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“I’m George,” the guy – George – says, not offering a hand. “Nice weather out here, don’t know how you race like this.”
Max is busy staring at the pearly whites blinding him. There’s no way this guy hasn’t had work done. Lips like those, plump and pouty, would probably burst if Max bit on them. The paddock has become a cesspool of influencers and celebrities since Netflix came in with their cameras, but it still rubs Max the wrong way, how they prance around knowing nothing about racing and offering their inane opinions.
“It’s fine,” he dismisses, gripping the ball. “I’m good at what I do.”
“I’m sure you are,” George says, flashing another cookie-cutter smile. “Good luck on Sunday, then.”
alternatively, max learns that loving a man doesn't have to be painful
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George has a trait he hates to his core: his eyes go red and wet whenever he’s angry or agitated.
Max thought it was just a weapon. Turns out it isn’t — but worse, it turns out he likes it.
Note: This is a English version of 纸巾请自取。
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He can’t believe it has happened like that. It would have made sense, after Baku, high on adrenaline and anger… Not like this. Nearly one month later. Not in Monaco after a night out when they weren’t even drunk. Not in Max’s apartment, with one of his cats looking at them, perched on the chest of drawers.
George and Max fucks... Once, twice... Many more times.
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George Russell can be high-maintenance and a bit spoiled, sometimes maybe a bit much. And Max Verstappen knew exactly what he was getting into when he chose to mate and marry the omega. A pregnant George Russell? That’s double the job for him.
Or just a series of how Max deals with a high maintenance and emotional pregnant George.
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- Part 2 of 3363 pwp or not so pwp
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