Black Widow - Part 2

16.

I was forced to stand next to Alara pretty much the entire race.
And I wanted to kill her because she kept making comments on how incredibly hot Lando looked.

He was wearing a helmet and was racing his heart out. How could she make comments about how he looked right now?

"Can you shut up please?" I turned my face to her, she immediately smirked. "Why? Are you jealous that he doesn't want you?"

"No, I'm bored of hearing your annoying voice" I rolled my eyes.

She just snorted. "Well get used to it, because I will be here a lot"

That's what I was afraid of.

Why would Lando want her here all the time? He told me he still loves me, right? Or did I imagine that?

I ignored her for the rest of the race, I went to see Jon, stand next to him. I liked Jon, he also didn't seem to care about my past.

And by agreeing to train me, he also didn't want to see me dead so that's a good thing too.

Lando ended on P2 and as we were walking to the media pen, he seemed fairly happy about that.
He wasn't in a bad mood or anything.

"What's up between this Alara girl and you?" I asked.

"Nothing?" He shrugged, he turned his face to me with a little smirk and put his lips around the straw of his water bottle.

"Yeah well she's really fucking annoying" I mumbled.

"Oh is she?" He chuckled. "She's just an ex"

Just an ex. It was the way he said it. I was just an ex as well.
Did he look at me the same way?

Like I was just an annoying ex?

"Just like I am?" I asked.

"No, nothing like you are" he said before walking to the first journalist. 

Nothing like me? Because I wasn't an ex, right? We were just fake dating.

But then again, he said he loved me back then, so maybe it wasn't fake for him. It definitely wasn't fake for me.

Whatever. I decided not to think about it anymore. I was just gonna stand next to him and look pretty or whatever.

Until my eyes drifted off to Max. I haven't talked to him in a few days. I guess I was too busy getting drugged and stuff.

But I kinda missed talking to him. He was always nice to me.

He looked at me as well, as if he felt that I was looking at him.
He was still talking to the journalist in front of him, but he was looking at me.

A little smirk on his face and he didn't break eye contact as the journalist asked him another question.

Lando shook me out of thoughts by putting his hand on my back and pushing me a little to the next journalist.

And every time he touched me, I felt a little shiver go through my body. He didn't say anything, he just moved to the next journalist and answered his questions.

But this time, he let his hand brush against mine. No one probably noticed it, except for me.

His fingers were soft against my skin and oh fuck how I missed his gentle touches.

Maybe he didn't rat me out, maybe he was being honest with me.

But I couldn't be sure, not until I saw the number that called the cops myself.

I took my hand away, taking a step back.

And we didn't talk after that. We just went our separate ways back to Monaco.