THE F1 FORBIDDEN TUTOR

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y, did I enjoy watching it piss Drake off for about ten minu

ht, en

snapped towar

opened my bag, pulled out my favorite red pen and opene

on doing my job. For the next hour, I broke down complex musical rules into simple steps. Caleb

er, I could feel Drake's eyes tracking my every single m

enormous racing circuit surrounded by tall green hills. Loud engine roars fille

rake noticed, he didn't say a word. He led us into a quiet private office right above the noisy pit lane. A gran

s cuffs while looking directly into my eyes.

ed, noticing he made no

ied smoothly, leaning back against the edge of t

long leather piano bench. "Caleb, sit

eys while I pointed at the sheet music. But whenever Caleb left the room to

to be here in

The silence. The space between us. Drake's presence. My heart would

was the room g

ite on my notes. I scribbled random lines that made no sense, hoping

to examine my handwritten notes on the music stand. I held my breath. M

, Lillian.

Drake commented quietly as his

ng my head to look at him. His face was only a few inches away from mine,

ointed out, his voice dropping to a low

ou," I whispered back, holding my pen tigh

back in wearing his full red racing suit. Drake instantly straightened his

b announced, grabbing his helmet fr

etting out a long breath I d

The quiet space between us felt electric, filled with unspoken words that neither of us dared to say out

doing i

t my patience slipping a little more. By the time I finally summoned enoug

It's time

t take his mocking tone anymore. The irritation I had been

of your lack

Drake shot back, disappearing out the do

staring at th

the

ong, and the next, he was throwing those annoying comments at me and walking away befo

the private jet once again to return home. I was exhausted,

artment building, the sun had already set