The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Serves you right,” he mumbles under his breath, lifting brows and grinning at me. He looks back over his shoulder to see she hasn’t heard and gets back to downing his food like a starved dog. I wonder if he’s perfected the art of wolfing it down, so he doesn’t taste it.

“Here, drink slowly. Do you need me to pat your back?” Natasha appears at the side of me, flapping around me and sliding my glass in front of my face as though she really thinks she needs to manually make me drink it. I take it from her with a weird squint her way.

Yeah, calm yourself, Mom.

“Sure I can drink this just fine; it’s passed anyway; must have just gone down the wrong way.” I fake smile brightly and clear my throat, already feeling his judgy eyes on me in case I offend his stupid woman again and picking up on my sarcastic tone, even when veiled in super sweetness.

“She’s fine Tasha, sit and eat. You came over and cooked all this. At least sit and eat with us.” Arrick beams her way warmly, her face at once softening from maternal hen squawking around me to smitten doe eyes that make me want to gag. She can never conceal that bleurgh over the top adoration she has for him, and honestly, it’s kind of pathetic.

“No really, I told you I ate before coming over. You two enjoy while I clean up. I just didn’t want you leaving with an empty stomach for such a long drive.” She leans down kissing him on the cheek in a weirdly juvenile way before scurrying back to her domain, no doubt to shine the pots and steam the chrome cooker. I swear that chick could be in a Febreze ad.

heard of a twenty-four-hour

a little subtle reminder that he wants me to play nice and behave

mouth at him silently, scowling when he only grins

he answers back under his breath and carries on eating. This time I catch a flicker of a grimace when he

knows I think her cooking is shit. Right now,

that’s meant to translate to ‘I just can’t.’ Arrick frowns at me, He’s almost done with his food. He glances over his shoulder to see Natasha engrossed in looking under the sink for something, and

me’ look and then digs into the food easily, obviously used to it, and has probably built up a stomach of steel and fire to deal with it. I know he can eat way more than these two portions of a normal meal, so maybe he should actually be thanking me that he’s

get going. Because now he has to stop and find me something to actually eat before we head to Amber’s

then know I tried to warn you, to save you,” I whisper at him

strung up.” Arrick tries so hard to be quiet and grimaces like he’s ready to throw the plate at

attention to her, guilt from him and deadpan from me. Arrick, at least, has the good grace to cover before