a plastic bag in his hand. He simply gave her a small smile, handing her the bag. She took it, opening the door wider for him. He stepped in, looking around the room.

“I swear, I’ll be five minutes,” Maisie told him before rushing to the bathroom with the pink of embarrassment stained onto her face.

She ended of taking fifteen minutes (unsurprisingly). When she stepped out of the bathroom in a thin, loose olive green dress that met her mid thigh with slits on the side, Max didn’t pay much attention to the dress. He, again, gave her a small smile and asked her if she was ready. She tossed on some white heels as quickly as she could and grabbed her things before following Max out of the room.

***

People are absolutely idiots. And by people, you are fully aware that I mean the dense and brainless reporters who write the insufferable articles on the internet.

To backtrack, dinner was good. Great, even. They had talked and gotten to know each other much better. She found out his family life and more about what he liked, and he found out more about her career and common phrases in her language. Some of those being ‘hello’ and ‘good luck’. Perhaps it would make this whole fake dating thing easier. Nonetheless, they did all the couple things. Hold hands, lean in towards each other, laugh. Hell, even Max had put his hand on her back while he opened the car door for her.

And, what do the reporters have to say?

“Max Verstappen spotted having dinner with gold digging model, Maisie Kozlov?” Maisie groaned seeing all of the articles still shaming her.

“It could be worse?” Cora tried to comfort her client through the phone.

“They said my clothes were skimpy,” Maisie argued. “I’m a whore now for wearing a dress!”

“No, no,” Cora remained much calmer than Maisie. “It will take a little more convincing. You’re presence at today’s race will clear that all up, okay?”

“Are you sure I’m not just gonna be ‘Max’s lucky one nightstand’ overdoing her welcome?” Maisie collapsed into the bed in a fit of clothes. She had an outfit planned for Sunday, but now she was more than stressed on what to wear. Nothing to skimpy, but nothing to plain. It has to be cute, but not over the top.

“No, Maisie, you’ll be fine. They’ll assume you two are dating, alright?” Cora reassured the girl.

“Fine,” Maisie sat up, grabbing a couple clothes. “I’ll talk you later, Cora.” She ended the call, mustering up to put on the clothes in hopes she won’t be judged like last night. It was simple. Tights with a black skirt, white top and black cardigan with white socks and black Steve Maddens. She had styled her hair to make sure it looked well put together, but not trying to hard. Max had texted her that he was outside in the car. She grabbed her black purse and was put as quick as she could.

When she stepped out of the hotel, Max was leaned up against the car with his hands shoved into his pockets. He smiled when he saw her. When she finally walked up to him, he had wrapped his arms around her waist and embraced her. “There are some cameras at your four o’clock,” he whispered in her ear. She wrapped her arms around the broadness of his shoulders, even getting on her tippy toes to play the part. When they departed from one another, he opened the door for her, and she got in.

On the drive over, Max explained the paddock and where she’d be sitting for the race. “You’ve watched F1, right?”

“Not exactly,” Maisie dusted off some lint on her skirt. “My dad wouldn’t let us watch TV and my mom let me read Eugene Onegin.”

“Well, that sounds… mildly depressing,” Max mumbled to himself. “Umm, we’ll just act like you’re interested. React when everyone else reacts. Carola will be there too, so you’ll have company.”

“Alright,” Maisie nodded. As an actual couple would do, they walked into the paddock holding hands. For once in her life, Maisie felt a little reassured with all the cameras on her.

“Max, who’s this?” Maisie found it easy to pick up the accent with all of the Love Island Australia she would watch on plane rides. He was a bit shorter than Max and had natural tanned skin that any person would envy. Not to mention, the huge smile that hung around his lips.

“Oh, uh, Maisie this is Daniel,” Max introduced her to his former teammate. “Daniel, this is, um, my, uh… this is Maisie.” Maisie only glanced at Max. We’re supposed to be dating.

“I’ve heard about you,” Daniel smiled. Maisie tensed up, slightly reminded of the articles. “I’ve seen your models shoots.” Daniel winked at her. She smiled fondly.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” she giggled. She could tell Daniel was a natural flirt, and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she was kinda used to it. Being a model guaranteed unwanted male attention sometimes.

“Alright, I’ll see you two later. Good luck today!” He gave Max a simple fist bump and waved at Maisie.

“Yeah, you two,” Max smiled.

“Slow down a bit, will ya?” Daniel called out while Max started walking away, guiding Maisie with him by her fingers while she waved back at Daniel.

“Piss off,” he laughed. He looked back at Maisie, sighing slightly. He looked forward again.

“How fast do the cars go?” she asked him while they walked.

“Like up to 230,” he told her while they walked past all of the garages. Each housed a different color and Maisie looked inside each, taking a quick glance.

“You’re not scared?” She asks.

“Not really,” he mumbled.

“Then what are you scared of?” she asked.

“Uh… lizards, maybe. I don’t know,” Max answered. Maisie only giggled, continuing her spectating at everything. “What are you scared of?”

“Mm, water,” she answered, finally making eye contact with Max. “Like big bodies of water.”

“Can you swim?” he asked her. Maisie shook her head. “Don’t you model swimsuits?”

“Yes, but I don’t get in the water,” Maisie explained. Max hummed, guiding her into the Redbull garage. He had let go of her hand, shoving his own into his pocket.

“There’s our lion,” the Brit had patted his hand on Max’s back. He didn’t look at Maisie much. She kinda felt like she didn’t exist. She bit her lip looking down at her shoes. “Race fast. Alright? I’ll see you soon.” He walked away without uttering a simple ‘hello’ to Maisie.

“I’ll introduce you to Carola,” Max whispered in her ear, pushing her towards another room.

“Who’s the lion?” Maisie asked.

“Me,” Max answer. “You know… like Max the lion…” Maisie tried her best not to smile, covering her mouth to hide her lips. “What?”

She let out some small giggles, brushing off some dust on his shoulder. “Котик,” she cooed before they were interrupted.

“You’ve got thirty minutes until warmup, mate,” Max gave a thumbs up before showing her where she’ll be sitting. She had met Corala, who was more than lovely and nice company. Not to mention, her beauty was undeniable and she was so graceful.

Before the drivers got in the car, Carola turned to her. “How long have you two been dating?” She asked her. Maisie’s heart started beating a little faster.

“Umm… I don’t know. January… maybe?” Maisie’s stumbled over each syllable. Carola only nodded with a grin on her face.

“You two aren’t actually dating, are you?” she whispered. Maisie’s eyes widened.

“Is it obvious?” she whispered back. Carola chuckled.

“Only to the smart ones,” she told her. Maisie’s quietly groaned. “It’s alright. You two just need to play the part more. Supposedly, you’ve been dating for two-three months and barely make contact with each other.”

“I don’t even know anything about F1,” she whispered.

“Oh, that parts easy. Men drive fast, want to be first because they get points. Simple as that,” she told her. Max had come over, leaning down in front of Maisie.

“It’ll be like an hour and half,” he whispered to her. She nodded. “Alright.” He stood up.

“Удачи, котик,” she called out to him. He smiled, his helmet in his hands.

“Dank je,” he responded to her before putting his helmet on and getting in the car.

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I love chapter 2!! Can’t wait until the next part!

Thank you☺️ the next part should be out a day or two after Bahrain GP !! The story goes race by race :)

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aaaaa loving the first chapter of PS🧡

Thank you😌 I’m so excited for this one and I’m really happy people are liking it as well <3

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PUBLICITY STUNT- Max Verstappen

chapter 1

She quickly walked into the lobby of the building while her fingers pulled all of the strawberry blonde knots out of her hair. She made a b-line to the elevator, stepping in and quickly pressing the floor level. She fixed her black mini skirt over her tights then picked some fluff of her white, oversized knit sweater. She had paired the last minute, though well put together, outfit with Steve Madden’s. She adjusted the strap of her bag around her shoulder, moving her posture to look more confident and fearless. She was late. Very late. She had forgot about the meeting overall (and she had a tendency to run a few minutes behind). As the elevator doors opened, she made her way towards the room, the glass door reading ‘Cora Lewis’ on it. She pushed on the door hard, only for her entire body to be slammed into it. There was the sound of the awkward shift of a heavy glass door and small squeal that fell from her lips. She takes a deep breath, turning to you. “I guess now would be a good time to say, I’m Maisie Kozlov,” and she finally pulled the door open.

Cora stood up, smiling fondly (yet so disappointed) at her client. She stepped towards her, grabbing her bag to put on the tree with two other coats on it. “You’re late,” she whispers in her soothing British accent. Cora had taken in Maisie very early in in her career when she was only 17 and had only managed to move from Russia by the luck of the gods. In the beginning, Maisie slept on Cora’s couch while Cora found her modeling gigs. If anything, Maisie would consider Cora a second mom. A nice mother figure to help her into her feet and hold her hand until she figured out how to run.

“This is my client, Maisie Kozlov.” Cora introduced.

The other two men in the room, whom Maisie didn’t know, stood up. “Maisie, this is Reymund and this-” she pointed to the man staring at her with bright blue eyes and broad shoulders. He had good posture and wide neck (though it complemented his broad physique). “is Max Verstappen.” He put his hand out, offering a closed-mouth smile. She shook his hand. His large hand encapsulated her small one, but it was gentle and firm. Cora made her way around her desk. “I’m assuming you know who each other are?”

Maisie sat down next to Max. “No,” they both spoke at the same time.

“Well, Max is an F1 driver and 2021 World Champion,” Reymund explained.

“And Maisie is a international model for most note-ably, Dior, but tons of other brands. Chanel, Victoria’s Secret, Louis Vuitton-”

“I think they get it, Cora,” Maisie cute her off. “If I may ask, why are we here?”

“Right, well,” Cora leaned forward. “You two are the most famous people in the world right now. You are on top. The careers, success. You have it all.”

“Okay,” Max spoke.

“I think we should put it to the limit with a publicity stunt,” Cora finally said. “You two, dating.”

“Umm,”

“I’m sorry, what?” Max looked at his manager as if looking for any sort of guidance.

“It won’t be much. Just post about each other and bring her to races-”

“I don’t see how this will do anything,” Max spoke. “Reymund!”

“I think it’s relatively a good idea,” he shrugs. “If you ask an American who Max Verstappen is, very little will know. But, Maisie Kozlov? Everyone knows her. And vice versa.”

“I don’t… I don’t know about this,” Maisie stuttered. She glanced at Max. “I mean we don’t even know each other. People would think it’s strange.”

“No one thinks it’s strange if two people with success get together,” Cora explained. “Hashtag: power couple.”

“Um,” Max and Maisie glanced at each other.

“I mean, the deals you two could get. We’re talking big money,” Reymund explained.

“I can get all that on my own,” Max shrugged.

“Then why haven’t you?” Reymund glared at him. “Imagine! Everyone would be talking about you two.”

“Then what? We just break up when the tabloids stop talking about us?” Maisie challenged.

“Max is constant news, Maisie. Every week there’s something new because he’s in a different country with a different outcome. That’s bound to keep you two in the tabloids,” Cora explained.

“What would we do? I mean, to convince everyone,” Max said. Maisie looked at him, trying to see if he was thinking about going through with the idea. His look stayed on Cora and his face was straight. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. Absolutely unreadable.

“Social media posts, races, perhaps a few photoshoots together,” Cora looked at Reymund, trying to find anything else. “Not much. Just look like a couple.”

“Right, so you just want me to post on Instagram and Maisie Kozlov is my girlfriend?” Max said.

“Are you agreeing to this?” Maisie mumbled to him.

“No, no,” Cora shook her head. “That’d seem too obvious. I think you two should go get a coffee together or dinner. Somewhere where people will see. Say nothing. Ignore everything. And then, bring her to the first race of the season. Perfect way to announce it. Really, you don’t have to say anything.”

Max glanced at Maisie. She gave him a look of ‘what-are-you-thinking-because-I-can’t-read-you’. ��Can I talk to her outside for a second?” Max glanced at the two of them. They nodded while Max got if his chair. He pushed the door open for Maisie, letting her walk out of the room first. “Listen,” he looked down at his feet. “It can benefit both of us. Like, the more money the better, I just don’t like… attention.”

“But, you’re famous?” Maisie could feel herself avoiding the present situation. Think about what you’re therapist says, Maisie. “Is this really a good idea?”

“I’ve heard worse,” he shrugs. “The benefits are really in our favor though. Just say we’re dating for a couple months and we’ll have so much more.”

“Okay, um,” now Maisie looked down at her boots. To agree or not agree. “Only a couple months right?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Like until august?”

“Five months,”

“Five months,” he nods. She holds out her hand to him. And he shakes it.

As their hands did a professional shake, they both agreed to fake a relationship for more fame and money. Was it shallow? Probably. But, the benefits were nonnegotiable and the two of them both agreed. They signed the NDA, followed each other’s social medias (liked a few pictures as well), and exchanged phone numbers. And, that was just the beginning of Max Verstappen and Maisie Kozlov’s publicity stunt.

***

Never trust a girl who is late to every social event to do something on social media that is socially acceptable. Because, inevitably, she will accidentally fuck it up and will have to rethink all of her life decisions in one night.

I think we need to go back a couple of days.

Max had flown back to Monaco, prepping for the new season. Maisie had been finishing her school work before her shoots in New York. They both had the success; that doesn’t mean they didn’t have to work. Max had workout to get his body strengthen for the car and practice driving as a whole. Maisie (who was ‘just a model’ according to the internet) had to workout, eat healthy, agree to shoots, and catch up on university. Taking care of yourself is good when it isn’t a full-time job, literally.

Maisie had been stuck on the same page for the last twenty minutes. She would start at the top of the page and as her eyes drifted down, her focus would weaken. Each letter would be jumbled and ‘la foi’ had somehow turned into ‘le foie’. By the end of the page, not a single piece of information had been translated in her brain. She grumbled tossing the book to the side and taking off her glasses to rub her eyes. She yawned. She grabbed her phone, checking any recent social medias.

While Instagram loaded up, Max’s photo popped onto her feed. Naturally, she examined the photo. She took note of the stubble on his jaw and the shadows that fell across his nose. The blue suited him well… too well, and the red hue ‘Red Bull’ was printed in complimented his skin tone well. She let her thumb double tap the photo. She mindlessly pressed the comment button. She thought about what she could say. The plan was originally to go out together to be seen. But, how the hell are you supposed to be seen when you are in two different countries.

What would we do? I mean, to convince everyone,

Social media posts, races, perhaps a few photoshoots together… just look like a couple

maisiekozlov Как красивый!🤍

The compliment was supposed to be friendly enough to seem like they just knew each other, but suggestive enough to get people thinking. A nice balance of a fake relationship. She turned off her phone, tossing it to the side and grabbing her book. She had taken a minute to decompress a little bit, but she had to finish the book soon.

She began reading, but her eyes fell heavy. While her eyes slowly closed, so did the book. But, her phone vibrated. One after the other. Notification after notification after notification. New followers. New comments. New likes.

Her phone rung and she slowly stared awake, wiping the drool off of her cheek. She picked up her phone, answering it. “Hello?” She grumbled. Her voice was in her stomach and had lots of deep cracks in it.

“Maisie? What did you do?” Comforting British voice is upset with her. Not new, but it was unjustified.

“I fell asleep reading La Princesse de Cléves, and-”

“Maisie, everyone is saying you are thirsting over an F1 driver!” Cora sounded frantic. Maisie paused, thinking about why everyone would be saying that. She didn’t even watch F1. In fact, cars weren’t really her thing- oh shit.

Maisie sat up quickly. Her heart sped up and she felt like her chest would combust any minute. She let out a shaky breath. “What?”

“Russian model Maisie Kozlov caught crushing on F1 champion Max Verstappen,” Cora read. “Kozlov gawking over Verstappen on social media. Gold digger, Maisie Kozlov thirsting-”

“I think I’m going throw up,” the words came from her lips like water. Her body felt uncomfortable with how quickly her heart was beating and how her fingers trembled.

“There’s one article suggesting you two are dating… which is good,” Maisie could tell Cora was trying to soothe her. But, they’re only a week into this publicity stunt and she already fucked it up… over an Instagram comment. Maybe this was a bad idea. It could cost her her career if she says one more thing that’s stupider than the last. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe she shouldn’t have started modeling. Maybe she shouldn’t have moved from Russia, after all.

“Блядь! Cora, what am I supposed to do?” She said through the phone. “I was trying to hint at it, but-” her phone vibrated again while a new caller ID showed up. “Oh, shit! Cora, I’ll call you back.” She hit accept and held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” She held her breath, waiting for him to respond.

“How have you managed to make the internet angry by a comment?” Maisie could hear a joke in his tone. Though, she didn’t understand why because people weren’t exactly describing her as the best person right now. Maybe, because his reputation was still intact.

“I don’t know what I did!” Maisie whined. “This is…”

“Weird?” Max spoke back to her.

“Yeah,” she sighed. Her legs were tangled into a pretzel shape and she nervously picked at her nails. Publicity stunts (by assumption) were hard. But, Maisie didn’t have the best of experience in relationships. How the hell was she supposed to fake one?

“I think we need to go in a date,” Max spoke broadly through the phone. His humorous tone had vanished from his voice and he suddenly sounded… professional.

“What?” Maisie froze.

“I already responded to your comment, so that should settle it a little bit. But, come to Bahrain. We’ll go out, be seen together, I’ll bring you to the race,” Max explained. “The world will think we’re dating.”

“Um, I have a shoot in New York in two days,” Maisie was trying to wrap her head around his words. She was already busy as it is. She didn’t do relationships or anything of the sort. She didn’t even think she had time for a simple hookup, nonetheless a publicity stunt. She scanned the mental calendar in her head. “If I come back on the 16th, I’ll have time to pack and then book a flight to Bahrain, but I have the Vogue shoot the 21st-”

“Maisie, you’re rambling,” Max told her.

“Yes,” she agreed. “We’ll non-vocally announce it in Bahrain.”

“Okay, great!” Max said. “I’ll see you in a week, okay?” He hung up the phone and Maisie was left, staring at the screen with 100+ notifications printed onto it. One single one stuck out to her.

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PUBLICITY STUNT- Max Verstappen

Sneak Peak

“Listen,” he looked down at his feet. “It can benefit both of us. Like, the more money, the better.”

“Is this really a good idea?”

“I’ve heard worse,” he shrugs. “The benefits are really in our favor though. Just say we’re dating for a couple months and we’ll have so much more.”

“Okay, um,” now Maisie looked down at her boots. To agree or not agree. “Only a couple months right?”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Like until august?”

“Five months,”

“Five months,” he nods. She holds out her hand to him. And he shakes it.

Chapter 1 comes out March 11

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I am heartbreakingly in awe of the strength of the Ukrainian people.

Some things that really stuck out to me from the coverage I've watched so far:

Ukrainian officials requested that a no fly zone be placed over Ukrainian territory and Russia has not just been bombing military targets, they have been bombing areas in cities filled with civilians - they have shelled multiple Ukrainian nurseries, kindergartens and an orphanage, killing numerous children

Ukraine's UN ambassador told his Russian counterpart that "there's no purgatory for war criminals, they go straight to hell"

A Ukrainian soldier went onto a bridge during battle to detonate a bomb on it knowing he would die in the process

Volodymyr Zelenskyy, the Ukrainian president has refused offers to evacuate him and is insisting on staying above ground in the capitol (Kyiv) which is currently being bombed and invaded by Russian troops. Russia claims that they are willing to have peace-talks if Ukraine surrenders - Zelenskyy (rightfully, in my opinion) has refused

It is estimated that 100,000 Ukrainians have fled across the border to neighbouring countries so far. Polish citizens have been offering to drive them where they need to go and also offering them places to stay. Women and children have had to leave male loved ones behind at the border as Ukrainian men between the ages of 18 and 60 have been barred from leaving the country in order that they may be conscripted into the Ukrainian army

Russian soldiers on a warship told Ukrainian soldiers stationed on a Ukrainian island (Snake Island) that they were about to invade the island and told the soldiers there to surrender and you could hear the Ukrainian soldiers over the radio saying "so this is it" because they knew they were going to die and then they told the Russian warship to go fuck themselves

There is a video of a Ukrainian woman going up to Russian soldiers and telling them they are cursed and offering them sunflower seeds (the national flower of Ukraine) to put in their pockets so that when they die on Ukrainian soil at least sunflowers will grow

I am so sorry to every Ukrainian for what you are going through. Putin is a despicable man. I am deeply impressed and humbled by the strength your people are showing - I don't know that I could ever be that brave.

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Worship You

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Summary: Morning sex with Daniel except he praises and worships you.

Warnings: unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump), fluff

Small kisses being lazily pressed to your shoulder subtly woke you up. Rough fingertips lightly rubbed your arms, tickling slightly. You sighed contently, refusing to open your eyes. The lazy kisses climbed up to your cheek, stubble of a growing beard rubbing against your cheek. You giggled while your shoulders scrunched up from the tickles. “Good morning, beautiful,” Daniel whispered. You hummed, still not opening your eyes.

“Good morning, baby,” you say, wrapping your arms tighter around his naked torso. Daniel wrapped his arms around your neck in return, moving some of your hair out of your face. He kept one hand on your cheek, staring down at your tired nature. He pressed a small kiss to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before pressing another kiss to your lips. “And so perfect.” His hand moved down to rub your shoulder. You finally opened your eyes, looking into his brown ones. His eyes glanced between yours before looking down at your lips. “And I love you so much.” He kissed you again. This time it was harder and more needy. You kissed back, gripping onto his body tighter while your thigh crossed over his body. Daniel shifted so he was hovered above you with a firm hand wrapped around your thigh.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. You pulled him closer, bringing him to lay between your legs. His hands slipped up your t-shirt that happened to be his (but you took it much like the rest of his clothes). He leaned up to give you space to take off the shirt, leaving you in just a plain pair of underwear. Sex with Daniel varied all the time. Sometime it was touchy and needy. Other times it was rough and quick. And then there were times like these: slow and passionate.

Daniel took his time to admire you. His eyes just staring at your beautiful body and slight bed head. You tossed the shirt aside, and the sound of it hitting the floor must have made Daniel realize that his only goal this morning was to pleasure you. His hands found each breasts, massaging with his rough hands. You bit your lip, fighting the moan that wanted to leave your lips. Daniel kissed your neck, gently biting in certain places. He kissed your cheek before colliding lips with you again. “Daniel,” you mumbled while pleasure ran from your lips. Your fingertips rolled down his abdomen to the hem of his sweatpants, a nice bulge grazing your hands.

“Do you want it?” It was the stupidest question Daniel had ever asked. Yet, you nodded rapidly while he leaned back, shimming off the cloth. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach lightly while he adjusted to pull the sweatpants off completely. His hands immediately found your waist, gripping your under where tightly. He pulled it slowly, watching the cloth glide down your legs. He through them aside, probably close to his sweatpants, staring down at all your glory.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his hands rolling down your curves and to your inner thighs, spreading them. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Please baby,” you whisper. Daniel moved to hover over you, one hand next to your head while the other aligned himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, your walls stretching to his side. “Fuck.” A sensual sigh left your lips while your back arched to him.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbled to himself, pulling himself out again. The blanket was draped over his shoulders, leaving the two of you covered. Steam seemed to mend between you with his slow and passionate movements. His lips stayed on yours, feeling you moan into his mouth here and there. So much lust and sensuality damped your skins. Thin lines from your nails were being carved into his back while your chest arched into his. You felt yourself tighten around him while a swirling storm radiated down your center before leaving your body. Your body relaxed, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Daniel peppered small kisses over your face. “So fucking gorgeous.”

a/n: i am so sorry i have been inactive. I just started my senior year and work and i am so busy :/

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