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Rose gold chains, ripped lace - D.R. #3

Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): 18+, implied sexual content (Putting this in here as a precaution), spending excessive amounts of money, Age Gap (Reader is in her 20s, Daniel is in his early 30s), leaving the morning after

A/N: This time it's from Daniel's POV. It's a continuation from Headcanon Three, but a little deeper into what Daniel is thinking about while all this is happening. I promise this will have a happy ending, eventually.

Words: 1.5k

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Daniel had made his peace about his time at McLaren, it hadn't been good for him so much so that he ended up firing his manager and losing Michael as a friend. Then just before the announcement of his contract coming to an end happened, you had come into his life.

It felt like after so long there was someone who prioritized him as much as he prioritized others.

He had been careful that first year because he didn't want to lose what he felt like he had with you. He never pushed you, and as he felt his feelings grow he knew he couldn't keep this up forever.

He had fallen for you, hard. And he didn't feel like he could tell anyone about it.

Scotty knew him too well, and after that dinner had asked Daniel how long you had been together and why he was only meeting you now. Daniel had been vague in his answer, said that it had only been a year and he wanted to make sure that it would last this time. He was sick of jumping into something only for it to fall apart.

He didn’t want to tell his best mate that he had fallen in love with the woman he was paying to spend time with him. It would be too messy and Scotty wouldn’t understand.

So Daniel ended up talking to Christian about the possibility of being the 3rd driver for Red Bull. He knew he wouldn’t be racing but he would be back around the guys and doing media. While Daniel was away he still made sure to text you, send you flowers, and the times when he didn’t have media duties, he would find a way to spend time with you.

He told himself that it was for the best, you wouldn't think that anything had changed between the two of you.

Sitting in your new apartment with you made him feel like he wanted to have this all the time. It felt like he finally knew what it was like to have someone to come home to.

While he was away he started to pick out gifts that were a little bit bolder than jewelry, handbags, and flowers. He started small with shoes, getting you a pair of Louboutins in your size.

Months after that the boxes that arrived at your door got bigger, always with a handwritten note from him.

There was a big event going on in Monaco with some of the drivers, Daniel had invited you and when you said that you could come he was ecstatic.

He had booked a hotel room just outside of Monte Carlo for you, and on your first day there took you shopping for a dress to wear to the event.

The whole night that you were together, you didn't make it seem that you didn't fit in with everyone in the room. You were polite to everyone, and extra polite to all of the servers.

Spending the evening in Monaco with you had been everything Daniel wanted it to be. You danced, ate, and drank the night away together. Daniel's town car took you back to your hotel before you invited him up to your hotel room.

Daniel didn't want to think anything of it at first, from the moment he saw you in that dress all he could think about was what it would be like to finally take things further.

The little fleeting touches you always shared were no longer enough. You gave him a drink and ended up talking for a while, and he just watched you. Saw the way that you walked around the luxury hotel room with ease.

You went to change out of the dress and heels and Daniel stayed on the couch taking deep breaths and talking himself out of his thoughts.

Don't do it, mate, you're paying her to spend time with you. It wouldn't be right. He thought before he heard the door to the adjoining bedroom open. There you stood in a black nightgown that he probably bought you, he had seen the La Perla charge on his credit card a week before the trip. $900 dollars well spent if you asked him. It was a damn shame that he couldn't take it off you.

"Want another beer?" You asked walking over to the couch.

He just shook his head no. He had barely drank from the bottle that was on the coffee table.

You had poured yourself a glass of Champagne that had been complementary to the room before putting your feet on Daniel's lap. He couldn't help but feel awkward around you, normally he could be pretty smooth with women. Even as he joked with you you would laugh at what he was saying his eyes kept traveling to your legs or your lips as you talked.

Feeling your hand on his thigh made his mind snap out of whatever he was thinking about. He wanted to ask you what you were doing before he saw a small smirk spread over your lips.

When your lips met, Daniel knew he had officially stopped thinking. He knows this song and dance. His hands go to your thighs, pulling at the fabric of the nightgown as you grind into his dress pants.

His lips fall to your neck, leaving kisses and bruises that your Dior makeup wouldn't fully cover the next morning.

Daniel's white button-up shirt ends up on the floor just outside of your bedroom. He pulls the dress off you before you let out a laugh when you land on the mattress. He'd never heard a more perfect sound in all his life.

"Look at my fucking girl." He praises you as you lay on the bed, him kissing up your neck before tearing your underwear in two. The scraps of fabric were eventually discarded onto the floor.

He has to have you, he's tired of waiting. As you dig your fingers into his shoulders he can tell you are too. He wants to know how much. How long have you wanted him? Since the moment you met? Since he flew you to Italy?

"Daniel," You purr into his ear.

Everything after that moment is a haze, the white sheets against your skin, him telling you how good you are for him. Daniel had never spent that much time touching, caressing, and taking his time with one woman in his life.

By the time he had pulled away from you, he wasn't sure if he would be able to let you go in the morning. His eyes felt heavy as he lay back against the pillows. Daniel felt you settle in the bed against his side. The light press of your hand against his chest made it easy for him to drift off.

Daniel ends up waking up a few hours later. The sun peeks in through the window. He looks at you still asleep, the sheets pooled around you both.

He shouldn't have slept with you. It wasn't right. He had done the one thing he swore to himself that he wouldn’t. He had taken advantage of you.

He moved to get out of bed and immediately looked for his underwear. He found them thrown half hazard by the dresser, he picked them up to put on before he was eye line with a tray that held your jewelry, all pieces that he bought you. He looked back at you, seeing a pair of Cartier earrings peaking through the strands of your hair, with a thin rose-gold chain around your neck.

Sure, he was in love with you. How your laugh sounded, the delicate feel of your hand holding his, how your eyes sparkled in candlelight. The feeling of home that he got walking into your apartment that he only felt when he was on the farm in Perth.

He saw you shift in the sheets, letting out a small groan in discontent as you settled yourself further into the pillow that he slept on. God, were you cute.

He let his eyes start to scan around the room looking for a notepad or something close. He couldn't be here when you woke up. He couldn't hear that you regretted last night.

He would leave you a note, and then call you once you were back home, without him accompanying you back to your apartment like he originally planned.

He redressed in his clothes from last night. He looked everywhere and couldn't find his white dress shirt anywhere in the room. If you found it somewhere, he could get it from you, if you ever wanted to talk to him again.

He moved to walk out of the room but stopped momentarily hearing, "Daniel?" Slip from your lips. He took a deep breath and then opened the door leaving you alone in bed.

God, did he fuck this up. Why had he let himself give in? He knew better.

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Tu me promets (Daniel's POV) - D.R. #3

Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: He was sorry, for not calling, for sleeping with you, and then running as if you meant nothing to him.

Warning(s): Implied sexual content

A/N: As per pole results this will get published first. The Reader's POV will be up next week. The title translates to you promise me. Points to anyone who can spot the Gossip Girl reference from season 6.

Words: 3.3k

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Daniel knew he was being a coward, not texting you back after you had gotten home, not calling you for two months. It was a lot for him to process all while being back in Formula 1 driving for AlphaTauri. It wasn’t Red Bull but Christian and Helmut through it would be a good stepping stone for him after last year.

Yet here he was showing up at your apartment building to try to talk to you. He was pretty sure that you would slam the door in his face before he was even able to get a word out. He waved at the security guard before going up the elevator to your floor.

He knocked once he was at your door. He didn’t have to, he did have a key to your apartment but he wouldn’t do that. He may have bought the apartment but it was your space and he wasn’t just going to let himself in after not talking to you.

It took a few moments for the door to open. There was something punishing in that silence of waiting. It wasn’t long before you stood in front of him in his pink Enchanté jumper, black shorts, and thigh-high socks. The bouquet of white Japanese Camellia flowers that were in his hands suddenly felt heavy, like it was weighing down his arm.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

You eventually let him through the door not saying anything. Daniel couldn’t help but take in the apartment after not having been here for a while. It was very well lived in, you had candles, books, and photos set up all around. This had become home for you. He saw a throw from Hermés over the back of the armchair he helped you pick out. He knew he was the only one to sit on it.

There was a container of takeaway on the glass and silver coffee table, and you were watching Gossip Girl on the TV.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted. He was sorry, for not calling, for sleeping with you, and then running as if you meant nothing to him. It was wrong and you deserved better, not just from him but in general.

He tried to hand you the flowers but you wouldn’t take them from him. His eyes fell on an empty vase by one of the windows that looked like a handbag. He walked over in small steps and placed the flowers in there, just happy for them to be out of his hands.

He walked closer to you but kept the distance between you, leaning against the back of the cream couch, his legs folded on top of one another.

“Look,” He started to say. He could feel your eyes on him, running up and down what he was wearing probably tuning out his words just to not seem rude or something. “I know I shouldn’t have left the morning after. I just…”

Come on mate, out with it. She won’t hear you out all damn day. He thought to himself.

“It was a lot for me, to know how I felt and then do that. Be with you.” It was the only thing he felt he could say. It was his truth. He never expected that he would get a chance to be with you or that you would even want him like that.

“So, what does that mean?” It was fair of you to ask him that. What did that mean?

“I don’t know.” He answered honestly. “I pay you… to spend time with me, in gifts, and clothes, and all this other stuff.”

He hated bringing up the money. Money bought him things, it wasn’t meant to be used on people.

“I won’t pay you to sleep with me. It’s not right.” He blurted out. Daniel had always tried to be a nice guy, and he just couldn’t use you like that.

“Who says that you’d be paying me to sleep with you?” You asked as if there was nothing wrong with that. He can’t do that to you. He can’t treat you like you mean nothing to him. “Maybe I just want to.”

Daniel can’t help but shut his eyes at those words. “But you shouldn’t.”

“What I mean is… I can’t keep doing this because of the money.” It was never about the money when it came to you. Yes, he liked buying you things and spending money on you. But there was more in it for him. “I care too much for you now, for it to be about the money.”

“Can you think about our relationship for a second… without the money.” You asked him.

Think about their “relationship” without the money. Their whole arrangement started because of money.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

"What would we do while you were in town? And I don't mean the shopping." Your question puzzled him a little.

Without the money? He thought. That wasn’t shopping?

"Dinner, and we'd go out to hang out with my friends, maybe watch a movie or something." He finally managed to get out.

Come to think of it he had never met your friends, he never tried to insert himself into your life thinking that there was no way that he would fit. Always busy with his career, media obligations, and his friends. It was easier for him to try to find a way to pull you into his world, without inserting himself into yours.

"What am I to you Daniel? What do you call me in all your notes?" You asked. It was like there was an odd shift in the room. Everything felt slower, almost hazy with how dark it felt in the apartment.

"You... you're my girl." He struggled to get the words out. He had only said those words out loud once, before that, it was always either writing them down on paper or in a text message. Saying it now felt strange on his tongue.

"Why do you call me that?" You drew out of him.

As you walked closer Daniel couldn’t help but swallow down his breath. His hands felt hot like he had just gotten out of the car after an intense session on the track.

"Because you’re mine." He whispered, "I like spoiling what's mine." He still didn’t know what that meant for the two of them. Calling you his was one thing, but he knew that he had no ownership of you whatsoever.

Feeling the press of your body against his chest made him nervous. All he wanted was to get out of the hoodie that he was wearing. It would make him less hot, and make it easier for him to breathe. He felt you moving his hands to your hips, just laying them over the soft fabric of your shorts.

"It's okay, Daniel." You whispered brushing their noses together. "You can have me." The invitation felt too good to be true.

It was too easy to pull you to the couch and let himself get lost in the feeling of your lips. Two months without it. You were a drug in the best way, the best high he could ever get. How had he let himself believe that he could live without the feeling of you in his arms and the taste of your lips on his?

Coherent thoughts and feelings didn’t matter while he held you to his chest.

“You’re perfect for me,” He praised you letting his lips trail over your neck. You were trouble and he knew that he was done for.

At some point in the evening, both of you had moved to the bedroom. He was leaning back against the headboard, letting his eyes wander around the room taking in the contrast of soft creams and dark black accent pieces. A phone charger and a few jewelry pieces cluttered the nightstand to his left.

His fingers fiddled with the silver Tiffany bracelet that you were wearing, letting himself get lost in the feeling of your skin against his, seeing your hair a mess, and light bruises start to show on your neck.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked him.

He gave you a slight nod. He wasn’t sure what he could promise you. A wonderful life, a diamond ring one day? Okay, maybe he was getting ahead of himself by thinking about a diamond ring.

"If we keep doing this," You said, pointing at the two of you. "Promise me that you know it's not about the money."

So it hadn’t been about the money for her? He couldn’t help but question. He still paid for things for you, food, clothes, even if he was the one who was picking things out to give to you. Money was the thing that held them together.

"But isn't that why this all started for you," He asked. "Because of the money."

"Yes, when I was in school." You said. School. Right. You had been in college when you met. How could he forget? "But I'm out of college now, I can find a job.”

Find a job? He didn’t like the sound of that. That would mean that if they kept this, even if it was in some small way he would have to work around not just his schedule but yours as well. There was no way.

“Maybe even take over paying the rent on this place." You continued.

Pay rent. He didn’t pay rent on this place. He had bought it. He always saw it as an investment, he put down the 5 million on it, and if this hadn’t worked out he could always rent it out to someone. It wasn’t like he needed the extra income.

"I don't pay rent on it." He admitted, scratching at the back of his neck. "I bought it."

He looked over at you to see that you were a little shocked at his confession. Maybe he should have told you that when he had gotten you the place.

"What about you?" You asked changing the subject. "What started all this for you?"

That was a hard question to answer without going into too much detail. Everything in his career felt like it was falling apart and in some ways his life as well.

"I needed a change, something to make me feel like I was worth something. A priority if you will." That felt like the easy way to explain it. He hadn’t felt like he made himself a priority in a long time. Being with you made him feel like he was worth something. It was always time and energy well spent. You made him feel like he was worth everything after just a few hours together.

He felt you move closer to him in the sheets, sitting on his lap as your bare thighs brushed against each other. Your hair pooled around your face a bit as he tried to stop himself from pulling you closer. You may have just been wearing only his hoodie in bed but he could only control himself so much.

"You are worth so much." You said to him. He felt you lean closer to him. Touching your foreheads together. "All the money in the world can't compare."

God, that was cheesy. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing even if he tried.

Daniel let himself enjoy the feeling of you against him. The supple feel of your hands on his skin, the way your hair was just slightly brushing over his arm. Small things he hadn’t let himself enjoy before.

"I think that if we keep doing this," He started to say. He was slow to pull back from you. A the same time he wanted to cherish feeling you against him. "You need to know that it'll be more for me than it was."

He was making this choice for you. He couldn’t do this if you wanted to keep it casual. He needed it to be all or nothing. Full relationship. He couldn’t live with just having pieces and moments with you anymore.

"I understand." You said as he felt your fingers running over the skin close to his collarbone.

"No, like, I have feelings for you. Real feelings. And I can't do this if you don't feel anything for me in return." He stopped your hand where it was.

He wasn’t willing to say the words I love you. He didn’t want you to shut him down if you heard them, he couldn’t handle it.

"I do have feelings for you, but I never thought that you would let me get close enough to see if there was more than attraction." Wait? What? He thought… it wasn’t just him then. He didn’t have to treat this like it was only based on what he felt for you.

“When did it become more for you? Italy? Meeting Scotty and my friends?” He couldn’t help but wonder. Why had you fallen for him if it wasn’t to do with the money?

When you brought up the story of him insisting on walking closer to the curb on the street he couldn’t help but feel a light blush make his cheeks warm. He was just being a gentleman. Doing what he thought he should since it was late at night and they were in New York. He didn’t want you walking close to the sidewalk in case something happened. Who knew what could happen if you did?

“That’s when I knew it was more, I knew that I couldn’t make you give me more, so I let you give me what you could, until Monaco.” He appreciated that for a while she had been understanding of the fact that he didn’t want to just jump into something. “By then I was sick of waiting. I needed more… So I took it.”

Hearing that being in Monaco made you want more had made him see that it was more gradual for you than it was for him. He had been apprehensive to share his feelings for you, but now that he knew that you felt something for him, he wanted to be with you more than ever.

"I guess that means that we're both in this." You half asked.

"This means," He said, quickly flipping you onto your back. He made sure to rest his arms against the mattress to keep most of his weight off you. You let out a loud laugh. "That since you’re mine, I get to keep taking care of you."

You were quick to lock your legs around his back while he lightly trailed his lips over your neck.

"Know what that means?" He whispered, nudging your neck with his nose before moving up your neck. You felt perfect underneath him.

"There is... no way... I'm letting you... get a job." He admitted between moving to the other side of your neck lightly digging his teeth into the skin. Nope, not happening ever. You were his and he didn’t want you working if he could help it. Damn the fact that you paid for your schooling.

Daniel had let his eyes pear over to the window to see that it had grown dark at some point. Between the talking, the couch, and ending you in your bed. You had turned the lights off and Daniel had settled in against one of the pillows that you had on your bed. He had felt you move closer to him in bed, he turned over onto his side instead of his normal sleeping position on his stomach.

“Don’t worry, babe.” He put his arm around your waist, muttering into your hair before kissing your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It was a promise that he intended to keep. He let the sound of your breathing settle him to sleep. It had been the first time since Monaco that he had been able to fall asleep without the sound of a podcast or music filling his ears.

The feeling of the sun in Daniel’s face had woken him up. He was under a thick duvet, his pillow crushed in his arms, and a warm body settled against his side. Daniel was careful to roll over in bed. He knew that this wasn’t his bedroom on the farm in Perth, his bedroom in his Monaco apartment, or the house in LA. However, waking up here didn’t seem out of place.

He looked over to the other side of the bed, past messed-up white sheets, and saw strands of hair gracefully falling over a pillow. You were still asleep, turned towards him.

He didn’t want to leave the bed, but he thought maybe it would be nice if he at least made you a cup of coffee. He pulled himself out from under the warm sheets, letting the cold air of your apartment hit his chest.

As he moved through the apartment he couldn’t help but rub his eyes. He looked through some of the books that were on your shelves, pictures of you with your friends that he didn’t recognize at parties and out at dinner.

Eventually, he makes his way to the kitchen, looking through cabinets and opening drawers before finding the coffee mug you always use. His eyes fall on the built-in coffee maker and he can’t help but think that it looks complicated. Buttons and screen. Are there instructions lying around somewhere?

“How do you work this damn thing?” He asks no one. He’s on his last try using the machine before giving up and just using Uber Eats to order Starbucks or something. He’s washed the mug and it’s still dripping wet when he hears what can only be your feet against the light hardwood floors.

He looks up seeing you and can’t help but smile. You look gorgeous in the pink dress that you’re wearing. He places the cup down trying to avoid one of the bigger puddles of water by the sink that is facing the living room.

“How's my girl this morning?” He asks. As you get closer Daniel can’t help but reach for you. Now that he can touch you as much as he wants, he’s not sure if he’ll ever stop.

He leans down to press a light kiss on your cheek.

“Pretty good.” He can feel the smile in your words.

Everything after that feels easy, like the whole time he’s known you this is what the relationship has been like. He can’t help but stand there for a few moments, in awe of being here with you. He pulls his hand away from your cheeks, looking down at you as you peek up at him through your eyelashes.

“I know I bought the place, but can you please show me how to use this thing?” He says gesturing to the coffee maker.

You laugh pulling away from him just a bit before kissing his cheek. He can’t help the smile that creeps through. God, does this feel right. He watches as you roam around the kitchen making both of you coffee. The little sound of you humming to yourself, as he takes in the thought of being able to enjoy this all the time, not just when he lets himself indulge in his selfish whims.

As he’s watching you, he’s surprised to see you pull out oat milk from the fridge and put it into what he can only assume is his cup of coffee.

You quickly give it to him and all he can say is, “Thanks, babe,” Taking the cup from you.

He lets himself pull you to the couch needing to feel you close. It’s always been easy to talk to you, never having to miss a beat with anything that either of you brings up. Movies, music, anything. It just flows for both of you. He’s holding his coffee cup in one hand while the other is running over your skin, making little invisible patterns that he’s not paying attention to.

He can’t believe that some part of him thought it would be right to leave and run from this. It felt right, talking to you that night by the bar. From the moment he met you, he knew that he was done for.

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Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader Part 3

The Arrangement Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

In the last few months since Italy, you and Daniel started talking more

It started with simple good-morning texts and then led to him texting you before you ended up going to bed at the end of the day

You knew that while it was morning for you, it was night for him

Morning Babe you would wake up to see on your phone

Good evening Danny you would text back

Your arrangement with Daniel was going well

You started to charge your monthly rent onto the card that Daniel gave you and made sure to make a note of Rent in the information box

That was really the only thing you had been using the card for

And then you went out to dinner with your friends and thought, I can use Daniel's card to cover dinner. It's not a big deal.

A week after that a large bouquet of flowers and a small orange Hermés box got delivered to your door

It was addressed to you and with it a card in Daniel's handwriting

To my girl,

Hey babe just wanted to check in aside from our normal daily texts to one another

Hope you got the rest of your Holiday gifts from me

(You had, Daniel had ended up getting you the matching pair of Earrings that went with the Van Cleef necklace he bought you, and a new 16-inch MacBook Pro since you had told him that the old one that you started college with was on its last legs)

I'm going to be coming into town after the New Year and I want you to come out with me for the night. It's just with some friends, a casual thing, so save the Dior for when I next take you out on the town like you deserve.

I'll text you when my flight gets in.

- Danny Ric

You had gone out with Daniel like this before, but it wasn't with his friends

It was a sponsorship thing for the team that he was driving for. From the moment you entered that room, you had never seen so much orange in one place before.

Being with Daniel and investing the type of time with him that you did, didn't leave you a whole lot of room for any type of romantic relationship. Your "Romantic relationship" in the oddest sense was with Daniel. It felt like you were dating him in every way aside from the fact that it never went further than a dinner.

Every once in a while, in the first year of your arrangement, you noticed that you would let yourself slip a little when it came to him.

You would clutch at his suit jacket as you walked on crowded streets. Daniel's warm hands would hold yours while you sat at dinner together. You even could swear that at times you felt his eyes dropping to your lips.

It never went further than a few touches here and there, as if he was always keeping you at arm's length

You pushed the thought away reaching for the orange Hermés box, it was small, probably another piece of jewelry

In the box ended up being a bangle with the Hermés Kelly type lock, you quickly undo the clasp and put it on your wrist with the growing collection of designer bracelets that he's bought you

Daniel always appreciated you sending him photos of the things he bought you. He loved seeing you use them as if they were more than common day objects

Growing quite the collection there, You receive later on in the evening just after your dinner arrived

Once every two weeks you would order yourself dinner with Daniel's card. It was more so that he knew that you were using it consistently and not just for the big-ticket items that you couldn't normally afford yourself.

They're amazing, you sent back.

Got to keep my girl in style until I can see that pretty face again, You couldn't help the blush that reached your cheeks.

Daniel had grown bolder since Italy, he was freer with compliments and you loved that he thought of you as his, in whatever way suited him.

When Daniel finally came into town, he texted you the day that his flight got in. It was late in the evening and you were just about to order yourself dinner after a long day on campus.

All day you had been telling yourself, four more months and then graduation. It was as if school was never-ending.

Seeing Daniel's name show up on your phone screen made things seem easier, you could be carefree with him since the way he lived his life made you think less about yours

Hey babe, flight just got in

Still up for coming out on Saturday?

Being with Daniel on a weekend was something that you really needed right now

With you? Always.

As soon as you sent that you wanted to delete it. But didn't because you knew that Daniel would have seen that it said deleted message.

Saturday came faster than you thought it would

Daniel texted you around 2 pm that he would be picking you up around 8 and to dress casually for dinner

You got dressed leaving some of the jewelry from your stack of bracelets at the apartment, taking only two of the bracelets that Daniel bought you to dinner, a black dress that you had worn out to dinner with friends before, a black clutch, and heels, and then your thick pea-coat.

Daniel texted you when he was downstairs, and when you got into the town car, you greeted him by kissing him on the cheek

He looked a little surprised by that, or maybe he was surprised that you did it before he had a chance to

Dinner with his friends had gone well, they were all nice and were as dressed up as you were, and you didn't feel out of place with them. Daniel's friend Scotty and his wife Chloe spent most of the evening talking to you, Daniel kissed your cheek before he went to the restroom and then once again when he came back

You liked being around Daniel's friends, they were fun to be around

A few of Daniel's friends said that they were going to head out to a bar, and Daniel had declined saying that both of you had an early morning tomorrow and needed to head home

You never let his friends see that you weren't aware of his plans

When you both got into the town car, both of you fell into an easy conversation. At first, talking about dinner and his friends. And then the car pulled up to your apartment building.

"Do you want to come up?" You asked him.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes. "You sure?" He replied.

You gave him a nod.

Letting Daniel into your apartment made your nerves rise rather quickly. You didn't expect anything to happen.

When Daniel stepped foot into the apartment, you could see his eyes running all over the living room. It wasn't the biggest apartment or in the best condition but you had moved in your junior year and back then couldn't afford anything better.

You offered him a drink before you both sat on the couch, it creaked under Daniel before he placed his feet on the coffee table that had seen better days.

Daniel ended up leaving around 1 am, but as he walked out your door you could see that behind his eyes there was a question that he wanted to ask you. You had gotten really good at seeing the intentions behind his eyes.

Just before graduation came around you saw Daniel again, and he asked you again about possibly getting you an apartment, he would cover everything. You felt like you were taking advantage of him but couldn’t stop yourself from giving in and saying yes.

You moved into the fully furnished apartment just after graduation

Daniel showed up the day after with a bag of pastries and drinks from that coffee place that you like

You ended up on the plush couch talking before Daniel reached into the pocket of his baggy jeans and ended up placing the second key to the apartment in your hands. He told you that the realtor had given him the other one since his name was on the lease. You looked at it for a moment before giving it back to him.

"Just in case," You said, and he gave you a wide smile back.

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Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader Headcanon

A/N: New possible story idea. I'm just trying to see where I can take this idea from here. This is really just story set up.

This is inspired by me cleaning out things from old Pinterest boards

The Arrangement Masterlist

You used to be a big party girl when you were in college.

You were in Vegas on vacation with a group of friends when your roommate said that she would be going out for the night to have dinner with this guy.

The next morning you found her back in the hotel room with a stack of hundreds stuffed in a yellow envelope.

She told you about her dinner with this older guy. He had money, was well-connected, and paid her to spend time with him.

It all seemed perfect.

So the next night she went out with him, she invited you along.

And that was how you met Daniel.

He was sitting at the bar and you started talking to him.

Daniel didn't know what a sugar baby was when he met you.

You thought that he did.

You were quite embarrassed when your friend came up to you asking him how much he was willing to pay you for the time you had spent together in the restaurant.

You could see the color leave his face.

"Are you?" He started to ask.

You just nodded playing it cool before muttering, "A sugar baby."

You weren't really a sugar baby, at least he didn't know that you weren't.

You could see his shoulders relax just a bit.

Your friend ended up pulling you away from him and you didn't see him the rest of the night.

One of your friends ends up letting you borrow a dress to go out to some expensive restaurant on the strip the next night.

And you saw Daniel again. He's with a large group of people. Your eyes connected in the low lighting of the room.

Halfway through your dinner when you're on your way to the bathroom you end up bumping into him.

He asks for your number.

You figure that he'll have it and never text you because some guys are like that.

Instead, the day that you are back in your apartment unpacking from your trip you get a text from him.

Look, I don't know what a sugar baby does aside from a few weird stories that I've heard from some friends but would you be willing to try with me?

You contemplate not texting him back before showing the text to your roommate.

She encourages you to go for it. It's easy money and you get a free meal out of it at least if it goes wrong.

It takes a few weeks before you have the chance to meet up with Daniel.

Your friend gave you a small list of things to bring up with him.

Allowance, things that you were willing to do and not, and how often you would see one another.

It was a lot to try and remember while she gave you one of her more expensive dresses from the back of her closet, and let you borrow a vintage Chanel bag that her own sugar daddy bought her.

Once you are at dinner, you find that it's easy to talk to him.

It's not awkward at all, you ordered food and were sipping on the wine that he had chosen before he brought it up.

"So, I figured we'd talk about that sugar babe thing or whatever."

You put your fork down before looking up at him again.

He told you he didn't know what he was doing, and you didn't either.

"Maybe we can keep doing this... going out to dinners and you going with me to events. I'll pay for it, hotel, clothes, shoes. We'll make a schedule or something..." He's quick to offer.

It doesn't sound exactly like what your roommate has, but it sounds similar. Her sugar daddy pays for her half of the rent, and the allowance he gives her goes to paying off her college tuition and buying herself things that you never noticed were in her closet until recently.

"I'm not really looking for anything more than this right now." He says.

So, you agreed to what he was offering and spent the dinner getting to know him better.

You find out that he was a Formula 1 driver and was currently without a seat for the next year.

You told him you didn't know what that was.

"Drive To Survive, it's on Netflix."

You would have to use your roommate's Netflix when you got back to the apartment and found out what he was talking about.

You told him that you were in your last year of college and a bit about your major.

When you get home you end up watching the first season of Drive To Survive, and when you see Daniel on your TV you can't help but be a little shocked, he seems so confident in front of the camera but with you is very reserved.

It was a few months later when you noticed that things were changing, but you still talked to Daniel the same amount.

He started getting more comfortable sending you things like flowers or he offered to pay for your textbooks before sending you a check that was more than your textbooks would have cost.

You were in between semesters when Daniel asked if you would be interested in spending your summer break with him.

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Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader Part 2

The Arrangement Masterlist

Formula 1 Masterlist

He said that he would be flying to Italy for a few weeks and wanted to see you

You would have your own room in the Villa that he was staying in, and before you could even bring up paying for a plane ticket he said that he would e-mail all of the flight information to you

You agree to go and he’s quick to tell you that if you need anything you don’t have for the trip he’ll cover the costs

Over the course of the trip, you start to notice things

On your second day in Italy, Daniel takes you shopping at all of the big-name brands that you can't afford while paying for college

He buys you Chanel, and Dior, even insisting on going into Cartier and Van Cleef. He says, "We'll just be looking."

You spend a little too much time standing in front of the display with all of the paved Love bracelets and see a pair of butterfly earrings in Van Cleef

You and Daniel end up getting lunch at a little Café at the end of your day of shopping

He tells you that he made reservations at 8 pm at some restaurant and that he's already picked out something for you to wear

When you get back to the Villa, there is an Oscar De La Renta Box on the bed in your room

You're hesitant to open it, let alone put what's in the box on

In the end, you end up putting on the stunning red jeweled dress and you take the new Dior bag that Daniel bought you

When you walk out of your bedroom you see Daniel standing there in the foyer of the house in a suit

"Wow," He says, his eyes constantly looking at you. As if you're gliding on the marble floor. "You look... beautiful."

He's quick to try to meet your eyes before you notice that his eyes fall to your neck.

"I knew something was missing." He quickly mentions before walking over to the table that's by the front door. There’s a small white bag with green letters reading Van Cleef & Arpels.

Your eyes go a little wide when Daniel pulls out a green box and presents it to you.

He's quick to motion at you to open it. You pull the ribbon and open the box of the lid to reveal the butterfly necklace that you had been looking at earlier in the day.

Daniel takes it out of the box before clasping it around your neck

"Something to remember me by." He off-handedly says before offering you his arm.

While you're at dinner, you notice that Daniel is quiet and not as animated as usual

Something is going on. Maybe he's calling this off, but he doesn't seem like the type of person to fly you all the way to Italy just to end the arrangement that you have

Daniel had chosen a bottle of wine, and you both ordered dinner. He ordered you pasta, the most expensive option on the menu before fidgeting with the sleeves of his dress shirt

"So, I know that we've been doing this for a while... and I was wondering if you would be interested in taking it a little further?" He asked.

You weren't really sure what further meant for the two of you. You were basically at his beck and call, although he never forced you to do anything that you didn't want to

"What does that mean? Do you want to see me more?" You ask back.

"Yeah, or maybe I could start to give you an allowance every month and pay your rent or get you an apartment."

Your hand drops to your neck without thinking about it.

Was this why Daniel bought you the necklace? In case you said no to his offer?

You liked spending time with him when you could, it wasn't often but he wouldn't be driving in F1 next year so you hoped to see him more.

It would work well for you really. To take up his offer while you were in search of a job. He could cover your rent for however long you needed.

"Why don't we start small, like we have been." You offered, you never wanted Daniel to think that you were taking advantage of his generosity.

Both of you agreed.

A few weeks after you got home from your trip, there was a yellow package from Daniel.

In it, a red Cartier box, and a letter with the word Enchanté in cursive.

You opened the letter first, leaving the Cartier box too scared to see what was on the inside. You still wore the Van Cleef necklace that Daniel gifted you every day.

The letter read.

Hey babe,

figured it was time for a bit of an upgrade from what you're used to. I'm going home to Australia for the holidays and I know that we won't get to spend them together so I figured I'd get you all of your gifts early.

If you look through the rest of the envelope from this letter there is a card with your name on it (again), we talked about an allowance in Italy and I intend to keep my promise. It's already activated and everything. Don't worry about the limit on it.

But knowing you, you won't try to spend me out of house and home. Is it bad that I kind of want you too?

I meant to give you what was in that red box before we left Italy but there never seemed like a good time.

Talk soon

- Danny Ric

You end up opening the envelope the letter came in to see a thick metal-like card before pulling it out to see a metal American Express card. It had his name written on it.

As you look at it you're not sure if you even want to use it. But Daniel seems to trust you with the money that he gave you.

You end up putting the letter and the card to the side before reaching for the Cartier box. It's wrapped with a red ribbon. You delicately pull it off the box, and then pull the lid off the reveal the signature Cartier Love bracelet box.

You press the button on the box seeing a fully paved Love bracelet with its matching 14k gold screwdriver.

You leave it before reaching for your phone and take a picture of it to send to Daniel with the message, Thank you, I love it!💕

You only had to wait a little bit before Daniel messaged you back.

Anything for my girl, you read.

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Tu me promets (Reader POV) - D.R. #3

Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Monaco from the reader's POV, the fallout after and Daniel doing his best to make it right.

Warning(s): Implied sexual content, possessive Daniel

A/N: I would recommend that you go and give Daniel's POV a read if you already haven't after reading this.

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Being here in Monaco with Daniel felt like you were in a dream. The yachts, the people, even watching the cars pass by as Daniel drove you around the city.

Daniel took you shopping after dropping your luggage off at the hotel. You walked into store after store, collecting bags as if there was no such thing as too much when it came to him.

A dress from Dior, an Alexander McQueen signature clutch, shoes from Gianvito Rossi, and a custom necklace from Bvlgari.

Going to the event with Daniel that evening was too easy. You just had to stand next to him and be able to feed off his energy all night. Talk to the people in the room, and make sure that you were polite to the wait staff.

Halfway through the evening, Daniel pulled you onto the dance floor for what should have been a tango. You had been the only two people on the floor. His lips had "accidentally" brushed against yours...

After you had left the party, you invited Daniel up to your hotel room for a drink. You had talked like that night in your apartment. Your dress and heels were getting a little uncomfortable so you said that you would quickly change and be right back.

You looked through your suitcase and saw that you had only packed a La Perla nightie. Stepping back into the living area, you could feel Daniel's eyes on you.

Would it be wrong of me to wonder why he hadn't tried to take things further? You thought to yourself, pouring yourself a glass of Champagne.

You had walked to the couch placing your feet on Daniel's lap, his hand resting on your calf drawing random patterns on your skin. You could feel your skin growing hot under his hands.

Your champagne glass had already been placed on the table as you were talking. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you tried to take this further. If he would even let you or try to stop you. You had always let Daniel set the pace and even slowed it down when it felt like he was rushing into this.

After he gave so much, was it wrong of you to want to be a little greedy? He never let himself take it further. You never felt like you had to push Daniel for more, but as you sat in the hotel suite with him you couldn't help but want more.

You moved closer to him, before reaching over to kiss him. And God was it worth the wait. His hands went to your thighs, pulling up the nightie. Your hands moved into his hair, while you could feel him grow hard under his dress pants, and the expensive lace of your panties.

Being with him was slow and languid, like the most intimate tango of your life. To tango alone with him was everything.

Daniel seemed to settle within your bedsheets, his fine curls against the white pillow. You had fallen asleep against him almost instantly. You had woken up a little while later, Daniel was sleeping on his stomach. You pulled yourself from the sheets, stealing his white dress shirt off the back of the couch before climbing back in bed.

You glanced at the long exposed skin of his back and couldn't help but place a light kiss on his shoulder blade before closing your eyes again. You were sure you would see him in the morning, he had promised you that he would be coming back home with you.

There were sounds in the room that seemed to pull you out of sleep.

"Daniel?" You questioned, slowly moving up in bed.

It didn't look like anyone was in the room with you. You moved from the bed and then out from under the sheets. There was a white notepad next to your jewelry, your eyes glanced into the mirror and you saw yourself as you stood there in Daniel's shirt, a light purple bruise - correction, hickey on your neck. There was what looked like a red lipstick stain on the collar of the shirt that you were wearing. It was your favorite shade by Dior.

You looked down at the note, watching Daniel's handwriting turn frantic as the words kept going.

Hey babe,

Sorry, I couldn't stay. I know that I promised that I'd fly back home with you, but something came up with the team. So I'm needed ASAP.

I'll call when I can, I'll miss I'll see you soon. Hope you have a good flight.

Please text me when you get home safe... I don't want anything to happen to my girl you.

Danny Ric

Looking at this letter made you feel weird. You moved back onto the bed, and read it over again. It was strange, almost like this letter was written by the Daniel that you had first met in Vegas, not the Daniel that you knew.

Daniel wasn't that great at hiding the fact that he thought of you as his. You loved it when he called you his. You wore the jewelry that he bought you daily, lived in the apartment that he paid for, and wore clothes that he would pick out for you. You were his. Sleeping with him didn't change that.

It had been two months since you had seen or heard from Daniel. You had to find out online that Daniel was back driving in Formula 1. He didn't text or call you as his note said. It was just dead silence from him.

You were still using his credit card to pay for food and the few bills that you had like Netflix and Spotify. You knew that you should have stopped using his card after he hadn't gotten back to you.

You had been sitting on the couch eating Italian take-out, watching Gossip Girl, and looking at the offer letter you had gotten in your email earlier in the day. Serena had just gotten back together with Dan after he had judged her for something. You weren't really paying attention.

There had been a knock at your door, which was strange. Normally, the security guard at the front desk would call up first.

You moved the take-out container onto your coffee table before opening the door. As you pulled it open, your eyes widened looking at Daniel standing before you with a small bouquet of white Japanese Camellias.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

It was his apartment, he didn't have to ask to come in. You stood there for a moment before walking away from the door.

"I'm sorry." He sputtered trying to hand you the flowers. You didn't take them from him.

You watched as he walked in placing the bouquet in the vase you had that looked like a Lady Dior bag. There was no water in it but you could always add more later.

"Look, I know I shouldn't have left the morning after," Daniel said, as he leaned against the back of the cream couch in his hoodie and jeans. "I just... it was a lot for me, to know how I felt and then do that. Be with you."

You just look at him as he's standing there. You don't know what to say to him. He slept with you, bolted the morning after, and left you a scribbled note.

It was horrible to even think that what he did wasn’t that bad. Some girls got less after sleeping with a guy. Daniel had given you business class tickets to fly home, and you came back to a fully furnished apartment that he paid for.

There were never any hard promises with your arrangement. It was always one day at a time, at the pace that he would set. Either you would agree or you wouldn't. He never promised you more than that.

"So, what does that mean?" You pulled at the bottom of the oversized hoodie that you wore, it was pastel pink. You knew that it was also Daniel's. He had left it here before Monaco and said that you could keep it since it was a merch sample.

"I don't know." He said with a shake of his head. "I pay you... to spend time with me, in gifts, and clothing, and all this other stuff."

There were so many things that Daniel had given you over the time that you had known him.

"I won't pay you to sleep with me, it's not right." Well he was paying you still and you had slept with him.

"Who says that you'd be paying me to sleep with you? Maybe I just want to." You spoke up. Daniel probably knew that his money could buy him anything, even that. It was sweet that he didn't want you to think he was using his money to buy that from you.

"But you shouldn't." He started to say and then stopped after closing his eyes. "What I mean is, I can't keep doing this because of the money. I care too much for you now for it just to be what it was."

You cared about Daniel too. So you had to ask him something. Just have him think about what your relationship was like, without the money there.

"Can you think about our relationship for a second... without the money." You said slowly walking closer to him.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned almost cluelessly.

"What would we do while you were in town? And I don't mean the shopping." You wanted him to see that his money wasn't part of the equation.

"Dinner, and we'd go out to hang out with my friends, maybe watch a movie or something." You let Daniel get the words out, watching his face for a bit. He still looked serious, like he didn't understand.

"What am I to you Daniel? What do you call me in all your notes?" You asked.

"You... you're my girl." Hearing him say it made a small shiver run down your spine. You shook your head before walking closer to him.

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because you’re mine." He whispered, "I like spoiling what's mine."

You could hear a little realization in his voice.

You pressed yourself against his chest, lightly brushing your nose over his. You heard his breath catch in his throat. For the first time when it came to Daniel, you felt like you were the one fully in control.

You glanced to the side to see that Daniel's hands were laid flat against his pants. You reached for them, placing them at your hips. You wanted him to touch you, to feel you under his hands.

"It's okay, Daniel." You whispered. "You can have me."

Giving him the invitation was all it took. He pulled you in closer and then picked you up taking you to the couch. He plastered you to his chest, having your lips meet his with his hands quickly starting to card through your hair.

You knew that you still had things to talk about with him but it could wait.

You were starving for each other.

A few hours later, Daniel was sitting up against the headboard of your bed. You sometimes forget that he had never ventured this far into the apartment.

He was fidgeting with the delicate chain of the Tiffany bracelet that you wore. It was one of the few luxury pieces that you had that Daniel hadn't gotten you.

You looked up at him to see that his hair was a mess from tugging at it. He still looked so good though.

"Can you promise me something?" You asked him.

He looked to meet your eyes, not giving you much acknowledgment other than a slight nod.

"If we keep doing this," You pointed between the two of you. "Promise me that you know it's not about your money."

You wanted him to understand that it was more for you, you wouldn't say that you were in love but you cared about him. It wasn't about the money for you either, or the security of being taken care of. You were out of school and could find a job on your own if you needed to. You didn't need Daniel's money.

"But isn't that why this all started for you," He asked. "Because of the money."

"Yes, when I was in school." He seems to forget about that. "But I'm out of college now, I can find a job, maybe even take over paying the rent on this place."

You could but you didn't know how much Daniel was paying in rent. It was a 2-bedroom apartment in one of the nicest parts of the city. It isn't cheap.

"I don't pay rent on it." He said scratching at the back of his neck. "I bought it."

Your eyes widened. So when he had gotten you an apartment, he had bought you one... You didn't know how to feel about that.

"What about you?" You asked, changing the subject. "What started all this for you?"

You never knew Daniel's motivations for entering this arrangement.

"I needed a change, something to make me feel like I was worth something. A priority, if you will."

You moved the fluffy sheets around you before moving to sit in his lap. You could feel him bare under your thighs. You didn’t feel that exposed with the sheets around you and his hoodie covering your chest.

"You are worth so much." You leaned forward so your forehead was touching his. "All the money in the world can't compare."

Daniel let out a big laugh tucking his face into your hair. You couldn't help your smile from breaking through. That was a really cheesy thing to say.

He didn't pull back right away, probably lost in thought.

"I think that if we keep doing this," He started to say. He was slow to pull back from you. Wanting to cherish feeling you against him. "You need to know that it'll be more for me than it was."

You figured it would be more. It wouldn't be just dinners, flying you out whenever it worked for both of you, and shopping.

"I understand." You said tracing over the tattoo close to his collarbone.

"No, like, I have feelings for you. Real feelings. And I can't do this if you don't feel anything for me in return." He placed his hand over yours on his chest.

You weren't in love with him, sure you could see yourself one day falling for him but it wouldn’t be right for you to say that.

"I do have feelings for you, but I never thought that you would let me get close enough to see if there was more than attraction." It wasn't exactly what you wanted to say. Even saying that didn't feel easy.

You could see his shoulders deflate a little, not happy with what you told him. His head moved back against the headboard, and you saw him swallow heavily. Part of you thought he would get up and leave. He didn’t, he stayed in bed letting himself contemplate for a bit.

“When did it become more for you? Italy? Meeting Scotty and my friends?” He asked finally, looking to meet your eyes.

There were a few questions you thought he would ask, but that wasn’t one of them.

It wasn’t hard to think back to that. It was too easy. You had gone out to dinner with him, it was probably within the first eight months of knowing each other, and you had to walk down the street late at night. Daniel had taken your hand and insisted that he be the one to walk closest to the sidewalk. It was an off thing to cherish in a partner, it made you see that not all chivalry was dead yet.

So you told him that, watched as his face moved as the words left your mouth. He looked surprised with a light blush falling over his cheeks. “That’s when I knew it was more, I knew that I couldn’t make you give me more, so I let you give me what you could, until Monaco. By then I was sick of waiting. I needed more… So I took it.” You had been selfish that night, taking what you wanted.

It was weird, now knowing that Daniel wanted it too.

"I guess that means that we're both in this." He finally said. You leaned closer to him, letting your lips meet before feeling his hands move up to your thighs.

"This means," He said, quickly flipping you onto your back. You let out a loud laugh. "That since you’re mine, I get to keep taking care of you."

He hovered over you before he dropped his head to your neck, lightly trailing kisses over your skin. You couldn't help but try to shift under him, your legs were locked over his back.

"Know what that means?" He asked. You shook your head no slowly, feeling his nose nuzzle you behind your ear.

"There is... no way... I'm letting you... get a job." He lightly kissed your skin in between words before he shifted on top of you to pay attention to the other side of your neck.

You shook your head in disagreement before pecking him on the lips. Let him think that you weren’t going to end up getting a job, for now.

Eventually, you turned on the lights in the bedroom off needing some sleep. You pressed yourself up against Daniel, scared that there was a possibility of him leaving before you woke up in the morning.

“Don’t worry, babe.” He muttered into your hair before kissing your forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You closed your eyes thinking of his promise, his hands traveling down your back. It was easy being able to drift off next to him, the room dark with the city lights peeking in through the window in the room.

You had woken up the next morning to the sound of cursing coming from your kitchen. You pulled the sheets closer to you before opening your eyes to see the other pillow that was normally fluffed had a dent in it.

“How do you work this damn thing?” You heard a familiar accent say.

You let yourself lay in bed a little longer before getting up and walking into the closet to throw a sweatshirt on and some shorts. You couldn’t find the one you wanted to wear in your closet, it was probably in the washing machine. So, you pulled on a short pink dress instead quickly and then walked out of your closet to see Daniel’s hoodie on the edge of your bed. You took it with you, laying it over the back of the sofa in the living room before walking into the kitchen.

Daniel had just turned around holding your beloved coffee mug in his hand. It was wet, and you could make out small puddles of water by the sink.

He gave you a big smile before placing the cup into the stand for the coffee maker.

“How's my girl this morning?” He asked.

“Pretty good.” You replied, getting closer. You were more than pretty good. Daniel was still here. He hadn’t left.

You moved your arms around his waist and then pecked him on the lips before he deepened it. His hands moved up to cradle your cheek slowly pulling away. He looked a little surprised. As if he couldn’t believe that you were still standing in front of him.

“I know I bought the place, but can you please show me how to use this thing?” He said, gesturing to the coffee maker.

You laughed, pulling away from him a bit, and then quickly kissed his stubbly cheek before pressing one of the buttons on the coffee maker. You had gone into your fridge to pull out oat milk for Daniel, while your cup filled up with coffee and the normal milk that you used.

Daniel just watched you wander around the kitchen, he thanked you once you made his latte and then made your way over to the couch. You and Daniel spent the next few hours together, at some point, he insisted on watching a movie, and you sat and listened to him quote the lines that he knew, and corrected him on the lines that he had forgotten.

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