The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 55

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.

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

can let them back in. Whether I’m making a 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 can survive out here and get

do, plan to search; I can Google on my phone for information and have figured an action plan of sorts already. I just need a little time to put it all into

I shoo the glass away and set about pulling a tank and panties out

a job.” Camilla laughs at the ridiculousness of it. Downing her booze

in my life than this. I need a focus and something to drive me so that I feel like my life is my own.” My head is a mass of thoughts and feelings about everything, and I 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 don’t intend to stay away forever, just long enough to prove to everyone I’m not some hopeless drunk who needs rehab. At the route of

her normally grinning red lips looking decidedly more calculated,

I regard her warily, pulling off my clothes to change into bed wear as Camilla shifts over to the other side to deposit

stubborn minded and more open to 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

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