The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 57

I must have fallen asleep quickly as I wake to noise, only half aware of Camilla telling me she is going out and then fall back into oblivion after the door slams shut in the outer living area. I think I drift off again into oblivion because everything becomes confusing and time seems to drift away.

I jump up with the pounding noise coming from what seems to be all around me, disorientated, and immediately terrified; it takes a moment to realize the ‘thud, thud, thud’ is coming from the outer living room, and I’m in semi-darkness.

I get up warily, realizing I must have been out for a while as it’s later in the evening, even though the clock tells me it’s still well before midnight. I venture into the open plan area slowly and fearfully; aware someone is pounding on the apartment door and I sigh with relief and trudge towards it casually.

“I’m coming, keep your hair on!” I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself.

Camilla’s delivery no doubt.

Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel.

Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh.

my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch

the door wider, knocking me back into the apartment and storms in,

fuck is this?” He snaps at me, okay more like majorly yells in my face. I’m so taken aback, that I inhale sharply, wounded child

the Livingroom. Realizing where his gaze has landed, I immediately turn to make a fast move for the bedroom

so I’m pulled to

here. His short-cropped hair is messily cute, but his face is raw rage that I have only ever seen on him mid arena fight, and crazily intimidating. My heart threatens to break out of my chest, but I won’t yield to him like this. I haven’t got it in me to

you? Why the hell do you think it’s acceptable to up and run anytime something annoys you? It’s immature as fuck!” He pulls me up against his large height and strong chest, and I instantly feel feeble and weak, fear flowing through me that in this mode, I have no power against him at all.

way he’s eating into my soul with that penetrative death glare. Trying to bring calm to my jellified legs and trembling

He’s seething, gritting teeth, and a tone he never uses on anyone. I lose the last dredges of my bravado and instead slowly turn into a puddle of Jell-O, every limb shaking and unsure how to deal

I’m not going back. You can’t make me.” I sound childish and churlish, voice weak, and feeble, tears prickling my eyes, but still that stubborn

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