บททั้งหมดของ THE F1 CAPTAIN'S FORBIDDEN TUTOR : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

LilianI did not want to be here.The party stretched across the top floor of a glass building that overlooked the city, all soft gold light and clinking glasses, and every single person in the room looked like they belonged on a magazine cover. I stood near the window with a drink I had not touched, wearing a dress Anne had forced on me an hour ago, tugging at the hem every few minutes because it felt one size too small for the version of me that existed these days. I felt like an intruder in my own skin."You look like you are about to bolt," Anne said, appearing beside me with two glasses of something pink and sparkling."I am about to bolt.""You are not. You promised me one hour." She pressed a glass into my hand and studied my face the way she had been studying it for three weeks now, careful, watching for cracks. "One hour of pretending you are a person who goes outside and has fun."I almost laughed. Almost. Three weeks ago my ex had stood in the middle of the music hall, in f

Drake.The garage smelled like burnt rubber and hot metal, the way it always did after a test session, and I stood with my arms crossed while my engineer ran through the telemetry from the last set of laps. Numbers scrolled across the screen. Tire degradation. Downforce readings. Sector times shaved down to the thousandth of a second. This was the part of racing nobody saw on television, the endless hours of data and adjustment that happened between the roar of the engines and the checkered flag, and normally I could sit through it for hours without losing focus.Today I lost focus twice in ten minutes."You are half a second slower through turn four than yesterday," my engineer said, tapping the screen. "Same setup. Same conditions. What changed?""Nothing changed," I said, though that was not entirely true. What had changed was that I kept seeing a pair of dark eyes narrowing at me across a party, I kept hearing a voice telling me to try being less of myself for five minutes, and no

Lillian:Early the next morning, a sharp, loud car horn blasted right outside my bedroom window. At first I thought it was part of my very wonderful dream… until it blasted again.This time, louder.“You've got to be kidding me,” I sat up straight in bed, glaring at my alarm clock. But, my alarm clock showed six o'clock in the morning, which was way too early for anyone to be making noise in our quiet neighborhood. Throwing off my blanket, I stumbled toward the front door… not minding I was still in my pajamas.Who was I expecting at the door anyway? The president of the United States?Yeah, right. I threw the door open only to see a tall man in a black suit and shiny leather shoes standing right at my front gate.“What the…”A giant black car with dark tinted windows sat parked behind him, looking completely out of place next to my small apartment building."Miss Lilian?" the man called, holding a black tablet under his arm while checking his wristwatch. "I am Thomas, Mr. Sterling

Lillian:I dragged my exhausted feet up the creaky stairs, unlocked my front door, and stepped inside. I barely made it two steps before I dropped onto the living room couch, still wearing my shoes.Then I heard movement in the kitchen.I lifted my head, and froze when Anne walked out holding a spoon in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other.I stared at her.What the fuck?“Anne?” I blurted, pushing myself up. “How did you get in here?”She stopped in her tracks and stared back at me. “Where on earth have you been all day?” she asked loudly, dropping onto the couch right beside me. “You vanished before breakfast,”"I was in Italy," I groaned, burying my face into my teddy pillow."You were where?" Anne squeaked, nearly dropping her popcorn bowl onto the rug. "Lilian, speak properly. What do you mean you were in Italy?""Drake Sterling sent a private driver to my gate at six in the morning," I explained, turning my head to face her. "Then he put me on a private jet to a racing tr

Lillian:Until today too. What the hell was happening? My phone vibrated inside my coat pocket, interrupting my thoughts. I pulled it out to find a brief text message from Thomas.-Mr. Sterling has requested your presence at the private garage downtown. Caleb requires additional assistance before his mock exam.-It was always the rich people, ordering people about.I let out a slow breath and stared at the glowing screen. Every session, I promised myself I would keep things strictly professional. Every session, I broke that promise the moment Drake walked into the room.I should have said no. I should have gone home and stayed away from whatever this was. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I already knew I wasn't going to do that.As I packed my bag and headed for the conservatory exit, unease settled in my stomach. Part of me felt overwhelmed by how easily Drake seemed to take control of every situation and another part of me was curious despite all this.Deep down, I knew I