"Welcome to mi hogar (my home)" Finally bringing his eyes to her. The house was spotless and clean, the walls white and grey, green plants dotted about fake or not they were pretty. Mable counter tops for the kitchen and everything stocked up. Clara's eyes just wandered the home. "You like it?" Carlos chuckles to himself.
Just nodding her head in awe of the home. "Come on, flor (flower)." Reaching for her hand before dragging her to the guest room upstairs which she would be staying in for the week. Whilst walking to her new room Carlos' achievements were filling his hallways from head to toe in helmets, trophies the lot. "Well here it is." A confused look plastered on Clara's face. "Here what is?"
The man just shook his head. "Your room stupid," Clara playfully hit the man and he reacted like he has been shot about a hundred times. "And I'm the stupid one?" Again the driver pretended to be hurt as he opened the door to her new room. Her face glowed scanning the room, the bed was a double and the wardrobe was twice as big as her one at home plus the room had its own bathroom but no shower. "Sorry, you'll have to use the main shower or mine because sometimes the hot water doesn't turn on in there." He smiled with the service. "So I'll let you get unpacked and that, I'm directly across the hall if you need me."
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Flopping onto the bed it felt like she tripped into a pillow of clouds. Thoughts of sleep crossed the girls mind and then her eyes began to become heavy and the brightness of the room went dim to black.
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A night time later sounds of glass smashing and plates hitting of tables filled the girls ears. Fear flashed into the eyes of the girl. Is someone in the house? Where is Carlos? Clara jumped up but it took a few minutes for her to even move again as she was frozen with shook. Tiptoeing over to her door before she remembered she had taken her top off before slipping under her covers for nap. "Shit." Not being able to locate her top she just opened her door and then Carlos'.
"Carlos!" A loud whisper filled the air and the formula one driver opened the door to his bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist. "Oh Señor (oh lord) put some clothes on man!" Clara turned around, her cheeks heating up and the picture replaying in her mind. "Could say the same," a smug grin on Sainz' lips. Clara forgot she was just waltzing round in her bra and comfort shorts. "Shit," Slipped out of her mouth once again. Her arms ended up being the cover the girl wants but the man just sighed before chucking a shirt her way.
"I think someone's downstairs," without hesitation Carlos sped past Clara brushing his arm against hers. Following after him she put the shirt he gave her on and the noises got louder and louder the closer they both got to the kitchen.
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You think they might get kidnapped or something? Also this part is a bit longer hope you enjoy it.
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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...
