She got into Carlos' car and put the seatbelt on. She has always loved Ferrari cars so she took a look around her. The seats were made of black leather and the whole car was framed by a thin red line going all around the dashboard, the touchpad and in front of the driver seat. The classic Ferrari logo with the black horse and yellow wallpaper was at the wheel's centre. As soon as Carlos entered the car, they looked at each other and laughed.
"I think the guard was very mad. I didn't get a word of what he said but he seemed angry" she said while Carlos turned the car on. The engine roared.
"Yeah, he was. But as I said, I am Carlos Sainz 55, there's nothing I can't do" Then he moved his right arm to the back of the y/n seat to watch back and reverse the car. She gasped for a second because she didn't get what he was doing. She thought he was going to put his arm around her and for a second her heart stopped. He saw her and when he put his arm back to the wheel, he squeezed her hip for a moment. It was his way of showing her how much he still cared about her.
"Don't start this war again, Chili." She called him the way she used to when they were in London and this made her very angry with herself. He put his hand up like he was surrendering and got away from the Ferrari factory.
When they get to Y/n's hotel she didn't want to leave the car and this made her feel even angrier than before so without saying a word, she got out of the car while Carlos was leaning his left arm on the wheel, waiting for her to talk. They didn't work the argument out so he thought she would have faced the problem, but she didn't. She left him after wishing him goodnight and he felt angry as well. He got back to Faenza blaming himself to haven't insisted enough, he wanted to clarify with her but the only feeling he had was angry to himself and to her. It was hard for him to fall asleep, as much as y/n in her hotel room.
The day after, it was Saturday and y/n called Charles to talk about the night before. She was tired because she haven't slept that much. She wore a light blue training suit, tied a ponytail and waited for Charles in the park near her hotel. Since Charles was late, she started training by herself. She put her headphones on and turned the music very loud. It was her only way to train properly, when all of a sudden someone get closer to her running, it was Charles. He was wearing a white Ferrari t-shirt and a pair of black Nike shorts.
"Hey!" he said looking at her smiling.
"Hey! I haven't heard you" she said putting her headphones off but keeping on running. They ran for half an hour around the park and when they were out of breath, they decided to stop and rest a bit. They got closer to a bench and did a bit of stretching.
"So what did you want to tell me?" Charles was holding his right ankle with his right hand. She told him everything that happened in the factory. The walk around the track, the moment when he was on her and all her sensations, the tension but also the anger she felt. Charles listened to her in silence and nodded his head while she talked so much about her complicated feelings.
"I think he was sincere, Y/n. When we saw him and Isabela in the paddock I immediately told you there was an explication. Well, that's the reason"
"I don't know, Cha. He didn't tell me immediately, and this makes me think that he hasn't moved on" She decided to stop training because she was too tired and she hadn't been training for a long time.
"Carlos is not a liar, I've known him for two years. He's arrogant sometimes, but he's not a liar, Y/n... I think you should trust him." they stayed in silence for a bit, then Charles spoke again, "I think you are afraid of showing your feelings, of letting your emotions go and living this story".
Those words hit hard in y/n's heart. She knew deep inside it wasn't only Carlos' fault and she knew Charles would have to get it, sooner or later. Growing up with an unsentimental father was probably the main reason for her not getting into any relationship, including Carlos. She didn't reply to Charles because she knew he was right and she had to let her feelings grow for Carlos, but she knew it wouldn't be easy at all.
"Oh, look who's calling?" Charles showed y/n his phone ringing. Carlos Sainz. She gasped, it was like he was behind them, hearing all the conversation, but he wasn't. Charles answered the phone.
"Hello, mate!....Yeah sure, what time?....Perfect!....Y/n? I don't know" she started making strange movements with her finger "no, no, no" she whispered to Charles, begging him to don't involve her in their plan. "I don't know, I'll ask her...bye mate, see you tonight" he hung up.
"What did you tell him?" she was mad at Charles who was laughing.
"Nothing, he invited us to his place tonight to watch the football game" he put his phone inside his pocket and went back to run. She chased him even if her legs were burning.
"I won't come, Charles" She was way behind him and he didn't stop, waving at her. She cursed herself and sat down on the bench, too tired to discuss with Charles.
Even if she didn't admit it, she was happy to see Carlos again that night and she understood it when she got out of the shower and stared at her wardrobe. She didn't know what to wear and she started panicking a bit because she didn't have any nice dresses. Then she realized it was just a dinner at Carlos' house, watching the game. So she wore an oversized grey hoodie with another pair of short leggings, white socks and a pair of training shoes. Not the one she used with Charles, those were sticking very badly and were out on the balcony.
She gets in Charles' car, his iconic car, with the Monaco flag. She smiled looking at it because that car is amazing and she felt very lucky to have the chance to get inside.
As soon as they arrived at Carlos' house, she went out of the car while Charles was parking, or at least this was what y/n thought. She was looking around the house when she heard Charles' Ferrari run away from there. She stood still for a moment then she realized Charles left her alone on purpose, he was going back to Maranello. And while she was thinking about this, the front door opened so she turned back. It was Carlos looking at her.
"Where's Charles?" he asked confused.
"He...he was here. But then...well it's awkward. I'm gonna call a taxi, don't worry" She was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say.
"No, it's fine...I mean, come in!" he waited for her to enter and thanked Charles for what he did. Also y/n thanked him in her mind, but she was still angry at him.
"So, have a seat, please. I cooked some hamburgers, I hope you like it!" he said going to the kitchen. She followed him and everything was ready to be served. The hamburgers were cooked, the bread was toasted, and all the sauces were on the table near three empty plates. She smiled because she thought he did everything all by himself and for a moment she felt so sad that Charles didn't come.
"You did all of this?" she asked pointing to the table.
"Yeah, sure! Okay, I'm gonna make your hamburger" he was so confident that she felt attracted to this version of Carlos so much.
They ate everything and shared half of Charles's burger. They laughed a lot and talked about her new work experience at Ferrari. When she talked, Carlos looked at her in silence, he was very proud of her and he was genuinely happy of seeing her into in this job so much.
"The match is about to start," he said looking at his phone. "we better turn the tv on" he got up and took the remote. He turned on his big tv screen and connected it to the Sky Sports Channel.
"Are you gonna watch the game from there?" he asked while y/n was still on the kitchen chair.
"Let me just clean this" she was about to take a plate but Carlos immediately blocked her, holding her arm tight.
"Don't you dare" he was too much closer to her but she didn't move.
"I was just..." "Put that plate down. Right. Now." even if it was an order, he was smiling looking down at her. She looked at him and smiled back. "If you just let my arm go..." she said raising her eyebrows. He was still holding her arm when he squeezed her hip and let her go.
"Carlos!!" she screamed at him.
"That's my name, yes," he said going back to the tv. She didn't say anything and followed him to the couch. It was quite big so they sat on the opposite borders of it.
The game was about to finish and Real Madrid was tieing, but they had to win to pass the tournament, that's why Carlos was very nervous. He was eating his nails nervously and when she saw it, she got closer to him and put his hand away from his mouth with a firm movement. They looked at each other for a moment without saying a word but then Real Madrid scored a goal. He turned his head to the tv and when he realized what happened he got up on the couch and cheered. The game was over and Real Madrid won at the last minute. He get closer to Y/n and kissed her holding her face. She remained frozen still for a second while he was keeping on cheering, like everything was normal.
After a couple of minutes of him jumping and being very happy about this victory, he sat on the couch exhausted, very close to her. Actually, they were side by side.
"Eñorabuena!" she said in Spanish, trying to say it as well as she could. He immediately looked at y/n and smiled. His eyes were glowing because he didn't expect her to talk in his language.
"How do you know that?" he said looking at her. She just raised her shoulders and smiled at him. He stared at her and wanted to kiss her so badly. Hearing her speaking in Spanish made him very excited and the temptation of undressing her, right there, was very hard. He looked at her, then he looked at her lips but then she got up.
"Can I clean the dishes now?" she asked going to the kitchen. He stayed still following her with his eyes. He got up trying to calm everything in his body. He entered the kitchen and cleared the table with y/n when he got a text. He took his phone and looked at it, smiling. She was holding a glass when she saw him smiling.
"it must be someone important"
"What?" he asked blocking his phone and putting it into his pocket.
"you smiled reading that message" She started getting nervous about it.
"It was my cousin talking about the match. Are you jealous?" he asked folding the tablecloth, with a hint of a smile.
"You shouldn't joke about this after what happened between us." she became serious
"Oh my god, are you gonna talk about this now?" he changed his tone of voice all of a sudden.
"No, it would bother you, your majesty" She faked a bow, then she lay her arms on the sink but the only thing she wanted to do was throw him a punch in the face.
"Yeah, it bothers me" he got closer to her "It's always like this. You don't trust me and nothing can make you change your fucking mind"
"So now it's my fault? After what you did?"
"I did nothing, for fuck's sake" he pointed at his chest "but it's like you want this thing not to work" Then he pointed at her. Carlos' voice was deep and rumbled all over the place.
"So it's my fault! I hate you when you turn tables like this" She got closer to him, leaving the sink space.
"I am not doing anything, you never listen to me! You have risen your walls and nobody can change your ideas. It's so childish." he got even closer to her, dangerously closer.
"You are so...so annoying" she started getting hot and tied her ponytail up.
"Don't provoke me" he said misunderstanding that signal.
"I am not provocking you. I know how to provoke you" she said looking at him straight.
"Ahahah" he laughed holding his chest with a hand.
"Why are you laughing for? Oh God I am trying so hard not to punch you in your face" She looked away from him.
"And I am trying so hard not to fuck you on this table" She looked at him speechless.
"You what?"
He pulled her closer to him with a hand on her back and kissed her hard. "God, I hate you so much for being like this" he said getting away from her mouth just for a second. "I hate you too," she said gasping then she kissed him hard.
He pulled her up with one arm and made her seat on the kitchen table. He put her hoodie off and his t-shirt as well then he held her naked waist with both hands. They were so big that could hold all her body. He held her tight and they kissed so violently they almost breathe.
"I still want to punch you in the face," she said while Carlos was kissing her on the neck and she got goosebumps all over her body.
"Then do it" he said loosing her bra and throwing it away from them. She gasped and didn't try to punch him so they kissed each other. Carlos bit her lower lip softly then he bit her neck. He took her leggings off leaving her with just her slip on.
"Now choose," he said stopping everything. She looked at him clueless. "if you punch me, I'm right, you're childish and I'll fuck you on this table."
"What if I don't?" she asked touching his muscles
"It means you want it as much as I want it" he looked down at her breathing heavily. She moved her arm, trying to punch him in the face but he stopped her.
"You're so childish, niña" he put his shorts off and opened her legs. She looked at him and put his pants off, so did he with hers. He entered inside of her, holding her back and started to push as hard as he could. Then she laid her back on the table and he followed her a bit, bending his body on her and holding her neck tight with one hand, while the other was next to her face. Their bodies were screaming and sweating and Carlos's hair was moving to the rhythm of his movement.
"How did you call me before?" he asked keeping on pushing.
"How?"
"You called me Your Majesty" he smiled
"So?"
"I want you to call me like this, right now" he said holding her neck.
"Not in a million years" she said grabbing his back with her legs. He got closer to her hear and whispered.
"Say it. Now." he never stopped pushing it inside of her.
"Your...Majesty" she whispered it then she scratched his back because she was about to cum. He looked up feeling so much pleasure hearing her saying it. He get out of her just in time, then he kissed her.
"I still hate you" he said going away from her.
"I still hate you too" she said getting down the table.