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justjams2003 · 11 months ago

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I do apologize to everyone who has been waiting so so long for this. I was shadowbanned and didn't want to upload anything while, because then you guys can't read it :(. But now, you guys can!

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Word count: 2,9k

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Part 5~Part 7

A loud thunder crack causes a few people in the restaurant's head to snap up to the sky. Including my dear Y/N. Is she scared of thunder? Caco did not tell me this.

Usually, my mind would immediately worry about the race. How will the rain affect the car? How will the rain affect the track? How the rain affect my driving? Not now, ever since saw her for the first-time racing has been at the far back of my mind. If Caco or any of the Ferrari team knew this, they’d want to get rid of her as soon as possible. But if she has to leave so do I.

Her big brown eyes look up to me with concern and it just makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. Now, I worry about her getting wet. She might get sick or slip and fall. I did not bring an umbrella. I bring up my phone and go to dial the driver, but I’m interrupted before I can make the call.

“What are you doing?” Those delicate brows of hers pull together while she asks me. “I’m calling a driver.” We haven’t finished eating, barely halfway through the meal but I’d kick myself if she develops a cold so soon in my care. There is a twinkle in her eyes and a smile pulls at her cheeks. “Why would you do that?” I can’t help but want to know what she is thinking.

“I don’t want you to get sick, querida.” I lean forward, wanting to take her hand and caress it, but I’m not sure if she’ll allow me yet. A small laugh, a gentle one, she’s clearly amused with me, escapes her lips. “I’m sure a little rain won’t hurt. I’m not made of sugar.” She shrugs and can’t imagine that someone has such little care for their well-being. Especially someone as valuable as her.

Consistently, my brow raises. “Care to explain the medical bills I paid then?” Her cheeks light up and her eyes drag down to her shoes again. Now that her hair is down, she insists on hiding behind it. But when her eyes meet me again, she seems to beg for me to forget about it. How could I ever forget anything about her? “In any case, for me you are made candy floss.”

“You know, that reminds me of a poem. The author of it unknown, some people accredit it to Shakespear but clearly, they did not pay attention in English class if they think that. The true poet is unknown, but some consider it to be Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin. He says that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella. You love the sun but hide in the shade. It goes on but later he says that he fears what it means to be loved.”

Her words are so captivating, and her mind is something that I’d get lost in. The words she speaks, to me it’s like listening to a professor. One who has studied years to know exactly what they are saying. If she was my teacher, I’d get 100%, because I’d cling to her every word. If I could have her talking forever, I’d make sure I will live forever so that I may hear every word.

“How do you know this?” I ask, needing her to say more. She gives the cutest shrug. “It was between cooking or teaching English. I thought I’d make more money cooking and my parents wanted me to choose something more stable.” My blood boils thinking her parents wouldn’t support her true dream. How could they not see the beauty I see?

“But do you like it? The cheffing I mean.” She seems to think for a moment, biting her lip. If she does it, one more time I wonder if I’ll have control. But I must, I can’t scare her off. I can’t bear to lose her. And I won’t. Not of my own doing and not by anybody else’s. I’ll give her the world and make sure no one can give her anything else or take anything from her.

“Um... I did, at the beginning. When I could move to the centre of France, Paris. When I got to be independent, but it soon turned out to be more than I bargained for. I quickly got sick, because I wasn’t eating well. My mind wanders and it would take my mother calling for me to realise I hadn’t eaten. And then I fell behind on the bills. The stress made me smoke more which made me sicker.” Ah I see.

The big world just got too much for my baby. She’s too small to know how to care for herself. I see now why she needs me so. Her mind wanders to a fantasy world. She wants to be someone big and important. And paramount people don’t have to worry about those small things like what to eat and drinking enough water.

“Are you feeling any withdrawals yet? I know it was a bit thing to ask but you must know that I just want you to be as healthy as possible. So that you can enjoy all the things in life I want to give you.” She gives a coy smile and shakes her head. “No, it’s the least I can do for all you’ve done so far. I thought I’d be stuck with that debt for the rest of my life.”

She rolls her eyes just thinking about it. I could see the moment the money was transferred that her shoulders got lighter, and her smile got brighter. I won’t let another thing in the world affect her like this. Nothing will ever again sit on her shoulders. “If you feel even slightly off tell me immediately.” She nods, hiding her face again.

It irritates me, I want to see her as much as I can. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. I’ll have to get her some hair accessories, just to make sure she doesn’t hide from me anymore.

Because I can get her anything. She has me to provide for her and make sure that she stays in the most pristine condition. Now she can go of in her fantasy world and I’ll stay on earth to make her bubble doesn’t burst. “So, you don’t want to work as a cook anymore?” I need to ask, and I need to know exactly what her dreams consist of so that I may make it a reality.

Again, she bites her lip, and I can feel my trousers grow tight. How on earth has she been roaming this earth? How are people not fighting tooth and nail to be in my position? “I think I’d much prefer something...slower. Less stressful, you know? I’d like to cook, yes, but rather at home or maybe even have my own show!”

The excitement twinkles in her eyes again and I must know more. “When I was younger, my mother would teach me how to cook and I’d always imagine that I'm on a program. We’d watch master chef and I’d always imagine being Christina Tosi or Amandine Chaignot. But even then more than anything I wanted to be involved in fashion. In any shape or form. Even if I had to cook to the models.”

She laughs, ever so slightly and I can see the memories flash behind her eyes. Then it will be so. Then suddenly we can both hear a slight pitter patter fall on the roof top. Her eyes instantly snap right over my shoulder. Watching as the pavement turn from concrete grey to cloudy grey.

“As I was saying before. If it rains I am not afraid to get wet. If it snows I will not be afraid of the cold. And if I ever fall in love I hope I treat it the same.” I can’t help but lean in closer. I can’t help myself. In every sense I need to be as close as possible to her. Even if, for now, I don’t know if she wants me to be as near as I want to be.

But when she looks up at me with those big doe eyes, my actions become uncontrolable. Her gaze makes me feel like a prescious jewel being discovered for the first time. Even if it is her who is Painite, rarer than Diamonds, rarer than Emeralds. Her hands are just too resistable, her skin too soft. I take her hand in mine, but refuse to look anywhere but her hypnotic eyes.

I bring her knuckles to my lips and place a slow, gentle kiss. “You promise?” Her fair cheeks turn a rosy pink colour. She bites her lips and it takes everything in me not to kiss her. “I can’t make any promoses, Carlos. Emotions aren’t to be controlled or guarenteed. They are free and wild and only earned.”

“Then I will earn your heart.”

My heart breaks that I had to leave her, but my personal trainer had been blowing up my phone. I know he’s right. I know I have to keep my body up to standard for the racing. Even then, my mind is still with her. I had let her play in the rain after our late lunch. I could see in her eyes that she so badly wanted to play.

I told her that I’ll buy her everything all over again just to see her happy. Just to see her enjoy herself I’d let her rip the entire hotel appart. This did make her smile and it melted my heart. I didn’t care for the people staring, or the people taking pictures. All I see is the twinkle in her eyes and those cheeks become round with a wide smile.

When I left her, her nose and cheeks were rosy pink and she was cold to the touch. I told her to take a shower and bundle up. I was honestly struggling to keep my head straight while gyming. The thought of the water fallings over those soft curves of hers makes me hot and heavy. It makes me adrenaline go crazy and my mind fuzzy. My trainer said I hit a new PR on the weights.

I had been gone for at least an hour or two, but the sun had long since set. The girls I’d been with before, yes they were kind, yes they were sweet, but they just weren’t her. It was the moment I set my eyes on her in that restuarant, I knew I had to have her. They feared the public eye, they wanted nothing to do with the most important parts of my life. She craves it, she’s there whenever I need her.

I found her curled up on the couch. She’d taken the extra cushions and comforters and build herself a bed there. The blankets are all the way up to her nose. She’s curled into a little ball. Taking up as little space as possible. My heart flutters and my cock goes hard. I need a shower.

Why would she do that? Hadn’t I told her to sleep on the bed? Why does she insist on defying me when all I do is for her betterment? Terco como siempre. I prepare the bed, making sure there isn’t a single then wrong. I pick her up bridal style, up close I can hear the very light snores. She doesn’t wake, however, she cuddles up closer to me. And when I tuck her in nice and close and can’t help but notice how innocent she looks with her new pj’s.

She clings to my shirt when I lay her down, in her subconscious she needs me as much as I need her. More than the money, more than the fame, more than the job. She wants me, she needs me. I am nothing without her and I must make sure that I will never loose her.

After the shower, she’d thrown the duvet off to the side. She’d spread out across the bed and her shirt had ridden up right under her breast. And suddenly I need a cold shower again. Her skin is soft, like a freshly hatched dove. Her skin the same colour too and I can’t but want her to get more sun.

My hands move without control again. Her delicate curves are like a magnet to my body. I make sure to be as soft and slow as I can, to not make a noise. Just slightly hovering above her small body. My lips make contact with the arch of her collarbone, just small gentle kisses. I do not make a sound, but she sure does. Smalls whimpers and whines escape her lips.

Mi pequeña wants this. Still deep in sleep, but her hands grab for me. Yearn for me, like I do to her. Just soft, almost ticklish kisses on her collar. Worshipping her like I so badly want to. But, for now, I won’t take it any further. Call it but a goodnight kiss. I slept on the couch, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.

“Dulce niña, what happened here? Did you hurt yourself while I was gone?” Carlos’ hands come up to your neck. You instantly notice how his hands are big enough to wrap around your entire neck, you’re sure. Your brows intertwine, you know what he’s talking about. You tried curling your hair, to look good if there are cameras, but clearly you need more practice.

His brows furrow and concern fill his eyes. The look in his eyes is the same as last night, in your dreams. You can remember his big stromg arms taking holding you. Of those storming eyes commanding you to scream his name. If he found out about these filthy dreams you had, you’d sink into the ground of embarresment. He’s a classy guy who hasn’t asked for anything more than a smile, now you’re the one thinking of his skin on yours.

Not only that but you woke up in the bed this morning, even after going to bed on the couch. You and your girls had been talking for longer than you’d realised, likely falling asleep while on the phone call. They’d been just as excited as you were about the whole day. Both of them swooning and wishing their partners would do and say what he does.

You heard him coming back while you were getting ready. “No, no, don’t start with that mister.” You say, jabbing him in his chest. He’s sweaty and had clearly just come back from the gym. It’s already 07:30. His eyebrows furrow together. “I told you that I’d sleep on the couch. You are a very important person and need your full rest.”

A smirk forms on his face and it only makes you more annoyed. He crosses his arms and leans back, clearly done listening. “You already take care of me, give me a chance to take care of you. Relationships are 50/50. Even the more...unconventoinal ones.” You can’t help but hold onto his shirt, really wanting to drive the point home. “I agree, you tell me what you want and I give it to you. 50/50.”

You fold your arms together and roll your eyes. “Vous êtes impossible.” Something compared to a growl escapes his throat. He pulls you close to him by the hips. “I like it when you talk French to me.” Then his hand grazes your collar again. “Now tell me, what happened.” Concern is etched into his eyes and his touch is as gently as can be.

You shrug, “I wanted to curl my hair, but I haven’t used the curling iron in a few years...” He looks confronted with your words. “If you know you can’t use it, why risk hurting yourself.” He tucks a strand of now wavy hair behind your ear. You shrug and look up at him, “I wanted to impress you.” He lets out a loud laugh and takes your face in his hands.

“You’re too cute. What’d I do to have someone like you share a hotel room with me?” His eyes look and it makes you feel so warm inside. “You paid me,” your answer is blunt but the truth. You’re still not entirely sure where you stand in this strange relationship. He laughs just like before, “That reminds me, I got you something.”

He then opens his gym bag and then pulls out a handfull of things. He hands them to you and you can see it’s a bunch of hair accesories. A gold headband, a gold claw clip and some scrunchies of various colours. You furrow your brows at him and he ecplains himself by taking the headband and carefully guiding it across your hair. “I don’t like how you hide from me. This should make sure that you can’t anymore.” Your cheeks go pink, he noticed.

“Can I ask you a really strange question?” You’re not sure why now you decided to ask the question that’s been forming in your bind. It just slipped out and when he looks at you like that you don’t have much control anymore. “Always.” He smiles, still fixing your hair. “Do I have to call you daddy?”

His hand stops and his eyes meet yours. He forms a slight grin and then pulls your closer by the shoulders. He bends down low and then whispers in your ear. “Only when you want something.”

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nykhunglong · 5 years ago

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𝐊𝐡𝐢 𝐍𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐞̂̃𝐧 𝐃𝐮, 𝐍𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐞̂̃𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚̃𝐢, 𝐇𝐨̂̀ 𝐗𝐮𝐚̂𝐧 𝐇𝐮̛𝐨̛𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐚̀ 𝐇𝐮𝐲𝐞̣̂𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐡 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐧, 𝐗𝐮𝐚̂𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐞̣̂𝐮, 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢̣𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨̛ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Có bài thơ tương truyền là của Shakespeare như sau:

"You say that you love rain, But you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, But you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, But you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, You say that you love me too."

(Có một số nguồn khác lại bảo rằng bài thơ này của Bob Marley, nhưng đính chính lại rằng là của một nhà thơ người Thổ Nhĩ Kỳ tên là Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin)

Trên mạng Đại Việt Cổ Phong, thấy có người phỏng phong cách Hồ Xuân Hương dịch thành:

Chém cha mấy đứa thích trời mưa Mưa xuống che ô, chẳng chịu vừa Năm lần bảy lượt mê trời nắng Lại núp bóng vườn lúc giữa trưa Thích có gió lên, hiu hiu thổi Nhưng rồi khép cửa, chẳng khe thưa Thân này ai nói yêu thương nhớ Chẳng biết thật không, khéo lại lừa!

Còn với Bà Huyện Thanh Quan, sẽ thành:

Ai ước trời mưa hắt bóng tà Mưa về xuống chợ, mở ô ra Bâng khuâng khách trú, mong trời nắng Nắng sáng trời trong, núp bóng nhà Nhớ gió chưa về đưa chút chút Then cài bỏ mặc gió xa xa Dừng thơ ngẫm lại lời non nước Biết có thật không, người với ta?

Sang đến Nguyễn Du, phong cách Truyện Kiều, thơ sẽ được dịch thành:

Trăm năm trong cõi người ta Yêu mưa yêu nắng khéo là dễ quên Núp tán dâu lúc nắng lên Che ô mưa xuống mà thê thảm lòng Lạ gì kẻ thích gió đông Những là quen thói gió lồng cài then Thơ tình lần giở trước đèn Liệu chàng còn nhớ thề nguyền ngày xưa?

Với Trương Hán Siêu, theo phong cách Bạch Đằng Giang Phú:

Khách thường nói: Mưa rơi là hạt ngọc trời, Nắng thời soi tỏ lòng người yêu đương. Gió kia dịu mát càng thương, Mang theo mùi cỏ ngát hương khắp trời. Khách đi: Che hạt ngọc trời, che nghiêng bóng mát, trốn ngày nắng to. Thường khi đóng cửa tránh cho, Ngày gió thổi đến, ngày lo gió nhiều. Khách về: Đừng nói thương yêu, Khuê phòng dù lạnh lòng không muốn chào.

Nguyễn Trãi dịch (Bảo Kính Cảnh Giới - bài 43):

Rồi hóng mưa thuở ngày trường, Lọng tía đùn đùn tán rợp trương. Vọng nhật lâu còn tràn thức đỏ, Hoàng đàn hiên đã tịn ánh dương. Lao xao gió hát thương trong dạ Vội vã rèm buông tránh tà phong. Lẽ có ái nương cầu một tiếng, Thê thiếp đủ khắp đòi phương.

Xuân Diệu dịch:

Có một dạo, em thèm cơn mưa quá, Hạt rơi là, em vội lấy ô sang "Em những mong, có một chút nắng vàng!" Vầng dương lên, em dịu dàng nấp bóng Em thủ thỉ: "Ước gì... con gió lộng..." Cơn mùa về, bên cửa đóng, xoa tay Anh mỉm cười, nhưng bỗng thấy lo ngay Vì anh sợ, lời yêu em cũng thế...

Hàn Mặc Tử dịch:

Sao em không còn yêu mưa nữa? Mà vội xoè ô đợi nắng lên? Nắng lên gắt quá, em không chịu Núp bóng râm che, mặt chữ điền Em thích những ngày mây gió lên Sao đóng cửa rồi then cài then? Lời ai ong bướm sao ngon ngọt Yêu mến thật lòng được mấy phen?

Sang đến Nga, thì Alexander Pushkin - Mặt Trời của thi ca Nga sẽ dịch thành:

"Tôi yêu mưa" có ai từng nói vậy Nhưng mưa rồi mở dù vội che ngay Cũng có khi anh yêu vầng dương rạng Nhưng náu mình trong bóng dưới hàng cây Ai đó nguyện tâm mong đợi gió Gió ghé ngang, anh lại trốn trong phòng Nên tôi sợ khi người yêu tôi đó. Chúa biết rằng người có thật lòng không!

Ông Long dịch theo phong cách cô giáo Lam:

Đất nước mình lạ quá phải không anh? Đang nắng thì mưa, che ô thì hết Nắng chói loá thì kêu rằng rõ mệt Giá bóng râm có phải thích hơn không.

Đất nước mình kỳ quá phải không anh? Ai cũng bảo là yêu gió mát Nhưng mỗi khi gió thổi về bát ngát Lại với tay đóng cửa sổ lại ngay.

Đất nước mình lo quá phải không anh? Ai cũng bảo là yêu nhau tha thiết Nhưng nói thế, tức là em cũng biết Yêu hay là lời chót lưỡi đầu môi?

... Nguồn: Lê Tiên Long/Đại Việt Cổ Phong

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