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.

with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed,

he shoves the door wider, knocking me back into the apartment and storms

majorly yells in my face. I’m so taken aback, that I inhale sharply, wounded child making

that is slightly transparent, and lace panties that are meant more for seduction than walking around the Livingroom. Realizing where his gaze has landed, I immediately turn to make a

me back harshly, so I’m pulled to within an inch of his

clothes, he’s in sweats a hoody, and sneakers, as though he’s been running or fight training before coming 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

What the fuck is wrong with 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

you even find me here?” Is the only thing I can whisper, averting my eyes to stop the way he’s eating into my soul with that

I’m taking you home. Right now! You have no fucking choice!” 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

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 bottom lip

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