tolerate it-max verstappen

⚠️ tw: eating disorder mentioned in this chapter ⚠️

iris's pov:
      Recalling that morning after the club waking up with a massive headache but seeing on the bed side night stand was some advil and a glass of water and a note reading "be back, went to go pick up the little princess" with a smiley face and a dash Max at the end. Smiling to myself taking the advil to hopefully have the headache gone soon. Looking down at my wrist to see a big purple bruise already formed from Greg's tight grip last night, hurting to move or even touch it.

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     We were back home in Monaco which felt so good, it was starting to get way warmer which was way better for me since I love summer time clothes dresses, skirts, shorts cuter clothes in my opinion. We had about a week long break before the Imola Gp, I really needed to work more on my songs I have a couple done but I want some more so I can record them when we head back to the states. Waiting for Max and P to get back from grocery shopping for the house, sitting playing my guitar coming up with melodies.

    Since it said fairly quiet I heard the front door open and voices in the background. Getting up from my spot on the ground to go help put things away, met with P already at the door of the room I was in making me smile and she guides the way to the kitchen.

    Seeing Max with the fridge open as he puts away some stuff that we can cook durning the week. Seeing stuff for pasta, salads, chicken, lots of veggies. Picking up some of the items handing them to Max as he finds a place to o ur them as P sits at the island and colors in her book. "You got zucchini love, I should make you calabacitas con queso. My mom used to make it for me growing up" I told him as I thought back on to my mom.

     "You mean courgette my love. No one calls it Zucchini here. That's so American sounding especially coming from your lips" he turned to me knowing that in America it is Zucchini but leaning down to give me a kiss on my forehead.

    Shaking my head and rolling my eyes at him playfully as he came to stand next to me putting his hand on my lower back. Feeling that tingling sensation every time he touches me. I still remember everything from that night in Miami.

    Leaving his touch shortly after to tell him I'm going to still work on some melodies for a song as I walked back into the room. Sitting back at my guitar and picking up my microphone to record a couple of snippets that I would think sound good to save to show my producer back in NY. Writing down lyrics every few minutes, I have multiple pages with different lyrics for different songs so far I keep going back and forth between them so I don't feel like I get bored of one or hate it to much.

     Hearing the door open looking over to see Max already inside the room watching him putting his phone away. Sitting down next to me dropping his head on my shoulder as I continued to play guitar. I felt him relax as soon as he made contact with my body which made the corners of my mouth turn up a bit.

      After feeling like I was getting a bit stuck I decided it was time for a break scooting now to face Max who has still yet to say words to me just seemed like he needed company which I was more than happy to give. His legs in a V shape as I sat in front of him letting my legs wrap around his body a bit, not sitting on his lap but just so we were closer in proximity.

     Reaching to grab a hold of his hands that were fidgeting "What's on your mind Max" I asked genuinely. Looking up finally making eye contact with me.

     "I'm just curious I know that was your ex boyfriend but what happened between you two. If you are comfortable sharing" he said cautiously to me, afraid that one wrong word or move that I'll break.

     Shaking my head lightly at him to let him know that I'm okay "No it's okay Max, I'm comfortable sharing with you don't think I'm not" I tried to laugh off but it came out awkward. Pausing momentarily before looking into his eyes to tell him my truth "We dated for about two years meeting him through mutual friends we shared. He was actually really great at first but I don't really know what switched in him after a year of dating" that part was easy this next part I was about to tell Max not so much. Breaking eye contact for a moment to look up at the ceiling before bring my eyes back to Max's as he waited patiently to finish "Then after like a year and a couple months he started to speak badly about me saying I was just using him cause he was hot, saying I don't deserve him because their were hotter girls out there for him waiting for him to be single. I really began to spiral you know" I choked out the last part recalling all the bad times I have had with Greg. "I was depressed I lost a bunch of weight because I went through a really rough eating disorder, eating about a 100 calories to none at all the whole day everyday for the rest of the duration of our relationship".

     Max gave my hands a squeeze as he saw a tear fall down my face wiping it away for me continuing my small story on Greg "Sooner or later I finally put my self first, packing all my stuff and getting my own apartment in New York this time since we're in LA and starting new. Greg would call me from all sorts of numbers since I blocked his number before I finally decided to just get a whole new phone number. It's been over a year since I've last heard from him until Miami, seeing him made me feel like I wanted to go back to that same place a couple years ago". Lifting my tender wrist to examine the bruise "this was the first time he ever hurt me though" I whispered out.

      Max softly setting my hand down so we weren't looking at the bruise any longer "Well he is a bitch hurting a girl is no man. If he knows through media that we are together then he purposefully knew we were going to be in Miami it's the first race in the USA. We have two more, I'll have him banned from the paddock just in case he gets any ideas" shaking my head at his silliness of Greg being in the paddock but honestly thinking about it I wouldn't put it past him.

    Thanking him for not judging me and my little story time "I would never judge you love, just happy you are comfortable to share" he told me as he held his hand to my face, turning my head giving his palm a kiss. Going back to my old spot next to him picking up my guitar working on more as he sat there and listened to me singing for a while longer.

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