Carlos Sainz X Reader Novels & Stories

“Hi, I’m Bianca. What’s your name?” I slid onto the barstool beside him, unable to tear my eyes away. He chewed gum lazily, the silver earrings on his ear glinting under the light. A chain rested against his collarbone, and tattoos curled along his arms. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a high-fashion magazine. “Carlos.” His lips curled into a playful smile. “You smell good. Clean.” My blush deepened under his intense gaze. This was nothing like being with Marvin. With Carlos, my heart raced. My skin tingled. He felt dangerous, unpredictable—and I wanted more.

Carlos nodded with his eyes closed and imagining something. "Oh no no no... you got me wrong. I'm not Mia Bella. I am a boy." he replied defending himself while Conor and Carlos chuckled. "Relax, Tesoro. I'm going to have a race with you in my world. The mozzafiato Italy... where there are beaches and sand and history and beautiful weather. We will swim between the fishes with the neat and clean blue water under the bright and clear sky.." Carlos was explaining visualizing with his eyes closed.. a touch of a broad smile on his lips.

Carlos became irrational after a few minutes of the seers not appearing. Rising to his feet, he crossed his arms and paced the room. "Great! Now we're stuck in your kingdom with no seers showing up. Aren't you just nothing but a show off?" Carlos said to Xavier, his face held a mixture of anger, impatience, and worry. Xavier, who was more muscular, scoffed and walked up to Carlos with an intimidating stare. His muscles strained against his shirt with his loose buttons exposing his hairy chest, making him look like a sexy god.

"Yeah right. Don't forget you used your bestie to lie." I shook my head, sighing as I continued with my phone. "But what happens when you use all your lucky coins?" she asked. "That's why I am working on leaving that place," I said, scrolling up my phone. She nudged me again, making me look at her. She gestured ahead. "The hottie driver is here," I looked ahead, and I saw Carlos leaning in the car, waiting for me. He was dressed in a blue shirt that hugged his hot body as Imogen would call him. And black trousers and dark shades on.