Page 46 of Collided (Dirty Air 2)

Maya officially made it on my shit list. Well, at least temporarily because I tend to be emotionally weak when it comes to her.

We lie down on my hotel bed, watching TV while catching up on all the gossip.

She looks at me with innocent eyes and a sweet smile despite her plans on abandoning me. And damn her for looking good while she lets me down, telling me she can’t come to Canada.

Noah ruins everything with his smolders and sexy nothings because let’s be real, there is nothing sweet about that man. I would know since he comes around every Christmas because my dad has a thing for people with shitty parents.

Yesterday, Noah kissed Maya. I can’t allow these things to happen anymore, especially since she refuses to fly to North America for the Canadian Grand Prix.

“You have to come. Think of the maple syrup. The Canadian boys. Niagara Falls.” I smack the back of my hand into my other palm for emphasis.

She lets out a laugh. “Niagara Falls is hours away. We would never make it via car.”

“Are you really not coming because of Noah? I think my dad has an extra chastity belt I can lend you. I wouldn’t put it past him to have packed one in his carry-on luggage.”

“I’m sorry. I really wish I could.”

“Don’t lie. It’s unbecoming of you.” I still love her.

“Your word choice is something else.” She chuckles. “Sometimes, I wonder if you’re some posh princess hiding out in F1.”

“Please, if I was married to Prince Harry, I wouldn’t be hanging out on this bed with you. I’d be popping out little ginger babies that rival the queen.”

Her laugh fills the hotel room. “Truly, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Fine. I forgive you. But you’re coming to the next race. Think of your vlog and the fans. You can’t leave them hanging like that.”

She shakes her head against the crisp sheets. “You’ll have Liam. Don’t act like that’s not enough.”

“It’s more than I can handle,” I groan while avoiding her eyes.

“If my friends looked at me like he looks at you, I think I would have ditched the friend zone a long time ago. Take me to the end zone. Multiple times, por favor.”

Technically, his voice scored me a touchdown yesterday. But I remain quiet.

“I keep warning you about him. He’s nice and sexy, which is a deadly combo. Liam’s got this little twinkle in his eye that matches yours when you get a plan going.”

I roll over and bury my face into the comforter, unable to escape from her wisdom.

“With someone like Liam…one day you wake up wondering how everything changed between you two. Mark my words.”

“Seeing as Liam has an aversion for serious relationships, I highly doubt I’m some type of anecdote.”

She hops out of bed, not content with my words. “I call bullshit. Plus you’ve been acting weird all day, ignoring his texts to hang out. Mind you, he messaged me an hour ago asking where you are. What gives?”

“I did something I probably shouldn’t have.” I sit and pull at a loose thread on my shirt.

“Like?”

“Like phone sex with Liam.” I take a peek at her.

She gasps. “No way!”

I cringe. “Yes, and I don’t know how to face him, let alone talk about it. I want to act like it never happened.”

“Why?”

My eyebrows rise. “What do you mean why? Haven’t you listened to me over the past month?”