The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Natasha is coming over to make us breakfast,” he states flatly and continues texting. Her, I guess. Who else would have him homed in on his phone like a reject and ignoring my sparkling company?

“Why?” I pout, that inner annoyance creeping up like it always does when she’s involved. I like this new ‘No Natasha’ atmosphere and having him all to myself for once.

“Because she won’t see me for a few days while I take you home, she never saw me last night at all, and she wants to check on you. Make sure you’re okay, and because she’s sweet and this is something she wants to do.” Arrick answers me with that edgy tone. The one which screams ‘Yes I know you dislike my girlfriend, live with it’. He carries on with whatever he’s typing, speed tapping like a pro.

I roll my eyes and pull the smoothie towards me. Biting down the urge to say something sarcastic in relation to her and think better of it. He has zero sense of humor when it comes to Miss. Starched Pants. and I have only hostility when it comes to talking about her.

“Well, hope she can cook pancakes because that’s what I want.” I gulp the best smoothie I have had in a long time and exhale dreamily when I get that creamy aftertaste. He put an ice cream scoop or two in, just for me. Despite always moaning at me about how much crap I eat and my lack of healthy diet. He really is the ‘bestest’ best friend ever and right now I can forgive him for his diabolical taste in life partners.

“Yeah, figured you would, so I told her already.” He is still looking at his phone, typing again and I guess Natasha is a speed responder too. I wonder what they could have to talk about if all they are discussing is pancakes and her inevitable little run over here like a good little puppy. I have a complete urge to snoop over his shoulder and see what lame things the queen of boring has to say, but instead, I focus on my smoothie and push at the table with a sock-clad toe.

“What’s the plan for today then?” I nudge his shoulder, annoyed that he’s only half with me and half engrossed in typing. I nudge him again and when he frowns and ignores me, I lift my toe and shove at his foot instead until he sighs and pauses the phone tapping.

“Food … Your place for your stuff … Then a long drive home to see our families.” He squints at me this time, nudges me back with an air of irritation and drops his phone into his lap. Annoyed or not, I still managed to get him to ditch the bitch and give me his full undivided attention mid-text. I know it’s juvenile, but I give myself a mental high five that I still have more sway over him than she does. His phone vibrates but he just shifts it to the couch and lays it face down. I lay my drink down too.

a heck of a lot faster than driving?” I sigh and flop down on my back childishly, not relishing the four-hour journey at all. Even with him for company, it’s crazily long and boring to be sitting in a car all that time with nothing to

your ‘mostest’, ‘bestest’, ‘favoritest’ person ever. Why would you want to shorten the time you spend with me?” He raises joking brows, smiling wickedly, and before I can even defend myself, he shoves his finger in my ear. I react in the way I always do, lashing back and cringing like crazy. Aiming my slaps at his face as he expertly swipes them aside and ends up on top of me in the blink of an eye with that crazy speed of his reflexes. He pins me down under his thighs

move or fight him off, and pretty much unable to struggle at all. He just

though pushing along a typewriter roller and goes “Bing!” while laughing at my curses of outrage. I try to buck and wriggle to

more, trying hard to bounce him up while he continues this torture and I’m met with a wider smile and that mischievous twinkle in his

gazes down

this until I break anyway, and I am too hungover for this

drama before we head out, and I am in no mood for a Tasha-Sophie squabble scene, under any circumstances. She puts up with a

from side to side in futility, desperate to be free as the overwhelming rage of my claustrophobic mind starts to rise up. He knows I hate being pinned down, uses it to his advantage in every way whenever he wants something. He’s a mean dickhead sometimes and I

frowns at me and I eye roll back at

sake.” I can barely breathe with the weight

pats my