If there was one motor vehicle that Clara didn't like, that is a plane. Although she goes on many for races etc, she still strongly disliked them. The way they shook when hot and cold air mixed and how they are just effortlessly in mid air. When the pilot of Mclaren's private jet informed her, Carlos and the strangers that they were about to take off, she cursed under her breath. Fucking planes man. "Are you scared, mi amor." Clara scoffed at the nickname he had chosen. Maybe she wasn't a fan of Sainz after all. They didn't actually speak to one and other for the rest of the dragged out journey but before they knew they were on English soil.
When getting out the plane a car and driver was awaiting both of them. "So... You like to kart?" Small talk. Rolling her eyes she stared into space and watching as the beautiful sights of England past. "Yeah, I do." "You seem a pretty good driver, how come no one's come up to you." The conversation was dry unlike Woking, where the HQ was located. "They have." Thankfully, the desert like talk was cut short as a phone begin to ring.
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Fumes seemed to be floating out of Clara nose and ears. Eddie had booked her hotel for the wrong dates and they couldn't seem to fit her in at any room as they were booked up. The hotel tried to contact others around the area but they were booked up also.
Sainz being the cocky gentlemen he is, thought best if he and the driver should wait just incase of many issues, like he knew. Clara insisted that they should go but he refused, she sped out of the hotel with her head in her hands remembering this. From the corner of her eye she saw the man leaning against the car with his blacked out shades that returned to his eyes.
"So, is everything okay?" Not bothering to even look at her. Glaring at the formula one driver she huffed in annoyance. "Just get in the stupid car," Swinging the car down open Carlos allowed Clara to get in first. "Ladies first." "Look, you can stay with me," Still not even shooting a glance in her direction and continuing to stare at his phone. "I- what?" Clara didn't understand. 'you can stay with me' what does that even mean. "You can't find a hotel i've got space in my house, you can use the guest room, okay?"
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I'm not in love with this story tbh. I love the story line that I have in my mind but it's not transferring onto this.
Also I can't remember if I've said this but i'll upload twice a week if possible. Depends if I'm in the mood.
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Secret Obsession - Carlos Sainz
Fanfiction"ITS LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!" Two Spaniards. One passion. Formula One is the only way forward for her. He's already in her dreams. Or maybe not. Maybe she's in his. (There are bits of spainish in here just for warning but it does have a trans...
