Book 2: Beginning Again -Carlos Sainz

Chapter 15

Marie barely slept. His words played over and over in her head, wondering just what in the hell he meant by saying that she was his.

"He knows you're mine. I mean, what is that? Is that like Ryan Gosling in The Notebook 'you're mine' or like Christian Grey Fifty Shades of Grey 'you're mine'. Two very different movies and two very different connotations of the same words," she thought.

She felt like a zombie as she got up and got ready for golf that morning, not coming out of her own thoughts until she stepped into the lobby and saw them all there, waiting.

"Marie! Good morning!" Charles said as he walked over to give her a hug. Marie's eyes found Carlos who looked like he could be capable of murder at that moment.

'Morning Charles," Marie replied as he ushered her towards the group.

"Everyone, this is Marie. She's kinda part of our social team, but she wanted to play with us today."

Marie looked up to find some familiar faces smiling at her, those of Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly. She figured eventually she would have to get caught up on the faces and names of drivers in F1 or it would bite her in the ass. She gave them a polite wave as they smiled back at her.

"So nice to meet you, Marie. Have you played golf before?" Lando said as he cocked his head to the side.

Marie chuckled to herself, knowing that not only had she played before, but she played almost every weekend with her father for 10 years. She wasn't one for bragging, but she was a damn good golfer. Her and her father had won the Father-Son tournament at their country club every year, despite the name of it.

"Yeah, I've played before," Marie answered with a smile. She looked over to Pierre who was on his phone. She turned around to meet Carlos' eyes with a smile.

"Morning, Carlos. Ready for some golf?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," he said with a smirk.

**

"Fuck."

Carlos couldn't think of any other word when he saw her enter the lobby. It was a mixture of surprise and anguish, because he knew he wouldn't be able to focus for a goddamn second during their round today. She was wearing a light blue polo top that still somehow highlighted her boobs, even though it was physically impossible in a baggy shirt like that, tucked into a short, white, golf skirt. Her long, tan legs peered out from underneath and a crisp white visor adorned her head with a high ponytail. He resisted the urge to bail on golf and take her straight back upstairs. Maybe it was because golf was one of his favorite sports, but seeing her like this was an insane turn-on for him. He could barely think straight until Charles went up and hugged her. He felt his entire body tense up, watching how he touched her mid-back and probably felt her torso pressed against his. It took everything for Carlos not to rip them apart and punch his teammate, someone who he genuinely liked. Something about this girl had him feeling all sorts of possessive, not wanting any other man to breathe the same air as her. He chalked it up to enjoying their escapades and not wanting her to find someone else and end it, but the sight of her hugging someone else made him borderline violent. He knew it was a mistake to say what he said last night, knowing how it came off. But he meant it. She was his. She was his and his only, and he knew he had to make sure that there was no one else who would hear her moans or feel her lips on their neck. Carlos never really did like to share. He was brought out of his daydreams by her eyes meeting him.

"Fuck."

**

They were at the first hole on the quick 9 they were playing as Marie stepped up to the tee. Carlos watched intensely as he leaned against the golf cart, taking a quick look at the guys. All of them were on their phones, which meant he had free range to watch her without any comments. She stepped up and bent down to adjust the ball on the tee, causing him to shift in his stance. She lined up against the ball, carefully adjusting her form and looking back and forth from the fairway to the ball. She approached golf the same way she approached everything; with precision and intensity. It was one of the things that Carlos liked about her, she never did anything half assed. And man, she was good. The ball made a satisfying 'thwack' sound as she hit it, sending it straight down the middle of the fairway and onto the green. Suddenly, all of the guys looked up to see.