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cherry-leclerc · 5 months

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lolita ☆ cs55

genre: age gap (10 years), porn with plot, affairs, forbidden romance, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of drugs, tragedy, erotic literature

word count: 14.9k

You were young, alluring, floating through a disastrous life with the touch of a thousand angels. Carlos was successful, irresistible and someone who often kept a distance from catastrophe. Never in a million years did he think he would have a complete moment of weakness. Especially the week of his wedding.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+... sexual tension, penetrative sex, dry humping, riding, size kink, oral sex (f and m receiving), semi - public sex, deepthroating, praise, fingering, handjobs, lots of dirty foreplay, slapping (like once AH), a bit of edging, overstimulation, a bit of crying, sucking on fingers, squirting - i should stop now, oh god.

inspired by this and this !

STOP AND READ:

This by no means - in any shape or form - is something that should be admired or looked up to. It does deal with serious topics such as: grooming, suicide, and drugs. While the reader is of age (19), this is not my way of impulsing my own readers - especially younger ones, if by any chance they come across this - to follow this mindset. Dark themes will take place and if that is not something you are comfortable with, then that is okay, I definitely have more light hearted fics in my masterlist. “Love stories” aren’t always filled with flowers and rainbows, they can also be hurtful and confusing, often misunderstood. This is fictional. Given, this is inspired by Lolita and Blue Velvet by Lana Del Rey (*everyone cheers*) – what that means is that this story will not have a happy ending. Verses of Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov are also mentioned (extremely controversial book - as it should be).

cherry here!…hi, guys! i hope you all enjoy and i’m gonna do it now: I’M SORRY.

She was as dangerous as poison could ever be - with no good intentions. She was malicious, sweet laughter that would make anyone fall in love. An Angel walking on Earth, curiously making it her playground.

He was intelligent. A man of few words, but also simply so, the seven deadly sins all wrapped up in one. Keeping a distance from things he knew would bring him no good.

But in order to understand, we would have to take you back to where it all began.

Where Paradise met Hell.

Growing up in Italy for some odd reason made you out to be the girl you were. Men there would throw themselves at any opportunity if they saw a single daisy looking girl in eyesight. At first it felt as if you were walking a tightrope; you knew it wouldn’t be the wisest idea to fall straight into their traps. Except, slowly, it made sense.

They knew how to sweet talk someone so young and naive - you’ll give them that. It only took one taste and that was the moment you knew.

You liked them older.

Men fucked in a way boys never would. Every single one would always put your needs first - but there was this one man that had you realizing how fucked up you could be in order to get what you want. That’s one prize you’d cheat to win.

And that’s a story for later.

Moving away for college was the best decision you felt you would ever make in your entire life. Given, Italy was home, but the people in it weren’t. Often, you find yourself missing your rendezvous but studying abroad in Spain wasn’t much different.

Note; you didn’t grow up with a tight knit family. Your mother was a drug addict with half of her days knocked out on the couch, your father was someone who was occasionally in the picture. He tried his best.

And your older sister, Ollie?

Well, you’d honestly forgotten you even had one.

Some may say that you’re a whore, a slut, a homewrecker, or any other Spanish slur that spits Madrid, but you never cared. You were having fun and why were you the one always being blamed? Perhaps, men, too, should think with their heads rather than their dicks.

Which is how you find yourself still repeating the familiar pattern you had started a long time ago. Riding your professor shouldn’t feel this good. Mierda, he would groan as you bounce up and down like a bunny. Mewling, you shake the feeling of remorse. Not when he felt this good.

Your phone ringing is what makes you stop, him still inside of you, twitching. Ciao? His calloused fingers would slide up to pinch your nipples as you lightly gasped.

“Tesoro! Haven’t heard your voice in so long.”

Your father’s tone makes you wince at the reminder. Occasionally, he would check up on you in a way you would assume other fathers did for their daughters. You could never hate him, though. In his own way, deep down, he still cared.

“Papi, how are you?”

Sliding off of his lap, you zip your dress back on as you pace the lecture room. Bored, he takes out his secret whiskey from under his desk. Your sister is getting married in a few weeks! I was thinking you could fly back home so you could join us. The thought alone made your stomach churn as you bit down onto your thumb. Signaling at the older man, you click your fingers, hinting for a glass of your own. He obliges, handing it to you.

“I’m busy with summer courses. Maybe I can send a gift?”

You try everything in the book in order to get out of what seems like a crappy, dull, Italian wedding. It had been ages since you last stepped foot there. In no right mind would Ollie’s wedding be the one to change that. But he says things that get to you. I haven’t seen you in years. Neither has your sister. She misses you, you know?

You bite down on a snarky remark as you down the rest of the gold liquid. Last time you spoke, she promised that you were dead to her. That she never wanted to hear from you again. In the moment, it hurt, but you grew used to the idea. And what younger sister doesn’t pick up on what older sister says? Now, you despised her as much as she did you.

“Ovviamente. I’ll be there.”

It’s hot as soon as you land. That you didn’t miss. Ale, your fathers chauffeur, picks you up with a bright smile. Saddened, it dawns on you that you hadn’t seen one of those in ages. He’s nice. Let's you sit in the passenger's seat as he introduces himself. He mentions he has 5 granddaughters and has been married for almost 50 years. It’s sweet. Makes you feel human.

Pulling into the driveway, you almost want to correct him. This isn’t my fathers house. You must be mistaken. Only, he says he isn’t. That he had recently moved into his Italian mansion a year ago. You’re skeptical for a minute, but realize you can’t be one to tell. Years have passed; things change.

Still, that didn’t stop you from gawking at the ginormous house that sits on a hill; overlooking all of Tuscany. It even had a beautiful view of the ocean. Why couldn’t you grow up with this?

“I’ll inform your father that you have arrived safely.”

Taking it all in, you slowly pace the entrance, analyzing everything in sight. The crystals hanging from the chandelier, large - expensive - portraits, shiny mirrors. Quirking your head to the side, you glide over to the golden trophy sitting in the middle of the spacious entry.

Carlos Sainz Sr. : Rally Driver of-

“That belonged to my father. He passed away a year ago.”

Startled, you grip onto the trophy tighter as you slightly jump in panic. You curse yourself for being caught as you delicately place it back down before turning your attention to the booming voice.

Instantly, you’re hit with lust. Standing in front of you is a tall man - around his 20’s, perhaps - dark brown eyes narrowed down on you like knives. Messy, untamed, brown hair. Large nose, plump lips, dark brows. His figure is something you can’t wrap your head around that even exists. Richard Mille's watch clung onto his wrist. Giorgio Armani pressed up against his chest, it almost looked as if it didn’t fit due to his rippling muscles. Woody, rich, scent filling up the room.

He was the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on.

“I am so, so, sorry.”

Your voice is so soft, it has him intrigued. You wore a short pastel yellow dress that didn’t leave much to his imagination; paired with converse and tube socks. Rosy tint on your cheekbones from the humidity. Berry lips. Wide, innocent eyes. He’d be lying if he said you didn’t take his own breath away. Even though you stood far enough away, he could still smell your vanilla perfume.

Inching closer, he waves you off. “I was kidding. My father is well and alive.” You tippy toe nervously before planting your feet back down.

“That’s not a nice thing to say.”

And he’s surprised with your response. Yet, he finds himself extending his tan hand out to you. “I’m Carlos.”

Carlos. His name sounds as attractive as his appearance. Strong and sure. But also…dark. You shake his hand, legs quivering at his warm touch. Deep down, he knew how much he affected you - it’s something he’s grown quite accustomed to, having people admire his looks, but it took a lot to not show that you had the same effect on him.

“Nice to meet you, Carlos. Do you work for my father?”

Amused, he lets out a deep chuckle. Even a simple sound like that had you pressing your legs together, arousal dripping in between.

“You don’t know who I am?” You shake your head, confused. Should you? He smiles. “That’s okay. We haven’t met before…Though you should get to know me since you’re already here…”

Wait.

“You know,” he leans his head a bit, floppy hair following, “Ollie.”

No, no, no.

“It’s so nice to finally meet my fiancée’s sister.”

Foolishly, you try your best to hide your surprise. How does a man like him end up with a bratty, narcissist, like your sister?

What was so fucking special about her?

Envy fills your veins as you try to show that this hasn’t phased you. Excited cheers echo down the hallway as your father runs over, embracing you into a warm hug. You’re here! Wincing, you lean into his touch, eyes still trained on the magnetic man.

Only then, did Ollie fly down the stairs, immediately running into Carlos’ arms. Making a big deal out of it, she kisses him as she runs her hands against his chest.

“Come here, tesoro. I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”

The entire time; Carlos kept his eyes trained on you.

It didn’t make sense. Part of you knows it never will. You’ve only just met him, but you can tell he must’ve been fucked in the head to willingly choose someone like Ollie. Sure, she seemed sweet and kind, but she was anything but that.

Dinner that night is carbonara. Carlos is extremely talented. He cooked this just for you. Tight lipped, you thank him, looking down at your plate to avoid his burning gaze.

“How’s school?”

Turning to your father, you remind yourself that you were here for him; because he wanted you there. That’s all that should matter. “Very good. Thank you for asking, papi.”

The sound of glass hitting the table erupts as Carlos hurriedly goes to pick it up, quickly murmuring a strong apology. His dark gaze shortly flickers past you. It leaves you squirming.

Clearing his throat, he takes a sip of his wine. “Where do you study?” Spain, you tell him as he beams. “No way. I was born and raised in Madrid. Moved to Italy a few years ago for work.” Letting out a laugh, you find the coincidence funny. He moved from Spain to Italy and you moved from Italy to Spain.

“What do you do for work?”

“He’s a Formula 1 driver. Drives for Scuderia Ferrari,” Ollie weasels in as she smirks down on you. Anger bubbles inside of her when your attention remains on the Spaniard. Drumming your fingers against the table, you lick your lips. Formula 1? He’s about to explain it all up until Ollie butts in once again. She rubs his hand, a glistening ring shining right in front of you. You physically have to force yourself to look away. “Oh, amor, she doesn’t know what that is. She’s too…young.”

You know she’s trying to make a weak point: you’re only a baby, therefore, you don’t compare to her. And yes, you are young, 19, but it was stupid of her to think that it bothered you. You tsk before leaning back against your chair.

“Of course, my mistake. I forgot I was still a pure flower instead of a wilting one.”

Ollie’s face switches to bright red as she grips onto his hand. An entertained smile slips onto his lips before flattening back out. He rubs her hand, trying to calm her down. You can’t stop the jealousy burning from within.

“I didn’t mean you, Mr. Sainz.”

The 29 year old brushed you as if nothing, a smile displayed. Eyeing you both, Ollie suddenly stands up, chair screeching. Why don’t you help me bring out the cookies I baked? Ever so gracefully, you nod. Following after her, you stop suddenly as she spins, hair slapping her face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Are you here to ruin my life with your existence?”

“I might.”

Her left eye twitches as she growls angrily. If she didn’t make it this easy to tick her off, then you’d be bored, but luckily for you, it was unchallenging to get under her skin. “This is my wedding; my future husband - so don’t fuck that up like everything else you’ve ever done.”

You try to pretend as if her words didn’t affect you as you stare back blankly. Marching over to the counter, she opens up a box of cookies before sliding them onto a polished dish, leaving you standing there alone.

You thank the higher Gods for not letting you cross roads with Ollie for the next few days. Though, you’re a bit bummed out that you haven’t seen Carlos much either. Peeking out the window, you could see the way a group of workers hurried to set up for the joint bachelorette taking place later that night, right on the beach. The waves look magnificent, so without a second thought, you slip on a bikini before rushing out the door with your necessities.

Lathering a goop of coconut sunscreen, you hum softly to yourself. Weren’t you going out with your sister? Looking up, you see Carlos standing in front of you with his face slightly scrunched up from the bright sun. His cheeks looked as if they’d just been pinched. “Where to?”

He takes a seat next to you. “She said she was going out to go buy a few flowers for later. Said she would invite you.” You shake your head, already bored with the idea.

“You know her,” you tap your head, “Forgetful.”

He cocks his head to the side as he shuts his right eye for a moment. “You two don’t get along, do you?” You try making up a silly excuse. Of course we do. We’re sisters. But he’s looking right into your orbs as if he sees right past your weak attempts. “You’re right. I could be wrong.”

It stays quiet for a while - only the soft breeze being heard. You can see him from your peripheral vision; eyes shut as he takes in the moment of peace he hasn’t had since dawn. Long lashes fan his face, freckles scattered all over.

“Aren’t you too busy to be talking to me?”

“No. Plus, I should take time to get to know my future sister-in-law. Especially since I don't know anything about her even after dating her sister for 7 years.”

7 years.

Squinting at the waves, you slide your sunglasses on. “There’s not much to know, but I can try. I’m 19 years old, studying abroad in Spain, and grew up in Italy. I love the ocean, love a nice cup of hot chocolate - even though I’m allergic - so I only allow myself small sips during the winter. I like to pretend I know how to dance and I kill it in karaoke.” He laughs. You can’t dance? “Unfortunately, I can’t. Once, during my friend's wedding reception, I twirled right into her cake. I spent the entire day on supervision.”

“Dios mío…Remind me to watch out for you on our wedding day.”

Our wedding day. His words slightly sting as you pinch your nose swiftly. Standing up, you brush beads of sand off your legs. Your eyes roam the area before you find your father waving you over. “I should go,” you say as you look down at him. His brown eyes scan you before nodding and standing up. He, too, looks over to where your father waits to introduce you to a group of businessmen. He frowns and that's when you realize just how revealing your bikini might have been, only it's too late now.

“Papi always taught us to greet our elders.”

He clenches his jaw, eyes closing for a second. When his gaze meets yours, you almost choke with how dark and twisted it’s become. “Aren’t you too old to be calling him that?” Confused, you tilt your head.

“Calling him wh- Papi?”

He grinds his teeth together - and then just like that - he’s smiling again.

“Forget it. How would I know?”

Standing next to an empty table, you watch as Carlos and your sister dance along with everyone else. This party has allowed you to pick up on the fact that they seemed to be a much more important couple than you had anticipated. Everyone looked at the Spaniard as if he were a God himself - and being quite truthful - you would agree. There was nothing about him that wasn’t flawless.

Then, Ollie, just looked like any other person. Her eyes were bright, but any time anyone would walk up to him, her stare would become threatening. As if she was his owner and no one else could get close enough to breathe the same air.

Everyone here was older; that much you could tell. Attendees were accompanied by girlfriends or fiancée’s of their own. It made you feel a bit childish, since you clearly were the youngest one there. Reaching out for your margarita, you twirl the straw.

“Not having fun?”

Your attention directs itself to a dirty, blondish, brunette. He looks a bit tipsy, face flushed as he smiles sweetly. He’s tall, handsome. But not as much as Carlos.

“Max,” he introduces himself. Politely, you shake his hand. He points to the large group that dances on the sand. He lets out a croaky laugh. “They could get a bit much sometimes.” You laugh, nodding along with him. He continues talking to you. Brings up how he knows Carlos from driving with him; except he’s signed to Red Bull.

“Everyone here is invited only if they're a driver, huh?” It’s a lame joke, but he laughs and throws his head back as if it were the most fascinating thing he’s heard all night.

“It’s a small circle, but I promise, they're all nice lads.” Discreetly, he takes in your appearance. The way your black dress dances with the wind. Painted red nails glistening under the golden lights.

You were beautiful. Tragically, beautiful.

“You know the groom or the bride?”

“Bride.”

He nods, taking a sip of the beer bottle he had been nursing. You both continue your conversation for a while longer. He’s Dutch. Recently 26. You mention your headache before he brushes his fingers against your hand. Looking down, he pulls away before clearing his throat. He apologizes and asks if you would like to dance. A soft melody now plays and you find yourself taking his hand. It's big as yours disappears into it.

Almost as if he’s shy, he carefully slides his hands down to your waist. You giggle as you throw yours over his shoulders. “I hope slowing down helps get rid of your migraine. Sucks. I get lots of those during race weekends.”

“It is. Thank you for caring.”

He’s sweet. You can tell with the way he blushes when you mention the way you like his dimples. Slowly, you find yourself enjoying his company. You’re in the middle of laughing at some stupid joke he just told, when someone rudely clears their throat. Carlos’ smile appears bitter as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry - I’ve probably killed the mood.”

“No problem, mate. We were just talking.”

He clicks his tongue before turning to you. Under his scrutiny, you feel as if you’ve just been caught smoking weed for the first time. Dazed, you hum, waiting for him to say something. You know it’s not your place to feel as if he owes you an apology, but you can’t help it.

“Ollie said it’s best if you went to bed.” You let out a sarcastic laugh. Since when does she care if I get a good night's rest? He huffs before running a hand through his hair. “She - she…Just do as you’re told, please.”

Now you’re bothered. Up until that point, you were actually having a good time. Dumbfounded, you turn to Max as he smiles understandingly. Pursing your lips, you apologize. Tippy toeing, you lean up to press a kiss against his stubble. He smiles.

“See you around?”

“See you around, Maxie.”

Walking into the lonely house, you let out a sigh as you pour yourself a cup of water. The summer heat had completely dehydrated you. You could still hear the soft beat playing from outside as you sway in the kitchen. You were upset - angry - that your sister had cut your night short. And any other time you would have put up a good fight, but thought it’d be best to not make a fool out of yourself. Especially in front of people you barely knew.

The door sliding open has you alert as you look up. Carlos silently makes his way in as he groans with exhaustion. Loopy eyes match yours as he clears his throat awkwardly. “So…What were you talking about with Max?”

“Nothing that should concern you.”

His jaw clenches, a large hand running along it. Stepping closer, he takes your cup of water before chugging it down. It leaves you hot and bothered just how close he is. It’s a mixture of salt and musk, his scent. It makes your head spin. Lazily, he takes a step back before nodding.

“Right. Have a good night.”

Carlos knew he had messed up. He had no right lying and saying Ollie had ordered for you to go to bed. That was completely him. It’s just that - seeing you with Max, laughing, smiling, made him seethe - when he knows damn well that he shouldn’t. It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend, after all.

So, he was embarrassed. He kept his distance. In his head it made sense. If you weren’t near then he wouldn’t feel the need to keep his eyes on you all the time. The house felt lonelier, colder without you sliding down the hallways. Rightfully so, you had spent your days locked up in your room. The only person that made happy was Ollie.

Either way, maybe it was for the best. He had a ton of shit to do. Starting with changing their honeymoon destination for what seemed like the millionth time that month. First, it was the Maldives, then Cancún - God - he knew that in a few hours his fiancée would come up with a new place.

“I know, I know we said that, but it’s changed.” He paces the office, stressed. “Can you please just make it fucking happen?”

“Ouch.”

Turning his attention, he sees you peeking at the entrance, phone still pressed up against his ear. Pouting, you enter, sweet aroma filling the room. Excusing himself, he ends the call. “Need anything?” He honestly cared for your response. It had been days without seeing you and he was afraid he blew it before he even had a chance to marry your sister. He told himself it was only because he cared for your relationship with Ollie. But fuck that - he knew not even you both cared that much about each other.

Shaking your head, you walk closer. “You sounded mean. Not a nice look on you, Mr. Sainz.” You’re teasing. You had to be.

“That wasn’t mean. It's called being straight forward.”

Ignoring him, you curiously eye the dark office. Books, trophies, helmets. Letting out a snort, you pick up the nearest picture frame. In it, it’s Carlos and Ollie, smiling wide. Tears brim her eyes as he looks down at her. The sight makes you want to puke.

“When was this taken?”

“The day of our engagement.”

You hum, already setting it back down. You can’t help but picture the impossible. That in the picture it was you instead of her, that you wore that diamond ring, that he looked at you.

Fuck her, honestly.

“Why’d you propose?”

He’s thrown off by your question. He’s expecting you to bring up the fact that it was a joke, but when you looked back for a response, he found himself with a dry mouth. Because I love her?

“Jesus,” you shudder, taking a seat on top of his desk. His eyes wander down your tan legs as you rest them on top of his chair. You're playing mind games - he’s well aware - and still he found himself following them. You were the worst temptation out there. It’s as if you knew the power you held. “I bet fucking her is a chore.”

Shocked at your words, he finds himself dumbstruck. He knew you two didn’t get along, but what the fuck happened for you to aim such insults?

He knows Ollie. Sure, she was a bit much at times, but she was nice. She was pretty. There was no need for your vile words.

You can tell he’s about to get defensive about her and that makes you shrink. Willing, you had handed him a reason to choose her over you.

Looking back at the picture, you purse your lips. “Sorry. That wasn't the right thing to say.”

“You should leave.”

You’re embarrassed over him kicking you out, but you knew you had crossed the line. So much for a peaceful afternoon. You comply, jumping off the desk. Not before making your way over, pressing your soft lips against his neck, which was the only place you could reach, even after tippy toeing. You felt him get stiff.

“Excuse my manners, Carlos.”

Skipping out the door, he’s left with a single thought.

He’s fucked.

The next morning, you’re forced to spend the day with your sister. Whether it was for running errands, fighting; it didn’t matter. As long as you made your father happy. All he wanted was for his girls to get along.

“Go,” Ollie growls as she hands you your bridesmaid dress. Snatching it from her, you slowly climb up the stairs to your room.

It’s a beautiful dress. Strong, dark, cherry red. Just like blood. It hugs your curves the way you’ve always thought all dresses should. For that reason, too, it made you look…older. Trying your best to get rid of the wrinkles, you smooth it down before making your way back.

Papi loves it as he starts throwing out compliments. You look beautiful, tesoro! You are a true gem. His eyes are bright and proud as you stand there with a shy smile. And though you thanked him, nothing else mattered but the man right in front of you.

The Spaniard had just gotten back from a meeting. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep the rest of the day, but as soon as he saw a balsé Ollie and an eager father-in-law, he was interested. She had told him to go relax; practically pushing him away. But as soon as you walked down those stairs, he swore his heart had never melted with such a sight.

His eyes became fixated to the point of no return. You stand there like a divine temptress. A siren who was mixed with innocence. Enough to drool over, but also, to adore from afar. Someone he could worship. If God decided this were his last day on Earth, then he would happily follow, since he finally felt as if his life were complete.

His big brown eyes are glued onto you as your father spins you. Ollie’s attention flickers between her younger sister and her fiancé. Tears fill up her eyes as she springs off the couch. You’re not bothered by it; don’t even bat an eye. That is until Carlos quickly runs off after her. That was a slap to the face as you show off a wounded smile to your father who stands there lost at the sudden commotion.

Later on that day, you find yourself trying to forget it all with watered down tequila. That’s really all you could find in such short notice. Leaning against the balcony, you study the soft waves, cold wind causing your skin to flash small goosebumps.

“Disgusting,” you mumble as you finish the rest of the alcoholic drink. Who knew a simple encounter would set you off?

“Woah there. Are you okay?”

Max cautiously steps closer as you shrug with a sigh. What was there to say? I’m a horrible person. I’m a horrible sister. And yes, we might not get along, but never in a million years did I think I would be falling in love with my future brother-in-law.

“What are you doing up so late?”

Sheepishly, he raises his cigarette. Letting out a low hum, you raise a brow. “Can I have one?” He knows he shouldn't be the one to give a teenager a form of drug, but you looked so upset, so drained, that he felt as if you needed it. Lighting it up, you bring it up to your lips as you squint at him. He laughs.

“First time?”

“No. It’s just been a while.”

You’re still not looking at him, but he notices the way you let out shaky breaths. The way you softly pinch your forearm. He frowns.

“I know we only just met, but do you want to talk about it?”

And maybe it was the gist of the moment. Or that he was being sweet - showing that he cared, but it worked because next thing you knew, you were kissing. He lets out an erotic moan with the taste of your lips. All a mix of cigarettes and tequila. This is wrong. He was friends with Carlos and you were only doing this in a moment of weakness, but you just couldn’t stop. Neither could he. Not when you tasted like a thousand crimes.

His large hands grab your ass as you gasp, brushing against his cock. He hissed as he pressed his lips much harder. Surely, you will have bruises tomorrow. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you grind against him. Clumsily, you both make your way to the couch that’s nearby. Straddling him, you continue to dry humping. Slowly, but surely, the warm sensation between your legs starts to form. Panting, you pull away as he tries to angle his face closer to yours. You smile tauntingly.

“You know what you remind me of?”

You hum, leisurely picking up your filthy actions. He bites back a smile as he grips harder onto your hips.

“A Lolita.”

A menacing smile looks down at him before you kiss down his thick neck, soft bites being left behind. You can’t recall the moment you start bouncing on his cock, or when he sprawls you open like a map, kneeling down in front of you. It’s all a haze; a delicious one, too. You’re falling like a feather from your climax when you hear a thud. Did you hear that? No, he would mumble as he peppers kisses onto your soft skin.

The tides are crashing harder now, signaling that the night was growing older. Timidly, you share a goodbye as you start to skip your way back into your room, but one last thing caught your attention.

A broken flower pot on its side and dirt trailing into the Italian home.

More days had passed since your last encounter with the devilish Spaniard. If you were ever in the same room, he wouldn’t even glance at you. He would simply just walk past by. He was mad. Upset about something. You tried to think of what it might’ve been, but when he walked into his office with an infuriated expression, you decided it was time to call a truce.

Knocking, you flinch at his sharp tone when he commands you away. Ignoring it, you still step in. Head thrown against his chair, man spreading, he has his eyes screwed shut.

“Are you okay?”

Your tone is sticky like honey. It annoys him the way it strings him in. Drumming his finger against the large chair, he angles his head to look at you. You’re almost scared to ask again, so you decide to stand still until he speaks up.

“Why’d you do it?”

Puzzled, you purse your lips, waiting for further explanation. What was he talking about? Did you do something to make him upset? The thought alone made you feel queasy. When he notices you still don’t understand, he clicks his tongue.

“Why would you fuck a friend of mine?”

Oh. Was it possible that this was something he was jealous of? Bewildered, you know you can’t deny it so you start to word-vomit. I am so sorry, Carlos. He came onto me that night - he kissed me first. I was confused. I was lured in by his words. I didn’t know what I was doing-

His eyes soften up as you try your best to break it down. But you were a liar; a good one. You knew damn well it was all you. You had kissed him first. You threw him under the bus and you knew that. Did he deserve it? No. Of course not. But you couldn't handle the Spaniard being mad at you.

He signals for you to get closer. Securely, he grasps your hand and hauls you onto his lap. It’s embarrassing how wet you’ve suddenly become; how your mind replicates a plate of jello.

“I’m sorry he made you feel like that.”

His rough fingers slide up and down your arms and even that leaves you buzzing. Suddenly, you feel feeble. You assure him that you were fine - that it was no big deal. The way he looks at you is what gives you the confidence to lean in closer. A trace of panic slashes his face for a second. He should probably stop this before anything else happens. There was nothing okay about your ass pressed up against him. Or him craving to taste your plump lips.

“He didn’t make me feel anything I haven't before.”

Your implication irks him far too much, he starts to consider this all an unhealthy encounter. He can’t stop the images of you being with other men. Someone else kissing you, pleasuring you. Whilst your words were suggestive, your features were anything but that. Wide eyes stare back at him, slightly crinkled. Moving your body, you scoot closer as if you weren't already. He growls as he pinches your hip. Then, you're kissing his neck, and he should be pushing you off, but he’s too far gone to pick up on how wrong this all was. I’m sorry I’ve upset you, Mr. Sainz. I didn’t think you would care who fucked me or not.

“I-I don’t. It’s just that you shouldn't be doing stuff like that. You’re too young for all that.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” You narrow your eyes. “I’m wiser than one might think. I’m mature enough to know who can and can’t fuck me the way I like.” Your gaze focuses extra hard with your confession. As if it were meant for him.

Pressing your ass one last time against his tight pants, you leap off, giggling.

“Take care, Carlos.”

It's a business dinner, your father fills you in as you sit nearby, enjoying a bowl of ice cream, hairollers dangling around your head. Pouting, you reach up to clip one back into place. He smiles.

“You know, lots of young, talented guys are going to be here. It could be a great opportunity to meet someone.”

You make a face at his idea. “Yeah. No, thank you.” Marching over to him, you gently pat his cheek. “I’m not here to meet anyone.”

Signhing, he grabs your hands. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you and Carlos…” Choking on your own saliva, you push away. What? No. Of course not! Why would you even think that? He lets out a breath of relief. “It’s nothing. Ollie just brought it up, but I told her you would never actually do something like that. I know my precious girl.”

The door creaks open as Satan herself walks in, followed by an Angel. First thing you noticed are their intertwined hands. Ollie tries to be coy as she flashes the action right in front of you. She mainly greets your father as she sticks by Carlos like a piece of gum. Hello, he would say to you as you bite back a smile.

“What are we talking about?”

“Your sister might have a boyfriend by the end of the night, that's what,” your father jokes as you slap his shoulder. Boyfriend? The Spaniard’s eyes burn you, subtle threat evident. Ollie fakes a smile as she tugs him back a bit.

“Wow. You know what? That might actually be a good idea. Could help with how uptight you are. But I’m confused, boyfriend as in Max?”

Fury fills you as you shoot daggers right at her. Ollie’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction. You’re dating Max? “Of course not, papi! Ollie is just being a bitch.”

“No, no, no - I don’t think telling the truth is being a bitch. You should be happy, baby sister! You sure sounded like it when you let him fuck you out in the balcony.”

Shocked at her words, you can’t bring yourself to look at your father who stands disappointed. Ollie, that's enough, Carlos warns as he squeezes her hand. She yanks it away, jewelry clinging against each other.

“My bad. Shit, I forgot. I forgot no one knew what a slut you are. Opening your legs for any man around you. We’re lucky you’re not attracted to your own father.” She lets out a sour laugh. “Now, that would be fucked up.”

“That’s low, Ollie,” you spit, skin feeling as if it's on fire. You know where all this pent up anger is coming from, but she had no right to make up shit for fun. What kind of sister does that? Embarrassed, your eyes flicker to where Carlos stands with a hopeless expression. Licking your lips, you force yourself to walk away.

Slamming the door shut, you let out a loud scream. Why? Why was she always like this to you? A hard knock is what makes you wipe your tears away. Ollie slithers her way in. It hurt you how proud she looked. As if she had achieved something spectacular.

“The fuck - Are you crying?”

“What do you want?”

She takes a seat on your desk as she dusts off imaginary lint. “I just want to talk. The way sisters do.”

Ricocheting off the bed, you march over to her as you glare. “Sisters? No. You’re nothing of mine.” Ollie yawns as she rubs her eyes. Then, she clears her throat.

“Do you want to know why I hate you? You’re so stupid you probably don’t even know, but don’t worry - that’s what older sisters are for. I’ll explain it to you. Do you remember, Romeo?”

You do. It hits you all at once; the memories of the first man you ever slept with. He was nice - kind enough to teach you what a man likes. He had jet black hair, a smirk always lingering on his lips. He was tall and a local from where you grew up. He was the perfect experience.

But that still didn’t make any sense. What did he have to do with Ollie?

She lets out a wet laugh. Already, you can see her own tears as she tries to quickly wipe them away.

“I loved you; I did. You were my sister before my enemy. But I also loved him. He was my first love. Promised me a home high up in the hills. But do you know what it feels like to see someone you love fuck your little sister against a wall?”

We probably shouldn’t-

Don’t worry. I’ve got you. No ones going to see us. Men love a good thrill.

“You and him…”

She licks her chapped lips. “We had barely started dating.”

“I didn’t know - I swear to God, I didn’t know!”

If you had, you never would’ve looked his way. Ollie was everything to you growing up. You admired her. Loved her. That’s why it broke you when she started pushing you away as if you were some disease. Later, when your parents got a divorce, she didn’t second guess it when she made the decision to stay behind; causing you to leave with your mother. She never cared for you after that and you never knew why.

But now you did.

“I was young…Younger than I am now, how was I supposed to know?”

“Well, I’m glad we agree on something. You truly don’t know anything.” Strolling over to you, she smiles at your desperate state. “Which is why I’m not making the same mistake twice. Stay away from my husband.”

Ollie’s words felt as if they had opened up past scars. You meant what you said. Romeo would have been someone you would have disregarded if you had known the truth. But like always, you were the one with the entire blame and that you didn’t like.

Despite wearing a pretty dress - one that everyone gawked at you for - you felt ugly. Has it always been this way? Maybe it did make sense as to why she despised you. Playing with your bracelets, you try to pretend you’re interested in meeting your fathers investors. You feel completely exposed when they all stare straight at your chest area.

“How are we all doing?”

They all look up at the Spanirad as they start spitting out their congratulations for his upcoming wedding. He thanks them before checking up on you. His eyes connect with yours. Butterflies swirl inside your stomach as you smile weakly. He’s the first one to truly talk to you that night. To show he cares about your wellbeing rather than the way your dress fits you. Though, you looked stunning as always. Excusing yourself, you make your way into the kitchen, looking for something stronger.

Serving yourself a shot of vodka, you throw your head back, burning sensation sliding down your throat. Coughing, you grip onto the counter. Soft moans whisper in between the walls. You stop breathing for a minute as you try your best to identify where it might be coming from. Striding closer, you press your ear against the closet door. Fuck, a mans voice groans. This is not something you should intervene with, it's not your right, but that all changes when you hear a name that makes you burn all over again. So fucking tight, Ollie.

Pushing the door open, you see your sister banging one of your fathers investors. Ben, you think his name is. Honestly, you could care less. Briskly, she pushes her gown back down as he zips his pants. You let out a cold laugh as you clap in amusement.

“Oh, God. This is great. Amazing. You really outdid yourself, Ol.”

Stepping forwards, she grabs your arm harshly as she tugs you out. “How much did you see?”

You purse your lips as you theatrically scrunch your face up in pleasure. “Oh, Ben! Fuck me! Oh, oh, yes, baby, right there!” You bow. “That much.”

“How old are you, sweetheart?” The brunette says as he scans your body. Ollie glares at him as he steps back.

“Not a word of this to Carlos.”

“Why would I keep this a secret? He deserves to know. What do you think, Benny?”

Panicked, the older man shakes his head as his eyes plead for mercy. That’s enough. Raising your hands up in defense, you grin back at Ollie. “You’re not mentioning anything if you know what's good for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” You tilt your head back. “And what’s good for me?”

“If you tell him anything of what you just heard - saw - then I’ll just tell him how you’ve been bending over for every man in this house. Charles, Lando, Lewis, Pierre…you name it.”

“He won’t believe you…”

She laughs sinisterly. “No, I think he will. I mean…You’ve already done it before.”

“Hey,” his soft voice enters the room as you turn to look at him. The Spaniard’s eyes dance between you and your sister and Ben. “Is something wrong?”

Ollie shakes her head with a bright smile as she walks up and kisses him. You flinch. “Nothing, amor. We were just talking.” She runs her hands through his hair as his eyes remain on you.

“Are you okay?”

Nodding, you grind your teeth together. “Yes. Ollie was just introducing me to Ben.” Awkwardly, the man waves from behind you. Slowly, Carlos nods.

“Papi asked me to introduce them. You know - with the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing!”

“He was serious about tha- Oh. Okay.” He reaches down to take your sister's hand as he eyes you and Ben. “We should probably leave you two alone then.”

Hastily, you nod. “Sure.”

If you were willing to try and fix your relationship with Ollie before, then that was long gone. This is what you knew her for. A pretender. She wistfully makes everyone believe she’s some sort of saint, when really, she’s a wolf in sheep's clothing. She’s a hypocrite. She has a man that everyone desires and she does this?

You hated her.

You hated seeing the way she beams when Carlos’ mother gives her a necklace that belonged to her own mother. She didn’t deserve it. Or the way his sisters helped her slip in and out of her dress, making sure it's perfect for the big day.

Still, you try your best to be a supportive sister. Especially around the woman who raised a man like Carlos. Biting down on your lip, you take a sip of your champagne as Ollie disappears behind the curtains with the lady who is taking some last minute measurements. Reyes smiles warmly.

“We didn’t know Ollie had a younger sister.”

You smile. “Best well kept secret, right?” The older lady laughs. Your heart warms up as you notice it's the same way Carlos does. Ana and Blanca grin.

“Well, we’re glad to finally get to know you. Might I add, you’re beautiful. Those eyes!”

“Thank you,” you blush.

Ana takes a sip of her drink before clicking her fingers. “That’s what you remind me of! You - Carlos - almost have the same puppy eyes!” She turns to her mother. “Mamá! What’s that saying? Soulmates look alike…Something like that, no?”

“Be quiet, Ani,” Blanca hisses before smiling apologetically. “Excuse her - she can be a bit invasive.”

“No problem,” you reassure as you bite back a smile. Ana frowns.

“Lo siento, I don’t mean to come off as overbearing. It’s just that you do…”

Reyes clears her throat as she winks over at her daughter. “Don’t misunderstand us, please. We love Ollie, we do! It’s just…you’re different.” She examines you. “I like you.”

Their words stick with you like a post it. Do soulmates look alike? Playing with the sand, you circle your finger agonizingly slow. Why did their words matter so much to you?

“I always find you alone.”

You stick your tongue out at Carlos as he chuckles at your childish behavior. You pat the sand, inviting him to join you. What are you doing out here? You point at the ocean. “I told you it was my favorite place.”

“Ah. I see.”

You sneak in a quick look before looking straight ahead. “Nervous?”

“About?”

“Marrying a monster.”

He gives you a deadpan look, bumping his shoulder to yours. “She’s not that bad, you know.” He glances at you. “Ollie has been there for me through so much. Through my failures. Through my accomplishments. She’s the one who convinced me not to quit racing.”

“You were thinking of quitting?”

He nods. “It’s not as easy as it looks. It fucks you up mentally. But she…” He smiles. “She helped me overcome that. I thank her everyday for it.”

It’s a bittersweet feeling hearing him talk about her like that. On one hand, you’re thankful that she had made him realize that he should carry on doing what he loved. On the other, you knew her true reasons. She loved having a famous fiancé; someone she can brag out to the rest of the world.

Somewhere, far away, you hear a melody. It’s low enough that if you didn’t pay close attention, you wouldn’t catch on to it, but you did. You grab his hand, leading him to stand up. He quirks a full brow.

“Want to dance?”

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to.”

“Nice memory, old man.�� You gently kick some sand towards him. “But I feel like dancing. Plus, you should be practicing.”

Tugging you closer, he hums. “Alright. Only because that's true.”

His hands feel warm against you - so much so - it feels as if he’s on fire. An ease comes to it, too, as you both sway under the moonlight. You giggle when he spins you, dress flying around you like petals. The way you grin makes his heart speed up in a way he’s never felt before. It’s alarming. He pinches your hip as you yelp.

“Mentirosa.”

“Wha- No, I’m not! Can’t dance to save my life.” Clumsily, you dig your toes into the sand. He winces playfully.

The air grows heavy the moment he brushes your hair behind your ear. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean against his warm hand. One look, and he’s hooked. It’s meant to be something lighthearted, but the way he wishes to feel your soft lips against his indicates that it’s not. He’s tried his best to see you for what you are; his fiancée’s little sister. Someone he shouldn’t find himself caring if they slept well, ate their three meals a day, or that they didn’t talk to any other man that wasn’t him or your father. This was sick and twisted and yet…

His lips meet yours as your eyes spring open for a nanosecond before letting yourself go under. It feels as if you’re exploding like firecrackers on a Fourth of July. Something about the way he cradles your face endearingly has your head spinning. Knees become weak, but his grip is secure. It’s better than you could have ever imagined. His tongue fights for dominance and when you don’t give it to him, he squeezes your ass. Moaning, you open your mouth and that's all it took. He kisses you the way you’ve seen in movies - only better. He’s hungry - desperate - for you as you smile against him. Biting down on his bottom lip, he groans as he kisses you harder than before. You were beginning to think your lips were about to snap.

Letting go, he stands there, staggered. He’s ashamed when he realizes that he regrets nothing. You both stay quiet; only waves crashing and heavy pants being heard. At first you think he’s going to apologize, and maybe that might have been the case, but no words would come out. Pressing a peck against his swollen lips, you smile.

“Goodnight, Carlos.”

Carlos rues the day that he kissed you because that only made things more complicated. He couldn’t find a way to not look for you when he walks into the garden, full of family and friends. Or the way he would want to punch Max when he made you laugh. But there is also something sweet. Like the way you would gossip with his sisters and share stories with his parents. He had never seen them laugh and smile so much, not even with Ollie.

He flinches at the cold hand that wraps around his own. Faking a smile, he presses a soft kiss on top of his fiancée’s head. Continuing the clicking against her glass, she smiles widely.

“Grazie a tutti per esservi uniti a noi!”

Everyone claps and a few of the drivers whistle. Rolling your eyes, you lean your head against your father’s shoulder. His heart skips a beat. Ollie continued her speech filled with thank you’s, thank you’s and more thank you’s. Your father kissed your cheek before making his way up to his eldest. Taking the microphone from Ollie, he starts to share warm felt memories about her. You have to admit, you’re jealous about their bond. Somewhere in the past, that had been viciously stolen from you. He notices the way you shrink with sadness and he finds himself about to walk over to you when Ollie laughs awkwardly. Amor. It’s your turn.

“Right.” Fixing his rolled up sleeves, he smiles at the crowd of guests. “Uh…Well like my fiancée said, we’re extremely happy to have you all here. It takes a lot to get this many people out here all at once.” A few laughs echo as he continues. “This means a lot to me, too, to have my friends and family. To have met new faces.” His gaze flickers past you as your breath hitches. “Many ask me what about Ollie made me fall in love with her…And I’m here to be as brutally honest as I could get. I love the way she makes me feel as crazy as the ocean. I could spend calm days with her and not worry about getting bored. Or I could find myself getting into trouble. Ollie has made me a better man. Because of her I know what true love is…” His loopy eyes meet yours. “True love are the waves that meet the shore.”

He lets out a sheepish smile. I want love like that, Lando yells out as he downs his glass of milk. Everyone claps and cheers and that’s where your nightmare begins.

Let’s give it up for the happy couple! Kiss, kiss, kiss!

The chants continue as Carlos let out a nervous laugh. That’s something private between me and her, he tries but finds himself being booed. Leaning down, he pulls Ollie in for a peck before pulling away with a tight lipped smile. He hates himself for his sudden realization.

Kissing her suddenly did feel like a chore.

With all the whoops and whistles being thrown out by friends, he finds himself trying to find you. It doesn’t take long as he notices you had picked up on your conversation with the Dutchman. His jaw clenches.

“Maybe Ollie’s younger sister would like to share a few words.”

Why would he say that? Frozen, you choke mid sip. Me? Your father beams as he nods excitedly. Oh! That’s such a great idea! Unfamiliar faces turn to look at you as they wait. Taking in a deep breath, you nod as you make your way over.

As he hands you the microphone, he can’t stop himself from grazing his fingers against your hand. Coughing, you yank it fast.

“Ciao a tutti.” Everyone greets you back as you lick your lips. You take a moment to figure out what to say, but there’s not much. Cringing, you try to come up with anything. “As some may know, I’m Ollie’s sister…And I could go on forever about how great she is-” You suppress a sarcastic laugh as Carlos knowingly winks. Your nerves ease up. “But I think I should talk about the man who makes my sister the happiest. Carlos Sainz…When I first met you, you seemed uptight - more than the Grinch - but slowly I got to know the man that even my papi swoons over.”

True, your father laughs. “You’re kind, respectful, and charming…Ollie is one very lucky girl. But there’s something also sensitive inside of you…Despite the permanent frown on your face, you still seem to like days by the ocean. Maybe it's a reminder that peace still exists or maybe it's the way…” Looking up, you see everyone staring deeply. Suddenly, you feel like this might be oversharing as you twirl your dress. “...Or maybe it's the way your face lights up when you take my sister dancing on the sand. Uh…Thank you for making her happy.” Handing the mic back to Carlos, you smile weakly at the strong claps.

“That was quite sentimental,” Max points out as you bite down on your finger. Was it too much? He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. It looks like you and Carlos get along well enough. I, for sure, thought he hated you with the way he looks at you.”

“Oh. Yeah.” You pause. “I thought so, too.”

Aside from the fact that the wedding was approaching quickly, the mansion was quiet. The silence can almost be heard; it's scary. Carefully, you fix your dress as you skip down the stairs barefoot, lollipop painting your lips red.

Peeking around the corner, giddiness fills your body as you snatch a handful of pre-washed cherries. Earlier that day, your father had scolded you for finishing the new batch. Popping them into your mouth, you hum a song as you kick your legs against the kitchen counter. It creeps you out the moment a chill runs down your spine. As if someone were watching.

“Boo!”

“Santa mierda,” you yelp as you clutch your heart. Laughing loudly, the Spaniard bends over as he gasps for air. You pout and kick his knee. “Cabrón, you scared me! Warn a girl!”

“Fuck - I’m sorry.” His lips form a thin line as he stands firm. Slowly, the corners lift up, wobbly at his poor attempt to not burst out laughing. You frown.

“You’re fucked up.”

Again, his laughs echo the dimly lit kitchen. “Can I have some?”

“No. They’re mine. Grab your own.”

He narrows his eyes. “Aren’t you on cherry prohibition or something like that?” You gasp as you look around before flipping him off.

“Keep your voice low or papi will disown me!”

He zips his lips as he whispers. “I won’t tell a soul. But I want one of those in exchange.”

Tapping your finger against your lip, you pretend to think about it before nodding. You extend your hand out, a single red cherry for him. You’re waiting for him to take it and leave to where he came from, but what he does instead has you swallowing a lump down your throat.

Crouching down, he opens his mouth as he picks up the cherry, lips slightly wrapping around your fingers. This was triggering you as you tried your best to keep sane. But there was no way of going about that when he looked up at you with deep, brown eyes. Licking the red juice sliding down your hands, he steps back. He licks his lips before swallowing. It amazes you the way his Adam’s Apple jumps up and down; thick neck begging to be sucked on.

“Fucking delicious.”

Blinking, you look down at the rest of the cherries in hand. All of a sudden they seemed like a sultry fruit rather than a drupe.

“Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of cours-s-e.”

Stupefied, you throw the leftovers straight into the trash bin. You had no clue what made you do that. A small chuckle escapes past his lips as you shut your eyes in embarrassment. Maybe they weren’t as sweet as you made them seem. Too mortified to speak, you keep your eyes focused on the way your feet hit the wood as a distraction. It takes all of you to not run away as he steps closer once again.

“Is there something in that dirty little mind of yours?”

The room feels hot all of a sudden as you shake your head. There’s no words in your vocabulary when he stands this close. You can smell his cologne mixed with shampoo. If richness were a scent then this would definitely be it. His hands cage you in like a butterfly behind glass. Clicking his tongue, he steps aside as you let out a shaky breath. Taking the opportunity, you jump off the edge, bare feet slapping against the cold tiles. Cuidado, he mutters when you almost slip from the sudden action.

“If you need anything I’ll be upstairs.”

Not sure why you said that, but it seemed like a rationalized excuse. Por supuesto. And that would have been the end of your night. That would have been another successful day of not falling for the forbidden apple. You had held out for so long; the kiss didn’t count. But it only takes a few steps for him to clear his throat. Almost as if this were your secret language, you spin and you find him staring after you; dazzling eyes following your every movement as if he’s trying his best to decipher anything you do.

Smiling wide enough for your eyes to look as if they had a smile of their own, you think - fuck the consequences - as you clumsily run up to him; jumping like a kid onto a tree. Legs wrap around his torso and his hands hold you close to him.

“Do you-”

“Yes,” he whispers. “Since the first day you walked through those doors: yes.”

If you had thought you were obsessed with his kisses before, you were wrong. So very wrong. Because now you were addicted. He kisses you with urgency as you run your hands through his locks, so soft against your fingers. He grunts when you tug on it.

His kisses were stimulating enough for you to plead for something. Anything. Smirking, he pecks your nose before leading you both upstairs. It amazed you how he could continue kissing you as he hurried to get to the bedroom. Noticing him making his way into his and Ollie’s, you pull away. There’s no way you would let him do that. You spin your finger lazily through his hair.

“How about mine?”

He doesn't care if he fucked you against the floor, he needed you. Kicking the door shut, he throws you onto your bed as you squeal. He smiles fondly as you brush your hair out of your face. He’s had his fair share of girls. Models, nepo-babies, Ollie, but none of them compare to you.

He was almost scared of touching you again, even though that’s exactly what he wanted. Doe eyes stare back at him as his cock gets harder at the sight. Ollie had always tried her best to look at him that way, but you didn’t even have to try. It naturally happened. Nothing about this felt forced.

You look untouchable. Like a complete goddess waiting to be ruined. Carlos, you would say as you squeeze your tits, eyes struggling to stay open. Carlos, please. Don’t be mean. Towering over you, he shakes his head.

“Linda, I could never be mean to you.”

Slipping your dress off, he groans when he sees you weren’t wearing anything underneath. He shuts his eyes as he tries to not finish inside his pants, which by the way, were starting to hurt. He pinches your nipple before slapping your tits. You hiss.

“Please tell me you did this for me and no one else…”

“You know it’s always been for you.”

With that, he stands up as he yanks his shirt off; jeans and boxers following right after. A bit worried, you find yourself staring at his rock hard dick. You had never been with some as big as him; it kind of looked as if it would split you right open. That didn’t stop you from wanting it, though.

“Don’t worry. I’ll prepare you nice and good, cariño.”

His lustful tone snaps you out of it as you nod. His fingers rub your wet folds as you cling onto his bicep. C-Carlos. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos as he focuses on the way your face pinches. He slowly starts slipping his finger in as you gasp at the thickness. So big and long. He chuckles. “Oh, come on now. It’s not even fully inside of you yet.”

Stunned, you look down and sure enough, it isn’t. You almost cry out when you notice it’s barely even the tip. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.” He kisses your temple as he slips his finger back out.

“Let’s start off with something else then.”

You almost pass out when he angles himself in front of your pussy. Glistening clit stares back at him as he moans. So pretty, he thinks as he touches you slowly. He stops himself, though, as he goes in for kitten licks instead. You squirm. His large hands pushed you down against the bed, to keep you in place.

“Do you want me to make the ache in between your legs go away?”

“Yes.”

His pink tongue teases you as he hums. You bite down sharply. “You’re going to have to stay still. Relax, bonita.” Following instructions, you close your eyes, trying your best to not think of the handsome Spaniard. As if that were possible. Impressed, he leans in again as he licks you, picking up your pre-cum. Oh, fuck.

Then it’s almost as if Carlos is taken over by something as he dives in like some animal. His stubble burns your legs, but you’re too fucked out to even care. You’re sure you're being loud, but how can you not be when he licks and sticks his tongue inside of you, exploring places you never knew existed. You choke back a moan when he rubs his nose against your clit, only adding to the euphoria.

“Yes. Oh. Fuck, yes.” Looking down at the brunette, you find him taking in your appearance as he rubs himself against the sheets; a way to try and pleasure himself. And that’s enough for you to cum all over his face. He smiles as he greedily tries to drink up everything you give him. He knows he lost control, but he loves the way you were able to keep up. To take everything he gave you.

And that was only going to multiply.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groans in between your legs, picking up the white nectar. Crying out, you push his face away as you gasp for air. He sucks your tits as you take a break. His tongue swirls around your bud as you wiggle against him like a fish that jumped out onto land. He laughs. “Can you handle my fingers, now?”

No, you whisper as you push him away. But he knows you’re giving up too soon. He knows there’s an animal inside of you and he’s just waiting for it to decide to join him. He ignores you as he slides his fingers down to your center. You mewl against him. “Hey, hey, I got you, cariño. I’m right here.”

His voice makes you clench harder against his fingers as he grins like a kid at a candy store. Slowly, you start dripping more than before, making it easier for his fingers to slide in and out of your hole. Can you handle a third? “Yes,” you respond, eyes still screwed shut. Hot air hits your ear.

“There she is…Good girl. Justo asi.”

Picking up speed, his fingers reach the gummy part inside of you as you scratch his arms in an attempt to remind yourself to not black out. His long fingers cross, doing figure 8’s as he touches your g-spot as if he knows your entire body better than any map. Leaning up, he bites down onto your nipple before sucking hard. You should be embarrassed with the way you squeal and shake against his actions, but he just made it so hard not to. Much to your surprise, if you dare believe it, he does the thing you last expected.

He adds a fourth digit.

“No, no, no,” you pathetically chant as your eyes fly open. He cocks his head to he side as he clicks in tongue as if seeing you struggle filled him with pride.

“Ah, ah, ah. Just trust me; do you trust me?”

He didn’t need to ask because he knew you did. I do, you whimper out as you start grinding against his fingers. Amazement fills his dark eyes as he looks down to where you clench around him, juices sliding down his arm. It only takes a couple of more swirls before your shriek, velvety walls clenching around him as you reach your climax.

Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he licks your cum as if it were a meal he’s dreamed of having his entire life. Your mouth hangs open as you watch him lick them clean. You’re sure he’s going to fuck you now, but that flies out the window as he lays down as he drags you onto his face.

This man had stamina. Lots of it. You're trying to beg for a break of some sort. I can suck your dick. Give you a handjob. Just please let me rest. But he wasn’t even listening.

Maybe somewhere deep down, he knew this would be the only night he would have you to himself and if that meant no pauses, then he would push all your buttons.

Like a starved man, he starts licking you all over as you grind against his face. The way he sucks on your clit and adds his fingers make you squeal as you push down harder. His nose rubs against you in such a way, it has you seeing stars. He seems to be enjoying that though, as his moans vibrate against you. Biting hard onto your lip, you try to distract yourself as you reach behind you for his rock hard cock. The moment your small hand wraps around him, he growls like a lion.

Smug over his reaction, your hand slowly starts jerking him off as he eats you out with more urgency. It takes all of you to control your actions as he shakes his face in between your legs. S-slow down, Carlos. He grunts as his actions speed up, but so does your hand. Gripping onto his erection much harder, you furrow your brows as you twist your wrist. Choking on your juices, he opens his eyes wide, whimpers flying past his lips.

Smiling down like the devil, you nod as your hand picks up its pace. Now it's his turn to be groaning with pleasure. He seems to have forgotten what he was doing as he takes in strong whiffs of your aroma. You shudder when his warm breaths escape to warm up your dripping pussy.

His cock twitches and he seems to snap right back into it; already diving back into your hole. Lurching forward, you grip onto his hair as the other remains wrapped around him. It’s a game to see who can make the other cum first, and you were not about to be the loser.

Lively, you circle your thumb around his pink tip as he groans and finishes all around your hand. Sucking hard, he bites gently onto your clit as you screech and trap his head between your thighs. Shaking, you twitch against him as you reach your third orgasm that night. Huffing, you roll off him as he laps his tongue.

The way he looks at you makes you want to ride his face all over again, but you know you needed a break if you didn’t want the night to end so soon. Kneeling in front of him, you raise your ass up high as you lean down to wrap your lips around his cock. He flinches, slightly sensitive, but doesn’t dare push you away. Instead, he rubs your face with his calloused thumb; encouraging you. There's something so hot about the way your lips stretch around his fat cock. The way drool exits your mouth, messy blots of mascaras on the corners of your eyes.

Light of my life. Fire of my loins.

Gagging around him, you squeeze your eyes shut, feet curling up along the way. For sure, your throat would be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you wanted that. Deepthroating him as best as you can, your small hands wrap around the rest of his length. He was huge. Dirty slurps bounce off the walls. You try your best to not pull away when you feel his sticky pre-cum connect inside your throat. Not when he looked so good with his head thrown back. His thick neck is a clear display. With his large hands wrapped around your hair as he fucks your face like theres no tomorrow. Spanish curses flowing past his lips.

“Que linda. Arrodillada como una santa.”

When you giggle around his erection, he groans, head thudding against the headboard. His mind quickly slips over to Ollie - but not in the way one might expect. It hits him like a truck when he compares her to you. With Ollie, she would last at least 20 minutes before calling it a night. He pretended not to mind - he would never force her to do something she doesn’t want to, of course - but once she would knock out, his large hand would slide down past his boxers, looking for a new release.

Then there’s you, ever so pretty. It seems like with everything you do, you want more. You sucking him off as if you’ve done this for him a lifetime ago. Sure, you’re struggling, but that only makes him harder. You’re trying to keep up with him and it’s working. Now, it’s like he’s the one trying to keep up. Swallowing, your throat closes around him as he flies forward, voice cracking as he presses for more.

Glossy eyes look back up at him as you repeat your action. With one last blow, he pulls out as he cums all over your face. His dick immediately gets hard again when you smile wide, fingers going to pick up his mess. Greedily, you pout as you wrap your lips around your finger like the lollipop you had been sucking on a few hours ago.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, abs contracting together as he tries his best to even out his breaths.

“Will you fuck me now?”

You’re moving at a snail's pace as you lick his sweaty neck. A chill runs down his spine with the feeling of your warm tongue. Grinding slowly against his thigh, you throw your head back with pleasure, wet lips rubbing against him. He smiles.

“You’re a dirty girl, you know that?”

“I thought that’s what you liked about me, papi.”

In a flash, he flips you onto your back as he hovers over you like a giant. A beautiful, beautiful, giant. His large muscles he works so hard for stare back at you as you admire with an open mouth. It looks as if he could carry mountains on his shoulders. Dilated pupils admire you as you let out a pathetic whimper. Long gone were his brown eyes as they now appear completely black. Sensual.

“Then you should be fucked as such.”

With that, he swings your tan legs over his broad shoulders, practically bending you like a pretzel. You pat yourself on the back for all those pilate classes. Jerking himself off a bit, he looks straight at you, making sure this was something you wanted. The way you bat your cartoon eyes is all he needs to slip inside of you.

First thing he notices is how tight you are despite him already stretching you out to perfection. Raw moans leave both your lips as you try your best to adjust to his size. You had been with men before - that’s all you really knew - but no one’s cock had ever made you burn with such satisfaction. More than satisfaction. He’s reassuring you with his words in order for you to relax.

I’ve got you, preciosa. Just let go for me. I’m right here.

Still, you can’t help but squirm underneath him. His fingers make their way to your mouth as you stare back confused. Suck, he commands before forcing them in. Caught off guard, you gag around them for a bit before your tongue begins to twirl around them. Your cheeks burn up as you hear your low mewls. Ah- ah- ah, you cry out against his digits as he grins down at you. Retracting them, he slides them down to your clit as he starts rubbing small circles.

“Oh God.”

Instantly, you open up against his tired cock as he hums. There you go, he praises as you make it easier for him to thrust into you. You should both be ashamed of the way gushy sounds bloom from your mixed cum. Or the way he pounds into you so hard and fast that it has you sliding further back against the bed, hair tangling along the way. His fingers dig into your calves as he holds them in place.

“Mierda,” he wheezes as he throws his head back, ripping his eyes away from the way your puffy clit envelopes around him. Pants and whimpers escape you as you arch your back from the fulfillment.

Carlos is a man - you know that - but in this moment; right now: he’s proving it the way a scientist would their hypothesis. His cock brushes against your g-spot as you gasp at the sensation. He’s looking at you as if you held the key to all secrets.

The keys for the gate to Heaven.

Though he knows that this all feels like Heaven, he deserves nothing but Hell for cheating on Ollie. But that’s the least of his worries.

“Does that feel good, bonita?”

Wide eyes look up at him desperately as you nod to the point where your neck starts to ache. Yes - Oh God, yes. So good, Carlitos. Yeah, baby - right there. Snapping his hips harder against you, your mind goes foggy with the way his hair flops around him. Sweat causing long strands to stick to his face. Beads of sweat drip down your legs as he presses sloppy kisses. His cheeks look as if he’s been out in the sun for hours.

In this moment; he looked immortal.

“Carlos, I’m gonna-”

“Hold it.”

Like a doll, you flop back against the bed as you start to leak acid. No - please. Don’t ask me to do that. Feeling a sharp sting, you gasp. His hands dives back in to massage your cheek after slapping you. He cocks his head with fake sympathy. “I know you can do it,” - thrust - “Wait for me, yeah?”

You have no word as you wail - tits bouncing with every assault from his hip. Your stomach burns with the way his abs glisten, with the way his bottom lip juts out, or the way his muscles shine with a layer of sweat as they hug your legs like a teddy bear.

He was yours. In this moment, he was yours.

“Alright, linda-” He brushes your hair out of your face as he wipes your sweat with his hand. “Cum for me?”

It’s an out of body experience the moment you squirt around his dick - the way your tummy feels like it's on fire. Sore groans leave his lips as he finishes inside of you, brown eyes trained on the way you gush around him. He freezes in place at the feeling. You squirm for a few seconds below falling limp against the bed. The room smells like nothing but filthy sex.

Pulling out of you, he carefully places your legs back down before kissing your ribs. Then your bruised tits. Then your cheeks, forehead, and lastly, your lips that taste like home. Sighing against him, you try your best to remember the way he kisses you as if you're the only form of oxygen that exists. As if this were a dystopian world and you were the only source of survival.

He pecks your lips once more before brushing his fingers against your temple. “Get some sleep.” Yawning, you nod as your eyes flutter like a butterfly's wings. Will you stay? And he doesn’t know what takes over him when he says-

“I will.”

When you wake up you notice it’s still dark out. The moon shines, eyes flickering around, looking for the Spaniard. You let out a low breath of relief when you see him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Ollie,” he whispers into the phone as he runs a hand against his jaw. “...I made a mistake.”

Your heart stops with his words. He makes sure to speak low, thinking you're sound asleep. She - I - it was a mistake. She’s just a kid…Fuck. She’s just a child. Your heart shatters with the evident blame in his voice. You weren’t a kid. Sniffling, you stop breathing when you realize you’re crying. He pauses for a moment before standing up and making sure you’re okay. Bringing the phone up against his ear, he shakes, already walking out the door.

“Where are you? Let me just see you, amor. I’ll explain it all.”

There’s a saying that goes: You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

You would personally like to punch that person in the face. It’s not true. It doesn’t beat the same - because then why does it hurt everytime it pounds against your chest? Why is it hard to breath when the priest says-

“You may now kiss the bride!”

Everyone’s faces are blurry; cheers sound far away. You can’t be too sure you're standing upright as your father beams at the sight of Ollie pressing her lips up against Carlos. The way his hands slide down to her waist as shows her off proudly like some champion ring is what hurts the most. You feel flames all over your skin, letting out a flinch when your fathers signals for you to clap, too.

You don’t know what happened after that night. Whether Ollie forgave him or not - though clearly she had. Maybe she didn’t know about you the same way he didn’t know about Ben. This was all starting to feel like some nightmare. But it’s very much real life with the way the newlyweds hold hands, smiling brightly as guests throw a mixture of confetti and baby breath.

“Nice ceremony.”

“What? Oh.” You shrug towards Max as he points over at the couple. “Y-yeah. It was…”

He goes over his next words for a moment because Lord knows that if he has it all wrong then he would appear to be the biggest jerk to ever exist. “You fell in love with him, didn’t you?”

“I-I-I’m not sure I understand,” you trample over your words as your cheeks burn the same color of your red dress. He shares a small smile.

“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.”

Walking away, you’re left alone, second guessing everything. The violin seemed too happy. The guests seemed too bright. All of this was fake, couldn’t they see? Pursing your lips, you try your best to hide your broken heart as you catch up with old friends. How is college? How does it feel like having a brother-in-law who drives for Formula 1? Must feel pretty great, right?

The night is boring. Half of it you spend faking smiles and the other you spend trying to avoid the Spaniard. Life was better back in Spain, where ironically, he was never around despite it being his home country. You’re in the middle of conversing with the Dutchman - who quite frankly is an honest listener - when Ollie walks up looking like a ball of whipped cream. Can I talk to my sister alone, please? Max’s concerned eyes ask if you’re okay with that as you nod. Slumping away, he squeezes your knee one last time.

Blue Velvet plays as she fixes herself onto the stool right next to you. “Have you tried the cocktails? They have cherry flavored; your favorite.” Something about her sweet voice makes you unsteady as you raise a brow. She shows off her veneers. “This is weird. Sorry. I’m just so…happy.”

“Good to know.”

“But enough about me!” She places her left hand over yours, shiny rock sitting perfectly. You wince. “I want to talk about you! How’s school?”

“Like you care.”

She pouts. “I do now…” You furrow your brows. What do you mean now? She gasps. “Oh, you poor thing! You don’t know I know!” Your stomach drops. “Well, you know, as your older sister, I’m also your guardian since our mother is too fucked up to look after you…And a little birdie filled me in on your reputation back in Spain.” She giggles as she takes a sip of your drink. “Doesn’t surprise me, though. It only makes sense that you keep messing around with men old enough to be your father. You always had a thing for those.”

“What does this have to do with anything?”

Ollie grins ear to ear when she notices how annoyed you’ve become. “Carlos told you he was born in Madrid, right? Okay, well, he also has a whole bloodline there. And let’s just say, a cousin of his - my goodness, his daughters are beautiful - is a professor at your Uni.”

No.

“And well this birdie also told me how you’ve been sneaking in and out of his lecture room, late at night. And I wonder…What have you and him been doing behind closed doors?”

It can’t be.

Professor Vázquez de Castro, he says as he extends his hand out, eyes roaming every inch of your body.

Suddenly, the name sounds familiar. The surname is Carlos’ extended one. Ollie’s eyes shine. “I see it’s clicking.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to leave me and my husband alone. I want you to grab your things and leave. Don’t look back; just leave. Don’t contact papi ever again. I don’t want to hear a single thing from you. It’s bad enough you’ve already fucked my spouse.”

She knows. He told her. And they still got married.

“Ollie, don’t…”

Tugging your hand harshly, she slaps her phone on it. And you don’t know how, but in it, it’s a video of you riding your Professor - Carlos’ cousin.

“Leave or I’ll show this to him. Your choice.”

Wet sobs leave your mouth as you shake your head in disbelief. How did this happen? Who took this video?

“Ollie, please…I love him.”

Her gaze sharpens as she takes the phone back and stands up. “You know what to do.”

Bringing your shaky hand up to your lips, you stare in shock. Wobbly legs walk past Max as he asks if you’re okay. One last smile looks back at him before you brush past by.

Carlos is craning his neck, looking for you. He had confessed that night, but so had Ollie. He was breaking off the engagement. Spilling apologies as she cried against his chest. Despite it all, he still cared for your sister. But he knew it wasn’t going to work out. He was ready to leave when she brought up the tape of you and a cousin he didn’t even know he had. I’ll get her expelled. Don’t do this, Carlos. And so he stayed. He knew how much you loved school, regardless of what others might think. I just want to help others, you swooned one day by the pool. It’s what I wish someone had done for me.

You get to him before he spots you as you tap on his shoulder. He fills up with worry when he sees your red brimmed eyes. Sheepishly, you take his handkerchief as you wipe your rosy nose. What happened? Who made you cry? You shrug.

“Carlos…I love you.” He blinks. You let out a wet laugh as you lean up to kiss him. You didn’t care who saw anymore. This was it. He doesn’t seem to care either as his hands wrap around your waist. Holding you close, as if you might vanish into thin air. He was the waves, you were the shore. Pulling away, you wink. “Save me a dance, yeah?”

Then, you’re walking away. Becoming smaller as you stroll over to the Italian house. Clutching his chest, he chokes: I-I…I.

“Carlos!”

Turning to face Ollie, he sees her waving him over to the giant cake.

“Coming.”

Running into the quiet house, he calls your name. He looks behind every door, hoping to find the girl in red. Stumbling up the stairs, he swings your door open. He breathes heavily when he doesn’t find you, even here. Panicked, he grips his hair in despair. Only then, does it occur to him to open the restroom door, hoping to not scare you.

“¿Bonita?”

Silence. He still pushes it open as he carefully walks in, finding no harm in checking. And why? Why couldn’t he be as truthful like you were? Risk it the way you would have willingly done. Why did he let you walk into the house alone?

Falling to his knees, he desperately crawls over to your lifeless body, dark blood flowing from your wrists.

As red as your dress.

He must be dreaming. This can’t be real. Surely, it can’t.

“No, no, no.” He drags your limp body into his arms. He can’t even pinpoint the moment his tears flow down his face. “Bonita, no. No. No. No.” The Spaniard cradles your colorless face into his hands. He gently taps your face a few times, but almost stops breathing himself when it only rolls back. Blood stains his white shirt. “Hey, hey. C’mon, please. You want me to say it?” Hurriedly, he picks up your head as he kisses your lips over and over. He winces when he feels how chapped they’ve become.

“It doesn’t feel forced. I’m not saying it because I think it’s what you want to hear - I love you. I do. I love you as infinite as the ocean. I love the way you laugh, the way you trip over anything in your way, the way you say my name…I love you.”

But he knew you weren’t listening. Not anymore.

A piece of him died that day along with you. After that, life was a sickening blur. He’s out of it the moment he hears your father yelling out in agony or when Ollie screams at the gruesome scene.

None of it mattered anymore.

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Married to my Rival— Carlos sainz x Teammate!rival reader

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Mentions drinking/drunk reader and Carlos

Pierre is a bit of a jackass in this

Kimi and max both tease the reader about her feelings for Carlos

Vegas Wedding

Reader is described to be the female version of Kimi

Carlos call the reader Reyna de Helios (ice queen)

Rushed ending

Angsty the ends with hurt/comfort there is some fluff

Word count of 13599 words

2025 Carlos is the first driver lined up for Audi racing and unfortunately for him, you were his teammate. A 24-year-old female driver who wasn’t afraid to speak out about the wrong things. People often describe you as the Kimi Raikkonen reincarnate. You both had the same personality. Some people loved you and others hated you. You were brash and you didn’t show your emotions very often.

Carlos loved to tease and joke about you with you and it got on your nerves and he pissed you off. Honestly, how can one person be so happy about everything and touchy? That was one thing you couldn’t stand touching.

You couldn’t stand Carlos’s playful touches. It annoyed you because you considered it an invasion of your personal space. At times it even angered you that he couldn’t seem to read the signals, as if you were screaming at him to back off, but he never did. Despite your attempts at pushing him away, he remained unfazed.

It frustrated you that he refused to give up. Despite your best attempts to keep him at arm's length, he was always there, invading your personal space. You wondered if he was doing it on purpose to irritate you. You couldn't deny that his constant presence was affecting you though.

Carlos however loved touching. He loved the gentle curve of your body and the warmth that radiated from you. He wished he could hold your hand and run his fingers through your hair, but he knew that would be out of bounds and that it would be pushing your boundaries.

He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or that he was invading your space. He wished that you would just once not push him away when he got too close, that you would reciprocate and embrace him. That for a moment maybe things could be different.

The two of you could never admit it to each other but you felt the same way. It was like a tug-of-war. The more he pursued you, the more you resisted. But the more you resisted, the more he wanted to be close to you. And the more he wanted to be close to you, the more you resisted. It was a never-ending cycle that neither of you was willing to break. Neither of you was willing to admit that you both wanted the same thing.

It was a constant game of cat-and-mouse. You both knew the other was playing, but neither was willing to budge. Each of you wanted the other to make the first move, to take the first step. And each of you was holding out for the other to surrender. Neither of you was willing to admit your feelings. You both tried your best to hide it, but everyone could see it. Everyone could see the chemistry and the sparks that flew between you two.

It was a classic case of opposites attracting. Carlos was the optimist, while you were the cynic. Carlos was the extrovert, while you were the introvert. Carlos was the happy-go-lucky joker, while you were the serious and brooding type. Despite being opposites, you were drawn to him and he to you. You both found each other intriguing because of your differences.

It was like a challenge. Carlos wanted to crack the shell of the ice queen. He wanted to get under your outer barriers and tap into that emotional side that he knew was hidden deep within you. He wanted to break the shell and get to the heart of the matter. And that challenge excited him. Carlos wanted to be the one to melt you and get you to open up.

“Good morning Reyna de Hielo (ice queen)” Carlos says with a smile as you enter the Audi racing motor home

“Ice queen?” You say skeptical raising an eyebrow

“Fitting, no?” Carlos replies

You hated that nickname. You did everything you could to hide your softer side, but Carlos still thought that nickname was fitting.

He never ceased to annoy you with his playful taunts and teasing. It was like he was constantly poking at you and pushing your buttons just to get a reaction. You knew he was just looking for an opening into your shell, but you couldn’t help but be irritated by his persistence.

“Leave me alone, Carlos. Just because I’m not overly enthusiastic doesn’t mean I’m cold.”

He smirked at you as he replied, “Oh, I see, you are the epitome of warmth, aren’t you?”

His sarcasm wasn’t helping the situation. He knew how much it irked you when he made jokes at your expense, but he couldn’t help himself. He just couldn’t help but try to get under your skin and push your buttons.

“Would you let it go? Just because I’m not as extroverted as you doesn’t mean I’m a cold, heartless person,” you reply. There was an underlying edge to your voice that made it clear why the nickname was fitting.

“Touchy. Sensitive. Someone’s not happy with her nickname. Let me guess, what would you prefer? Ice princess? Snow princess? Ice queenside?”

He was never going to let it go. Your mood wasn’t helping though. You were playing right into his hands by showing that you were bothered by his words. He couldn’t resist seeing just how far he could push you before you snapped.

You had no idea how close to snapping you were. You wanted to yell at him but you knew it would be pointless. He was just looking for a reaction out of you. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of showing him that he was bothering you. No matter what he said or did, you weren’t going to let him get under your skin. He was just a pain in the ass, and you were not going to let him ruin your day.

Carlos continued to taunt you, laughing at your efforts to keep your composure.

“You know, you don’t have to put up such a defensive front. It’s adorable when you act so tough and then pout like a little girl when someone calls you out for it.”

“I don’t pout,” you say with a pout

The pout was too cute for him not to laugh at.

“That’s a pout if I’ve ever seen one. Who knew the coldhearted ice queen was such a sensitive little snowflake,” Carlos teases.

“Your a pain in my ass Carlos you know that”. You said crossing your arms and cocking your hip to the side

The pose was far too feminine to be intimidating. Carlos was tempted to comment on it but he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“I’m just trying to get on your good side, Reyna,” Carlos grins. That grin did something to your stomach, but you wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“Yeah whatever” you replied rolling your eyes and walking away.

The way your hips swayed as you walked away was just too irresistible. It was clear that the conversation was over, but Carlos couldn’t resist the temptation to call out after you.

“I see you got the point of my nickname now, sweetheart. I get that you don’t like it, but I just can’t help myself. Reyna de hielo, so fitting.”

Carlos giggled to himself as you walked away. He knew he had gotten on your nerves, and it was just too damn much fun. The best thing about messing with you was how unpredictable you could be. Sometimes you would just brush off his remarks with little to no reaction, others you would go ballistic on him, yet others you would pout like a five-year-old.

Carlos liked all those versions of you. He hoped that one day he might get to see the other sides that you were so good at hiding.

You stormed into your driver’s room huffing and puffing as you plopped down on the couch beside Kimi your mentor/manager.

“He’s so infuriating. Like who does he think he is? Honestly, I can’t believe him” you ranted.

“What is it now?” Kimi asked

“He knows exactly how to push my buttons. I swear, he’s just doing this on purpose now.”

You sat there shaking your head as you tried to process the conversation. Carlos had gone from trying to get under your skin to calling you cute names, all within a matter of minutes. You didn’t understand what his endgame was. One thing you knew for sure was that he was not gonna give up.

You let out a frustrated sigh. You did not have the patience for this kind of mind game. All you wanted was to focus on your racing and win this thing. You had worked too hard to get to this point to let some guy get in the way of everything you had worked for. You knew one thing for sure though. That one guy was determined to prove to you that he would not walk away quietly.

Kimi seemed to sense your frustration and tried to calm you down. He was good at calming you down and helping you keep a cool head. He put a comforting hand on your shoulder and looked at you with his calming eyes.

“You know he’s only doing this because he likes you,” Kimi said

“What? He can’t like me. There’s no way,” you answer

“Come on, Y/n. Anyone can see how much he likes you. The way he teases you and the way you react. It’s obvious.”

You scoffed a laugh as the realization came crashing down. You couldn’t believe it. Was that possible? Could he like you? You never thought of it that way before.

“But how can he like me if he doesn’t know me?” You ask.

“Oh, I’m sure he knows you way better than you think he does,” Kimi answers with a nod.

You remained skeptical. Did he know you that well? You barely even showed him a glimpse of the inner you. You were always closed off and reserved around him. It was hard to believe he could see beyond the exterior when you put in so much effort to hide what lay beneath it.

“I don’t believe that,” you said rolling your eyes

Kimi smiles at your disbelief.

“I think you’re being a little naive, Y/n. Carlos is not like the other men you’ve been around. He does care about you. He sees that wall you put up and he knows there is more to you than the icy exterior you like to show. You just have to let him in.”

You sat in silence for several seconds, thinking about what Kimi had said. Could it be true? Could Carlos see the deeper side of you that you worked so hard to keep hidden? The idea began to dawn on you and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your stomach.

“When did you become so wise?” You asked

Kimi chuckles. “You act like I’m some sort of sage. I’m just offering some advice based on my observations. It’s so obvious the way he looks at you when you’re not paying attention.”

“No way.” You deny once more. “He’s not interested in me like that. You must be mistaken.”

“Y/n, please. How many times must I tell you that men are not that hard to read? Carlos is interested in you and if you can’t see that then you’re blind.”

You roll your eyes and ignore Kimi’s advice. If Carlos was interested in you then he made a very poor effort to show it. This was all just some big misunderstanding. You refused to believe that he cared about you and saw you in anything other than a professional capacity.

“And how would you know?” You replied

“Because I’m a man y/n,” Kimi said

“And that means you can read his mind?” You ask in response

“No, but I can see when another man is interested in a woman,” Kimi says, and even his tone says he is serious.

“Carlos is a player. He’s probably just trying to toy with me. How do I know he truly has feelings? He’s always going after every other woman in the pit lane.”

“Well, I haven’t seen Carlos chasing after anyone else lately. Have you?” Kimi asks.

“That-“ you stutter. You can’t recall the last time Carlos had been with someone else. It was true that he was a lady's man, but for some reason, he had been focused on you lately.

“And let’s not be so quick to label him as a player,” Kimi adds.

You thought about that. While Carlos could be flirty, it was true that you haven’t seen him hooking up with anyone else like he used to. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that Carlos was acting a little different than he normally did.

“But, the big question is, what about you? Do you have feelings for Carlos?” Kimi asks you point blank. Your cheeks heat up as you realize you have no way not to answer.

“No.” You say as quickly and firmly as you can. But it’s a lie. You do have feelings for Carlos, even if you can’t admit it to yourself. You have an attraction to him, both physically and mentally. He is the only guy who ever truly got you and he knew exactly how to push your buttons.

“Hmm I don’t believe you,” Kimi says with a smirk. You can’t help but smile since he’s one of the few people who sees straight through you.

“No matter what you say, I can just tell by the way you talk about him that you have feelings for Carlos. You’re not fooling me.” Kimi says

You don’t know how to respond. You know he’s right. You have feelings for Carlos. But you can’t admit it so you let the silence linger. You just couldn’t believe it. How could you be into him when he was the one who annoyed you the most?

“Just admit it,” Kimi says again with a smirk. “It’s okay, we’ve known each other for a long time so I know when you’re lying. And believe me, right now, you’re not fooling anyone.”

You remained silent. You couldn’t tell him the truth. You couldn’t admit it not even to yourself. You were just too scared to admit that you were attracted to Carlos.

Kimi lets you off the hook for the time being. He knows that you are not ready to confront your feelings just yet. You were struggling to process the reality of your situation. You have never felt this way about someone before. It was all very sudden and intense.

“I know you have feelings for him. Just take some time to process it. When you realize that it’s okay to have feelings for someone, then you can talk to me about it.” Kimi said with a sympathetic smile.

You sit in silence for several awkward seconds as you try to come to terms with your feelings. Kimi’s smile was reassuring and comforting. He always seemed to know what to say to lift your spirits and bring you out of your shell.

“I guess there’s no point in telling you to keep your distance from him.” Kimi laughs

You couldn’t help but wonder what had changed between Carlos and you. You used to be able to ignore him or keep him at a safe distance, but now you just couldn’t. The more you were around him, the more you couldn’t help but notice his charm and presence. There was something uniquely attractive about him that you couldn’t ignore.

The way he teased you, the way he pushed your buttons to get the reactions out of you. It was intoxicating and you couldn’t help but keep coming back for more.

“I guess not,” you say with a small chuckle.

“Let me know when you are ready to take the next step and start dating him.” Kimi jokes.

“Yeah that’ll never happen,” you said sighing.

That got Kimi laughing too.

“Keep telling yourself that, but I can see the sparks between you two. There’s something there, I just know it.” He said as he smiled at you.

“I’m being serious we’re teammates it won’t happen it can’t happen,” you said

“Why not? Is it against the rules?” Kimi asks, teasing you.

“Yes, it is as a matter of fact. I can see the headlines now Audi f1 racer Y/n l/n in a relationship with fellow driver and teammate Carlos Sainz. Kimi, it would be a nightmare for me a lot of people already don’t think I belong here” you explained

“That’s why you keep it a secret,” Kimi said

“What?” You asked.

“Well, come on. Do you think no one ever dated their teammates? They just kept their relationship under wraps. And I’ve got to be honest, you and Carlos would make quite the pair.”

“And we both know how private Carlos is. The last thing he would do is tell anyone about his personal life. No one would have to know. This could be our little secret.” Kimi said while giving you a little side-long glance, his brow cocked and his mouth curled up into a smirk.

You sat in silence for a second, thinking about what Kimi had said. Could this be possible? You never saw yourself dating someone you were competing against, but Kimi was right, Carlos was very private and secretive about his personal life. Nobody would ever know.

Your cheeks flushed at the notion of a secret relationship. The more he said, the more tempted you became. Keep it a secret? You could do it. It was a little crazy and very risky, but it was a tempting thought.

You stepped away from Kimi and walked over to the team meeting. Your thoughts were scattered from your conversation with Kimi. All you could think about was how tempted you were by his idea. Should you take the risk? Go against the rules? Keep things a secret? The temptation was too much but you knew you shouldn’t. You were supposed to stay professional and focus on your racing.

You couldn’t help but look over at Carlos. He sat there laughing and chatting with a few of the other drivers. He was the polar opposite of you. He could interact and joke around so easily. You didn’t know how he did it. Your mind began to wander.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. There it is again, that weird feeling inside of you. You knew you had to pay attention to this meeting, but you just couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Carlos. You tried to ignore him but it was impossible. There was just something so captivating about him.

“You staring again,” a voice said from beside you. Turning your head you see Max.

Your cheeks flushed with surprise as you snapped back to your surroundings. You couldn’t believe you were caught staring. You just hoped it wasn’t obvious that you were staring at Carlos.

Max smirked at the look on your face and gave you a teasing side-eye. “Oh, I know who you’ve got your eyes stuck on. What’s that? Do you have a little crush on someone? I didn’t know you were capable of such feelings.”

“Shut up.” You said, your voice softer than you intended. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks but you tried to deny his allegations.

“Ooooh, it’s true. The icy queenette had found her Achilles heel. It’s so cute how you’re trying to deny it. Who is it? Is it Lewis? Bottas? Or is it that other guy? Oh, that’s right, your “arch-nemesis” Carlos. Did he finally break that heart of ice?

“Shut up Max.” You couldn’t help but blush as Max continued to throw out more and more names. Your mind could only think of one person.

“Ooh, Carlos is it? So what, he won you over with his cheeky nature? The way he teases you and pushes your buttons? Or is it his killer looks?”

Your cheeks flushed red as Max started pointing out all the reasons that you found Carlos attractive. Even though you were denying your feelings for him, his words cut deep.

“Look at you, can’t even deny it. How cute. You finally found yourself catching feelings for a man. You’re starting to thaw out just in time for summer.” Max teased and you couldn’t help but feel your whole face heat up in embarrassment.

“Just admit it,” Max said in a singsong voice.

Your eyes fell over to Carlos, noticing that he was still sitting there, looking all fine and handsome as always. He seemed oblivious to your conversation with Max.

As you stared at Carlos you could feel yourself getting lost in his beautiful dark eyes. Everything about the way he looked at you made you feel so drawn to him. The way he was looking at you now made you feel warm inside.

“You’re in deep, aren’t you? I hope the icy one has the hots for Carlos.” Max teased.

Your cheeks flushed once again as you realized just how obvious your feelings for Carlos were. It was like the entire room could see it.

“Max please stop” you beg

Max laughed, amused that he did his job and got a reaction out of you.

“Why? It’s so cute seeing the cold-hearted y/n being head over heels for a guy. Maybe we can arrange for the wedding.”

“No there won’t be any wedding Max,” you say

Max smirked and laughed. “Yeah, right. But, I have to admit, you and Carlos would make a pretty cute couple. I think he likes you and I can tell that you like him too. It’s only a matter of time until you two are an item. You can’t hide it forever.”

“Why does everyone say that” you whine

Max laughs again. “Because it’s so obvious. Don’t you see it? There is something between you and that sexy Spaniard. I think you two should give in and just become a couple already.”

“I rather get hit by a car,” you said

“I can rearrange that,” Max says taking a sip of Red Bull.

You groan with annoyance as you stare at Max. “Why are you like this?” You were getting fed up with his joking around.

“I dunno, I guess I just like teasing you,” Max says

“Because you’re the only one I can pick on. It’s fun seeing you get flustered and annoyed.”

You rolled your eyes and made a face at Max. “Just shut up.” You snapped at him.

“You think you can take me?” Max asked with a smirk.

“I could take you.” You replied.

“Oh?” Max asks with another cocky and mocking laugh. It was tempting to just sock him right in the face.

“Yeah.” You say with a bit of an attitude. “You won’t be the first guy I would have taken down.” You add on, trying to act tough and not let Max see how flustered you are.

You and Max stared at each other before you both started laughing at each other. You both were starting to crack up when you noticed Carlos walking by and looking your way. Your faces quickly went back into “professional mode” as you both stopped laughing.

Carlos’s dark eyes met yours for a moment and he smirked. He seemed amused by your interaction with Max. He had his arms crossed, leaning against the wall as he looked at you both.

He looked so handsome and intriguing at this moment. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met his. The way he smirked at you was like his way of flirting with you. A sense of confidence just washed over you as your eyes remained locked with his.

Breaking eye contact with Carlos you looked down at your feet before you got an idea. You excused yourself from the conversation with Max before leaving the room taking one last look at Carlos hoping that he would get the hint.

Carlos watched as you left the room and he smirked, a bit amused by your little escape. He knew exactly what you were doing, you weren’t fooling anyone. He had been watching the whole conversation between you and Max and he found it funny how flustered you got. Carlos waited a minute before he followed you. He was curious about why you left the room. Following you from a distance, he was curious to see where you would lead him. You hadn’t noticed him following you as he kept his presence a secret. He didn’t want to alarm you. You stopped at one of the offices in the corner and walked inside. He watched you walk into the office and he waited to see what you were up to.

Once you walked inside, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath as you rested your back against the door. This was the room where you usually came to prep before your races. It was private and no one was allowed in unless they were specifically invited.

As you stood inside, it was a moment for you to let go of your stress and tension. It was like this little room was your sanctuary and you could just let yourself relax here.

The moment you rested your back against the door, you felt a presence behind you. You instinctively knew it was Carlos.

You turned around and saw Carlos right up in your space. He was standing so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face. He had a slight smirk on his face as he observed you.

“Thought you could get away from me so easily?” Carlos teased as he took a step closer to you. His presence felt intoxicating and your heart began to flutter as he stepped closer. Your eyes remained locked with his.

Looking deeply into your eyes, Carlos took another step closer. Your breaths both grew heavier the closer he got. Your lips felt just inches apart when he stopped in front of you.

He discreetly looked into your eyes. You could feel your heartbeat skip a beat as you stared back at him. The air felt thick with the energy between you two. Your skin tingles anytime he gets this close.

Your eyes look for his to his lips and then back up to his eyes.

His eyes met yours and the tension and heat between you two rose exponentially. He couldn’t look away and neither could you. It was almost like you both were getting lost in each other.

The air between you both got thick as the moment went on. You felt like you couldn’t breathe as he stepped closer. You felt both thrilled and nervous at the same time as that feeling only grew stronger.

Your lips almost brushed against his as you both remained locked in place, staring directly into each other’s eyes.

This moment was so intimate and intoxicating. You could feel the heat radiating from his body when he got this close. The tension between you two only grew stronger as your eyes remained locked.

He could barely keep his composure as the moment went on. He didn’t care how bold he was being right now or whether or not this was all just your imagination. All he can think about is how your soft lips would feel against his. The urge to just let his desires take over him was intense.

He leaned his head forward, his lips only inches away from your own. He was trying to fight the urge to just pull you in and claim you. As his lips got even closer, he could feel your breaths mixing with his, your breath becoming heavy and irregular. You were both so close to giving in.

For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, and a part of you wanted him too. Your bodies were close, your breathing was rapid and irregular, and you could feel his heat against yours as you both remained there, in a trance.

And just like that Carlos pulled away “Not like this ice queen” Carlos said walking out of the room.

You felt the breath leave you as he stepped away. You were slightly in shock that he didn’t take this opportunity to go for it. A part of you was thankful that he didn’t, but another part of you wanted him to. You could tell he was still being affected by the intimacy of that moment.

The Las Vegas Grand Prix has finally come and you feel like these past three months have flown by. You haven’t talked to Carlos since that intimate moment in the office.

While that moment has been on your mind ever since it happened, it was too awkward to address and you both kept a distance from each other. However, you both still are forced to interact with each other due to the proximity of your work environments. The two of you have to keep an air of professionalism no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it feels.

As the Las Vegas Grand Prix begins, the two of you are required to be around one another. The atmosphere between you two is still tense but you are both being as professional as possible. You can’t help but feel awkward and uncomfortable around each other.

Despite your awkward and tense interactions throughout the days leading up to the race, you are both extremely focused and determined to win. You didn’t have time to let distractions get in the way so you two focused on preparing your cars and preparing yourselves physically for the race.

On race day, you were both in a state of hyper-focus. All you can think about is winning the race. You barely even pay attention to those around you and you can tell that Carlos was doing the same.

As you get in your cars for the race you both give a professional and stoic nod to each other. With no time to let your emotions get in the way, the two of you race the track and are both neck and neck during the race.

In the closing laps, you both are in a battle to get ahead of the other. You try to give it everything you’ve got as you push yourself to the limit. You can feel him behind you, getting close to your car.

You are just barely in front of him, but he is gaining on you as the track begins to narrow. You can hear his engine getting louder and closer and he is breathing down your neck. You push yourself even harder as you do everything in your power to keep him behind you, but it’s difficult.

You are both neck and neck with only one lap left to go and he is still trying desperately to get ahead of you. You notice that you are starting to lose steam as you try to focus on just getting through this last lap.

You push your car to the limit as you try to hold him off. You can feel yourself starting to get drained and you don’t think you can hold him off for long. He is getting closer and closer.

The final lap almost felt like an eternity. The adrenaline pumping through you was intense. You can hear his engine closing in on you and getting even closer. Everything seems like a blur as you just focus on trying to keep him in your rearview mirror.

As the finish line approaches, it becomes more clear that he is about to pass you. You can feel the heat as your heart beats even faster. The fear and anxiety is almost too much to handle.

The finish line is only a few feet away and you see him inching closer and closer to passing you. You are doing everything in your might to hold on but it just seems like your tank is empty. The last few feet feel like they have doubled in length because of the intense moment.

As you approach the finish line at top speed, you see him pass you and you can’t help but feel disappointed. You had put up a good fight but it just wasn’t enough.

You can hear the commentators going wild as they witness the tense and exciting finish that you two delivered. You cross the finish line and try to compose yourself before the podium ceremony begins.

A few minutes later you walk up the stairs to the podium. You’re standing in the middle as you look across at the podium to your left as you see Carlos win the first position and to your right as Max takes the third position. The two of you are smiling and are being congratulated by the other drivers.

You take your place next to the other two and the three of you stand together as the camera flashes are directed at you. You all stand at the podium and the commentators describe the tension and excitement of the moment

You stood there with your hands clenched tightly together as you stared ahead at the crowd. You feel yourself starting to get choked up but you try to remain as stoic as possible. You couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to come in second when you could have won this race.

You felt so many emotions all at the same time as the disappointment washed over you. You wanted to just storm out of there because you couldn’t stand to be there. The feeling of your hands being clenched so tightly together made them sore. You felt like you wanted to start crying.

As the moment started winding down and everyone began to leave the podium, you noticed that Carlos was still there. He was standing close to you on the podium which caught your attention. Your eyes remained averted but you could feel his stares. It felt like he wanted to say something.

You felt a tense atmosphere between the two of you and you were still too upset to even look at him. He remained where he was, looking at you and you could sense him waiting for you to say something but you were too angry to even face him.

“You’re to hard on yourself” Carlos says as you walk way.

“I know” you mumbled to yourself

The bar is usually a place for you and the other drivers to take a breather and decompress after a race. It’s the place where you usually unwind for a bit and catch your breath. This is especially important during a stressful race like the Las Vegas Grand Prix.

As you walked in, your attention immediately shifted towards a group of the drivers gathered at the bar. You could see that they were all relaxed and enjoying a drink. The tension between you and Carlos had you feeling on edge as you entered.

You spot Carlos towards the back of the group, as far away as he could be from you. You can feel his gaze as it follows you as you walk in. You tried to ignore him and focus on finding somewhere to sit. Your anger was still building inside of you.

As you try to find a place to sit, you notice that all the seats are already taken. You were so frustrated that you wanted to just walk out of there. When you realized that the only place left to sit was next to Carlos you sighed and decided to just sit down next to him.

You sat down next to Carlos and it was only the two of you at a table off in a corner. The drivers all stopped what they were doing to look over at you. It felt like they were all staring at you two as you sat silently next to one another.

“I guess the ice queen has decided to join us,” Pierre says with a sarcastic tone as the others around you start laughing.

You wanted to roll your eyes but you stayed silent and tried to keep your face as neutral as possible. “I guess since she didn’t win, she wanted to hang out with us instead.” Pierre continued as more of the other drivers laughed.

“At least I can get a podium finish. How many have you had this season, Gasly?” You asked sarcastically.

Pierre was taken aback by your sarcastic tone and it caught him off guard. His eyes widened a bit as you snapped back at one of the other drivers. Some of the other drivers laughed as Pierre got quiet.

Pierre stared directly at you for a long moment before finally speaking “I almost feel honored that you finally decided to speak to us” Pierre said sarcastically again. The others began to laugh again.

The way Pierre spoke to you made you feel like your blood was boiling. You couldn’t believe that everyone was just laughing off his disrespectful comment. You felt your patience wearing thin as you stayed silent and continued to stare in his direction.

Pierre kept a smug look on his face as he continued to stare at you. The way he spoke to you was condescending and disrespectful. You felt the heat rising in your body as your patience ran out. The other drivers laughed along and didn’t say a word to defend you.

“I’m surprised you even came over to join us considering that you couldn’t even win the race,” Pierre said with a smirk. He was trying to get under your skin and he was doing a pretty good job of it.

The disrespect was unbearable at this point. Everyone else was just laughing along and you felt like the butt of the joke. You were beyond fed up with Pierre and how he was treating you. Your eyes were beginning to darken as a wave of anger started to rise inside of you.

Pierre continued “I guess you had to settle for second place after all” Pierre teased. Pierre had always been like this but this time around you just felt your blood beginning to boil. You weren't going to let him get away with calling you out like this.

“Knock it off Gasly,” Carlos says from beside you, placing a hand on your thigh.

You were caught off guard by Carlos's sudden action. All the air was suddenly sucked out of the room as all the other drivers' eyes immediately fell on Carlos. Your mind had to process the thought of him just randomly placing his hand on your thigh in the middle of the bar when you both were still fighting and annoyed by each other's presence.

The touch from Carlos caught you by surprise and you could feel him squeezing your thigh slightly. Pierre was taken aback by Carlos’s sudden interruption and the tone in his voice. The drivers around him went silent as they watched the two of you.

Pierre’s eyes narrowed a bit as Carlos placed his hand on your thigh. Pierre’s lips thinned slightly as he tried to keep his calm. The tension between the two of them was palpable and it was making the others around them feel slightly uncomfortable.

The two of you leave the bar and decide to go bar hopping. The night is turning out much different than either of you expected. You are both a little drunk and the tension between the two of you has only gotten hotter with every bit of alcohol that passes through your system.

“Maybe we should,” Carlos whispered next to your ear. He was pretty drunk at this point and his words were slurred. His voice seemed a bit deeper than usual and you couldn’t help but want to get even closer. The tension between you two was intense and the alcohol just made it feel even hotter.

“We could get married right now and no one would even know,” Carlos whispered again. The alcohol made him feel brave and you were starting to feel that way too. The thought of being married to him just made your heart start beating faster.

“Let’s do it,” you say.

“You sure?” Carlos asked in disbelief. You were feeling very drunk and you couldn’t believe the things coming out of your mouth. Maybe you were just joking, but all the alcohol in your system has you feeling very confident right now.

“I’m sure,” you say looking up at Carlos

“Well I’m down if you’re down,” Carlos said with a drunken grin. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he looked right now. His grin just made him more irresistible and you just wanted to get closer to him.

You both make a drunken stumble towards the chapel as you both laugh at the thought of getting married on a whim. The alcohol was making you feel so carefree as the tension between you both only continued to grow. The drunkenness was making your desires start to take over.

“I can’t believe we’re going to do this” Carlos whispered to you with a drunken grin on his face. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke and the smell was making your desires grow even stronger.

“Me either” you smile.

“Well, we might as well see it through” Carlos laughed as you both made your way inside the chapel. The alcohol in your system was making each step seem like the hardest thing you’ve ever done. You had the intense feeling of wanting to be as close to him as possible.

As the two of you step inside the chapel, you look around as you both try to hold your balance. The chapel was empty except for the pastor standing near the altar. The alcohol has made you both a little disoriented but you two try to compose yourselves together.

“So I’m guessing you two are going to get married,” the pastor says with a slight smirk. You’re too drunk to even react to his comment as you continue to struggle to stand. The alcohol is starting to hit you hard now.

“Uh yeah, we kind of decided on it just right now” Carlos laughed drunkenly as he kept trying to keep his balance. He turned to face you as you both swayed side to side. The alcohol was making the two of you very disoriented and it was becoming more difficult to keep your balance at this point.

“Are you sure you’re both even mentally fit to be making this big of a decision right now?” The pastor asked in amusement. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the both of you leaning on each other and swaying back and forth. He could tell that the two of you were extremely drunk and it was making your coordination even worse.

“Yes, we’re sure we want to do this,” you say, tightening your grip on Carlos who buried his head in the crook of your neck.

The pastor just smiled as he walked behind the altar and asked the two of you to do the same. Your faces were now very close to each other as you both had to lean on each other for balance. You could feel Carlos’s breath on your neck and the heat between the both of you became even more intense now that you were almost touching.

“If you two can make it to the aisle without falling over then I guess we can go ahead and do this” the pastor teased as the two of you leaned on each other to stay standing. The pastor couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the two of you clinging to each other to keep from falling.

“Yeah sure” Carlos mumbled as he tightened his grip on you. The alcohol was making him even more disoriented than you were but your drunkenness didn’t take away the feelings between the two of you. You felt the desire for the both of you to be as close to each other as possible and it was becoming more obvious to the pastor.

“Okay then, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the pastor says as he holds up a small Bible. You both felt the moment get very intense as the alcohol made it all the more real for both of you.

“You may kiss the bride” the pastor continued as he looked over at Carlos. The alcohol only made the entire moment even more intense and you just wanted to kiss Carlos now. The urge was becoming too hard to resist.

The pastor stepped away as the two of you looked at each other. The heat between you two was still intense as you both leaned in closer and closer to each other. This was definitely not your sober self talking. The alcohol had taken over now and you had given in to the desire.

Your lips finally met with Carlos’s in a sloppy kiss. Your tongues got entwined as both of your mouths moved against each other recklessly. You felt the alcohol making you lose yourself as the kiss continued.

You wake up from a drunken slumber only to realize that you can’t even remember the night before. Your eyes feel heavy and your head feels like it’s going to explode.

You take a deep breath and feel the hangover hitting you now. The room is spinning and even the slightest movement makes you feel like throwing up. You try to recall what happened and how you got here but your memory is completely foggy.

You close your eyes again as you lie there quietly, your head slowly clearing up. Once you begin to remember more of what transpired the night before your eyes start to open again. Something feels different though and you can’t quite pin point it just yet.

As you finally open your eyes, reality sets in and you look around the room. Suddenly it hits you that something feels different about this room and you realize that you are nowhere near where you were supposed to be. Your first thought was that perhaps you had woken up in a hotel room.

You slowly roll out of bed and try to maintain your balance as you walk towards a mirror. You glance into the mirror and your heart drops as you look at your reflection.

You feel the reality set in and your brain begins to piece everything together. You realize that not only are you in a different room but the reflection looking back at you is wearing a wedding ring. You can’t believe it. You feel like this is all a dream but it’s starting to feel very real now.

Looking around the room for your phone you find that you have a bunch of missed calls and text messages from Kimi and the others. Turning your back off to think you hear groaning from the other side of the bed. Getting up and walking to the other side you find your teammate passed out on the floor also wearing a wedding ring.

What the fuck happened last night? You thought to yourself.

“Carlos wake up” you say shaking him.

Carlos stirred slightly as he was still trying to recover from his hangover. His eyes opened for a second and then closed again as he struggled to even keep them open. He grumbled when he heard your voice and tried to roll away from you.

“No carlos get up” you say again hitting him with a pillow

Carlos woke up with a sharp groan the pillow hit his face. “Ugh what the hell” he mumbled as he got up. He rubbed his eyes for a second before looking over to you. “What time is it?”

“It’s 12 in the afternoon” you said

“12 o’clock in the afternoon?” Carlos glanced at you and then over to the clock on the wall. “What the hell did we do last night?” He groaned as he sat up on the bed.

“We got married last night. Ok Carlos look around you were not even in our original hotel.” You rant getting louder

Carlos’s face paled for a moment as he looked around the room. He had no memory of what happened last night but now he started to get a sense of the gravity of the situation. The realization of what had happened started to come creeping back into his head.

“Are you serious? We really got married?” Carlos questioned as he started to think back to the night before. He barely remembered a thing and now he’s starting to wonder if he was in some kind of drunken haze the entire night.

“Yes I’m serious, here's the wedding certificate” you said handing the pics of paper.

Carlos glanced at the certificate and then back at you. The confusion was slowly turning into disbelief as he realized that the certificate was real. “Let me see that again” Carlos said as he held the certificate in his hands and skimmed through it.

“This is a legit wedding certificate from the Las Vegas chapel” Carlos stated. The realization of what had happened was slowly soaking in. He couldn’t believe that he had actually gotten married to his rival and his teammate. You started to wonder what everyone’s reaction was going to be.

“We’re married?” Carlos asked again as he looked up at you in disbelief. The thought was surreal and you felt a little stunned yourself. His disbelief was slowly turning into a bit of shock and he looked around the room for a second to collect his thoughts.

“We actually got married” Carlos stated again as he still struggled to even process the news. The thought was still hard to believe and even the headache from the hangover was still there. You both were now going to have to live with the consequences of your drunken actions from the previous night.

“This is crazy,” Carlos continued. He was still feeling shocked by the news and he didn’t really know what to say or think. It was crazy to think that he would actually end up getting married to his rival and teammate.

“What are we going to tell the team?” Carlos asked you. You both had to figure out a way to explain this to the rest of the team. You doubted that they would be very pleased to hear what you both had done.

“Absolutely nothing Carlos because if this gets out you’ll be fine you’ll bounce back from the scrutiny and bad publicity me me? I’ll be screwed over by everyone. So we say nothing about this and I mean nothing” you tell him

“So you’re suggesting we keep this to ourselves?” Carlos asked you. He was beginning to realize how big of an impact this would have on their careers. He knew that he would be able to bounce back but you were right in saying that you would take the brunt of the fallout from this.

“Exactly we say nothing” you repeat

“You realize that we have to wear these wedding rings?” Carlos pointed to your ring. You both still had your physical proof of your drunken actions last night. A part of you felt relieved that this would all stay secret from everyone else.

“No we don’t” you say taking off the ring and tossing it in to trash can. “Like I said no one needs to know” you said grabbing your stuff and leaving the room.

Carlos sat on the bed thinking about last night and what you said and he’s was slightly disappointed that you wanted to forget about this accidental marriage.

Sighing to himself he gets up and gathers his things and looks at the trashcan and takes your ring out and pockets it leaving the room disappointed.

As you grabbed your things and headed straight for the door Carlos realized this is what you were going to do. Your plans didn’t match up with his and he was disappointed. Carlos just couldn’t believe how quickly you just wanted to move past this whole situation without showing any regards to what the two of you had just committed to.

Carlos headed down the hallway and tried to catch up with you. He caught up to you at the entrance and leaned against the wall. “So we’re just going to pretend like last night didn’t happen at all?” He asked you. his tone was full of disappointment and he couldn’t help but feel like you were being very dismissive of the whole situation.

“What else is there? We made a mistake, we were both drunk and last night was just one big drunken mistake that we’re going to keep secret from the world” you replied back in a careless and dismissive tone. You just couldn’t understand why he couldn’t see the situation the same way.

“A drunken mistake?” Carlos asked you as he looked at you. The disbelief was painted on his face and he looked very frustrated. “Is this what you think marriage means? An impulsive drunken action?”

“Yes Carlos it was a drunken mistake. We can't be in a room together for five minutes without fighting.” You said loudly and frustrated.

“So we fight sometimes so what?” Carlos was also getting frustrated by the way you were acting. He couldn’t believe that you were so flippant about this whole situation. The more he thought about the marriage the more he began to believe it wasn’t a drunken mistake but a real decision that you both made.

“You do realize what we just did right? We didn’t just do some impulse drunk hookup or something” Carlos continued. He was trying to get you to see his point of view but he didn’t think you were really listening to him.

“We married each other last night” Carlos repeated. You both had said some vows while you were completely drunk but the words you promised to each other were still valid. The gravity of the situation was slowly starting to sink in for Carlos.

“You just don’t care that we got married?” Carlos was beginning to feel furious and the anger was starting to build inside of him. You just seemed so careless and unconcerned about what had happened last night.

“No I don’t care because it was a mistake”

Carlos just couldn’t believe your response and he looked at you in pure disbelief. This marriage to him meant more than just a drunken mistake and he couldn’t believe you were so nonchalant about the whole situation.

“And you wonder why we call you the ice queen you’re a cold hearted person who only cares about herself” Carlos says through clenched teeth pointing a finger in your face.

Carlos felt a surge of anger run through his body as the name calling started. The two of you had always had a very competitive relationship as teammates. You both had pushed each other to the limits as you went head to head on the track but this marriage was something deeper than that.

Carlos didn’t like being criticized and insulted in this manner and his anger was starting to surface. His frustration that you didn’t seem as invested as he was was slowly boiling over. He couldn’t believe how coldly you were treating something that he felt was important.

“What the hell do you mean I only care about myself? Do you honestly think that I would marry you because I was just feeling spontaneous?” you exclaimed, getting even angrier. You felt the anger and frustration starting to overtake you.

“How can you say something like that so carelessly?” Carlos exclaimed angrily. “I think this whole thing was a big ass mistake and I wish we could take it all back too but we can’t. We made a drunken decision and now we have to live with it” Carlos continued. The anger and frustration was getting the best of him and he was starting to lose his temper on you.

“This isn’t about taking it back though, we made a serious decision last night and you’re just dismissing it as a mistake and nothing more” Carlos said with a tone of contempt towards you. He was starting to question your character and he couldn’t believe this is how you were acting now.

“What do you want from me Carlos?” You asked

“I want you to take this seriously!” Carlos screamed. He was beginning to get angrier and angrier as the frustration built up inside of him. He couldn’t believe that you were treating this marriage like it was a game.

“You think you can just say these vows and get married to me and then just brush it off in the morning like it meant nothing?” Carlos screamed again. He was so angry at how dismissive you were being about the whole situation. He was starting to feel like the only one who cared about this whole marriage.

“Why do you care so much?” You yelled asking.

Why was this so important to him?

“You seriously have to ask me that?” Carlos screamed. He couldn’t believe you were asking him this question. “Because this is more than just a drunken mistake to me!” Carlos had tears in his eyes now as he realized that he cared so much more about this than you did.

“This is something serious and I want you to take it seriously just like I am” Carlos said desperately. He just wanted you to see things the way he did but you just wouldn’t listen. Your dismissive attitude was making him feel like his feelings didn’t matter to you.

“It was just one drunk night, what’s so serious about that?” You responded angrily. You were annoyed that he wanted to make this a big deal now. You couldn’t believe that he actually cared about this drunken marriage.

“Because I love you Y/n! There I said it!” Carlos added.

When you heard him say those words something in your heart began to stir. You had heard him say those words before but this time they had a whole new meaning to you. You couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as you realized the gravity of the situation. You had always loved him but now you realized that you had been too stubborn and prideful to truly admit it.

“You love me?” You asked him. The words slipped out of your mouth without thinking and the instant you said it the feeling of realization washed over you. You realized that you really did love him and all the anger and frustration that had been building suddenly disappeared.

“I do regret getting married last night when we were both so drunk” Carlos continued but this time with a gentle tone. “But I don’t regret marrying you” he added. The way he said it you knew that he meant every single word.

“So what are we going to do now?” You asked. Your emotions were still running high and you felt a mixture of relief and excitement as he continued to express his feelings towards you.

“I want to be with you” Carlos said firmly and then he took a deep breath. “And I want to make this work” he continued. This whole thing had been a lot for both of you to process but the feelings of love that he was expressing towards you made it feel like it was all worth it.

“We didn’t make the best decision last night” Carlos admitted. “But maybe it was meant to happen” he continued. He wanted to believe in the whole fate thing and this situation was really making him think that maybe there was more to this marriage than just a drunken action.

“Can we start from the beginning and do this right?” Carlos asked. He sounded like he meant it and all the anger and frustration that he was harboring earlier was gone. He was ready to commit again and take this one step at a time.

“I think that would be for the best” you replied softly. “Can we just start over and do this the right way?” You continued. You wanted him to take this seriously and you wanted to prove to him that you were in this with him.

“Then I guess we are starting over” Carlos stated. “This is still new to me but I’m ready to give us a proper start” Carlos replied and he looked at you. You felt a sudden rush of warmth and joy as you looked into his eyes. The two of you just stood there for a moment holding each other’s gaze and you both felt so content in each others presence.

“Can I ask you a question?” Carlos asked you after a moment of silence. He looked at you curiously and he was eager to see how you would respond.

“Yes?” You replied softly. You didn’t know what he was about to ask but you were ready to answer him.

“Did you actually mean the vows that you said last night? Were they just meaningless drunk words or was there some truth to them?” Carlos asked you softly. His eyes were locked into yours and he was waiting eagerly for you to answer.

“I wanna say yes but I don’t remember our vows” you admitted

“Well do you remember anything else from last night?” Carlos asked with a teasing tone. The teasing was playful and he was trying to lighten the mood now.

“I barely remember anything,” you replied honestly. “It’s like a blur,” you continued. You knew what happened last night but the whole thing was almost incoherent to you.

Carlos couldn’t help but laugh at your response. “Well I guess it’s better that you barely remember anything than remembering everything” he replied with a laugh. The humor seemed to break the tension between the two of you and it allowed you both to relax a little bit.

You and Carlos had been living together for a few weeks now and it’s been a strange and surreal experience. You had gone from barely even tolerating each other to living under the same roof. You were learning to adjust to this new dynamic but it was taking some getting used to.

Carlos had asked you to move in with him after the last race of the season and you had taken him up on his offer. You felt like you didn’t have a choice since it would be difficult to maintain this marriage from two different homes.

After a while of living together and getting to know each other’s personal routines and habits you began to see a new side of Carlos. You began to see his humorous and playful side and you were starting to form a sort of connection with him.

You had started to feel more comfortable around him and you weren’t as quick to get defensive or fight with him as you once were. You had to admit that there was some part of you that was enjoying this new dynamic between the two of you.

But there were, of course, some moments of difficulty along the way. You both were still prone to fighting and arguing and it could be exhausting at times. You still had trouble communicating with each other and sometimes it felt like the two of you were speaking completely different languages.

The two of you also had to adjust to the fact that you were in a serious relationship now. Despite the amount of difficulties that had come up between the two of you you were able to push through the struggles and you found yourself truly caring about Carlos in a way that you had never cared about anyone before.

In particular you had to learn how to interact and deal with Carlos' family. This was all very new territory for you and you didn’t have any prior experiences to base this off of. It was a learning process and you realized that it was going to take some serious effort and commitment to make this relationship work with his family too.

“What if they don’t like me?” you said, voicing your concerns to Carlos.

Carlos looked at you with a genuine smile and he tried to reassure you. “My parents are going to love you, you don’t need to worry about that,” he said confidently. But you weren’t so sure. The thought of meeting his parents for the first time made you nervous and you didn’t know how they were going to react to you.

“Just be yourself and there’s nothing to worry about,” Carlos continued. He really wanted to make you feel comfortable and he wanted this meeting to go as smoothly as possible. The last thing he wanted was for this to go awkwardly.

“But I’m just nervous,” you replied back. Your anxiety was growing as the date drew closer and you couldn’t shake whatever feelings of doubt that were cropping up.

“Don’t worry you’ll be fine” Carlos tried to reassure you once again. He knew you were prone to getting anxious in stressful or unfamiliar situations and he knew this was just one of those times that you needed some extra reassurance and support.

“Besides, just think of it as an opportunity to get to know my parents,” Carlos said, trying to make the encounter sound less intimidating to you. It was his way of trying to put your mind at ease and make the situation feel less scary than it actually was.

“Yeah ok” you replied back a little unsure. You still had some anxiety about the situation but you felt a little more reassured after his comforting words. You had to admit that Carlos could be quite sweet and endearing at times which helped to settle your nerves a little bit.

The day of your first meeting with Carlos’s family finally arrived. The two of you were headed to his house and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous as you approached. The house had all the hallmarks of a typical Spanish estate and you could already feel the pressure of the situation starting to weigh down on you.

You looked over briefly at Carlos and he gave you an encouraging grin. He could tell that you were a little bit on edge and he wanted to give you a boost of confidence before you arrived at the door. “I’m right here with you Y/n, and I’m not going to leave your side” Carlos said quietly to give you a sense of safety in the presence of his family.

As Carlos was saying this you felt like your anxiety was being eased. The fact that Carlos was so supportive and he was going to stay with you the whole time made you feel more relaxed. As the two of you approached the door to the house you noticed it was unlocked and you could already hear a few voices inside.

“Ready?” Carlos asked you as he reached for the doorknob to open the door. You gave him a slight nod and he swung the door open and you both stepped inside. Immediately you could hear the voices of Carlos’s parents speaking in Spanish which made the situation more nervous than it already was.

“Mami esto es Y/n” Carlos introduced you and you noticed his mother seemed surprised when she saw you. Her face quickly turned from surprise to a warm smile and she took a few steps closer to greet you.

“Hola Y/n, es un placer conocerte” Carlos’s mother said to you as she reached her hand out to shake yours. The Spanish sounded nice and it made you feel a bit more at ease. The pressure was still there but at least she seemed nice and friendly which was very comforting to you.

“Mi hijo te habla mucho de ti” Carlos’s mother continued. She said it in a friendly and welcoming tone and she kept the smile on her face. The warmth and friendliness that she was emitting made you feel more comfortable and it helped to put a little piece of your anxiety at ease.

“Mami, Y/n is a little nervous so could you please not be too scary with her?” Carlos said in a teasing tone to his mother and you couldn’t help but laugh at the playful exchange between them.

“Por supuesto hijo, seré muy amigable” his mother said happily. Her tone was a bit playful and she couldn’t hide the pride and affection that she had for her son. She looked at you with a welcoming gaze and you could feel the warmth of her smile as she spoke to you. You already felt a bit more relaxed in her presence and you were grateful for Carlos’s intervention.

Carlos’s mother then took the opportunity to introduce his father who was standing just a few feet away. His father looked a little bit more serious but he was still smiling warmly at you. “Hola Y/n, it’s nice to meet you” he said in English with a bit of a Spanish accent

“Hola” you replied back trying to remain calm. Just like his mother, his father’s friendliness and warm attitude made you feel at ease. Even if his tone was more serious you couldn’t help but feel comfortable in his presence. It was obvious from their body language that they liked you but they also seemed a little bit skeptical.

After you were introduced to Carlos’s parents you all went to sit down at the dinner table for dinner. The dinner was in typical Spanish style which meant lots of delicious food and warm conversation. You found yourself enjoying the whole experience even though it was all still a little bit surreal.

As the dinner went on you began to ease up even more than you originally thought you would. The warmth and welcoming energy from his parents was making you feel like you were part of the family, at least for this moment. You found yourself enjoying a good amount of the food and you even managed to crack a few jokes that actually made Carlos’s parents laugh slightly.

You were surprised with how much you were connecting with his parents, especially since you had been feeling so nervous and anxious before. But at the same time you realized that you were also a little bit nervous that you may be letting your guard down and revealing too much about yourself. You didn’t want to say or do anything that would ruin the atmosphere or cause you to lose the momentum that you had been gaining with his parents.

By the time dinner was over you felt like you had gotten over the worst part of this whole meeting with his parents. It was still a little bit surreal but you had already done it, you had met his parents and it was a good first impression.

“See? Wasn’t that so much better than what you had anticipated?” Carlos said to you as you were walking back to the car. He could tell that you were feeling good about how the meeting went and he wanted to reinforce your positive thoughts about it.

“Yeah it really wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be” you replied with a small smile. You had expected the experience to go horribly but things turned out much better than you could have possibly imagined.

“I told you it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought” Carlos said with a hint of playful teasing in his tone. You could tell that he was just a little bit proud of himself that the meeting had gone so well. He was also happy to see that you weren’t too overwhelmed by the experience.

“Well you were right” you replied with another small smile. You couldn’t help but feel a bit affectionate in this moment and seeing Carlos be so happy made you feel even better. You could tell that he was quite pleased with how things had turned out and you wanted to let him know that you were too.

“Plus you made a really good impression on them,” Carlos continued. “They seem to really like you,” Carlos added. He seemed pretty excited at this prospect and he was glad that his parents seemed to approve of you.

“It was kinda obvious that they did” you replied with a slight pout. Maybe it was true, they did seem pretty fond of you, but it also felt like they were trying to read you like a book or something. They were probably trying to size you up and figure out how seriously Carlos was really taking this relationship.

“Well don’t you worry” Carlos said softly to you. “My parents like you and that’s what really matters” he continued and you could tell he meant it. He genuinely wanted his parents to like you and he was genuinely relieved that they seemed to like you already.

A couple of weeks later just before Christmas your mom called you with bad news about your great grandmother and how she was in the hospital. The news hit you hard because you were really close to your grandma.

“She’s in the hospital?” you asked softly. Your mom explained to you that your grandmother’s health had taken a turn for the worse and she had been rushed to the hospital that morning. It was a startling and sudden change in her condition and you couldn’t help but feel concerned. Your grandmother had always been a vital part of your life and the thought of losing her was upsetting. You didn’t have many words to say in response and you could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you.

Your mom asked you if you wanted to come home for the holidays to see your grandmother and you thought about it for a moment before you came to a decision. “Yes, I’ll be home for the holidays” you replied back softly. The thought of missing the holidays with your family was enough to make your heart sink into your chest and you couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing your grandmother one last time.

“Are you sure?” your mom asked just to make sure. You could hear the concern in her voice and you assured her that you were sure and you wanted to come home. You wanted to do whatever you could to see your grandma one last time and there was no way you were missing this chance.

“Ok” your mom said and she seemed a little relieved to hear that you were coming home. You could tell that she had been worried about you and she wanted to make sure that you were doing alright in light of your grandmother’s situation.

“Well I’ll see you soon then” your mom said with a soft and reassuring tone. You could tell that she was worried for you and that she cared about you a lot. It was comforting to know that you had a good relationship with your mother and that she was there for you whenever you needed her.

When Carlos got home he didn’t see or hear you so he went looking around for you. After searching around the house he found you curled up in bed crying.

“ Amor what happened?” Carlos asked you.

“It’s my grandmother” you said softly back to Carlos as you wiped tears away from your eyes. “It’s not looking very good for her” you continued and you continued to cry. Carlos had heard about your grandmother’s worsening condition from your previous conversation with your mom but even he hadn’t realized just how much it was really affecting you.

“She’s in the hospital and it doesn’t sound like it’s looking too good for her right now” you added. Carlos’s face scrunched up when he heard the news and he was genuinely pained for you. He knew that your grandmother meant a lot to you and he hated how you were feeling right now.

“Oh no that’s terrible” Carlos said, clearly upset and concerned. He couldn’t imagine what you’re going through right now and he didn’t know how to comfort you. But he was trying his best. “I’m sorry honey” he continued “I know how much she means to you and this must be so hard for you.”

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do if…” you continued through your tears. Your voice was shaking slightly as you struggled to get the words out. You were clearly distressed and afraid of the possibility of losing your beloved grandmother.

“It’s going to be ok amor” Carlos whispered. He didn’t know if it was really going to be ok but he wanted to be supportive and provide you with any sense of comfort that he could. He didn’t want you to be in this situation by yourself and he hoped his presence would ease some of your heartbreak.

“I know…” you replied back between sobs. You couldn’t stop the water work and you continued to cry softly. You could barely even say those two words since your throat felt so tight with all the uncontrollable sobbing.

Carlos couldn’t stand seeing you like this and he wanted to do something to ease your pain. He crawled into bed with you and he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. “I’m here for you amor” he said softly. He was trying to comfort you anyway he could and he didn’t want you to feel alone during this difficult time.

“I know” you sniffled and Carlos was glad that you could at least reply with a few simple words. He didn’t expect you to stop crying the second he held you but he was glad that you were at least able to let out some of your pain. You were still shaking and you didn’t want to move but Carlos held you tightly against him in an attempt to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible.

Carlos continued to hold you and he felt your body trembling slightly and you were still crying faintly but you were calming down a little bit. He didn’t want to let you go and he wanted to continue to provide you with as much comfort as he could at this point.

“I love you amor” Carlos whispered softly into your ear. He was trying to ease your mind a little bit more and he wanted to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. He was trying to distract you from yourself and your tears and he wanted you in a better mood before you left for your grandmother’s bedside hospital.

“I love you too” you replied to Carlos back. Even though you were still having trouble speaking and you were still a little shaky Carlos was happy that you were able to reply back to him. This whole situation had taken such an emotional toll on you and the fact that you were able to express your love back to Carlos gave him some indication that you would manage the situation with your grandmother alright.

“Let me take care of you amor” Carlos said softly to you. He thought he could still hear a faint quiver in your voice and he wanted to make sure that he would be there for you during this difficult time. He continued to wrap his arms around you and his body felt so warm and secure and all of a time you felt like everything would be alright. You were still a little bit shaky from your tears but the calmness that Carlos was emitting was helping you to feel much better.

Carlos’s touch was incredibly soothing for you at this moment. His embrace was so warm and secure that it made you feel completely at ease. You were still feeling a little bit shaky and your tears were drying up but you felt safe in his arms and that the world was a much brighter place right now than it had been just a few moments earlier.

“I’m here amor,” Carlos continued. He didn’t want you to be anxious or afraid right now and he wanted to just comfort you as much as possible. You were still feeling a little bit fragile but being surrounded by Carlos’s warmth and gentle nature made you feel so much more at ease in this moment.

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