The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

It has the same rich kid décor as most of my ex friend’s places, and the upside is the closeness to the nightlife and the bustling stores. Even though I told myself I wouldn’t be like before, I still want to be somewhere that gives me a choice, near the buzz of New York’s constant energy should I feel like going out sometime.

“Who owns this place, anyway?” I nosey at the bedrooms, smiling when Camilla tells me to pick one. I wander into the most feminine and chuck my backpack on the bed haphazardly, eyeing up its clean décor and the hints that this is a male’s place. It reeks of bachelor pad rather than a couple, or even a woman.

“Just some guy I sometimes fuck. He’s very generous with his houses.” She winks at me and wanders in to flop on the bed in front of me, carrying two glasses and a bottle of wine. “Celebratory tipple?” She waves it my way, but I only shake my head. Sighing heavily.

“I’m still recovering from whatever rocket fuel you poured down my throat last night.” It isn’t just the hangover, something in my gut tells me Camilla did something to my drink last night and I can’t shake it. I know she will deny it if I ask, and I just cannot be bothered with any drama. I’m exhausted, still hungover and in need of some rest. The journey was cramped, noisy, and the creep watching me across the aisle on the whole trip made me uptight and tense. I sat with my bag in my lap, aware of his eyes on me.

“Come on, Sophs, don’t be a spoilsport. You can’t bunk with me and not enjoy the occasional booze fest. What’s the point of being young, beautiful, and loaded if we can’t have some fun?” She sits up, placing the glasses on the nightstand while fighting with the cork, screaming in delight when it pops off and wine spills everywhere.

to relax for one night and stop stressing about how my family are right this second. I know, without a doubt they’ll have realized I’m gone by now, and the guilt is tearing me up inside. I have major regrets at how I reacted, nothing I can do about it now though, and I just need to make the best out of the

huge mistake, it’s something I have to do on my own, and prove to them I can be trusted. If I am to avoid being locked up in rehab hell, I have to show them I

my phone for information and have figured an action plan of sorts already. I just need a little time to put it all into action before I grovel with my tail between

ground rules here. I’m trying to get my act together, Cam, and that means no booze, not for a while anyway. I have stuff that I intend to sort out, and I want to start looking for a job or something, to support myself when I get my shit together.” I shoo the glass away and set about pulling a tank and panties out to wear to bed, even though it’s early I intend to get in and just stay there. I have so much more reading to do on a fashion school I know is located in New York, about entry requirements if I get brave enough to fire up

ridiculousness of it. Downing her booze and making a mess with

realize I have to make some changes. I’m not a kid anymore, and if I want them all to see it, I need to stop acting like one. I maybe did a really stupid and immature thing by running off again, but I

her normally grinning red lips looking decidedly more

warily, pulling off my clothes to change into bed wear

my gentle persuasions. We’ll talk over dinner and drinks tomorrow night at my favorite little hangout.” Camilla gets up to move, flashing a look that I don’t understand at all. It gives me an odd feeling, but I push it