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.

and heart dropping lurch when faced

anything before he shoves the door wider, knocking me back into the apartment and storms in, turning on me with so much fury on that normally calm face, that I’m

that I inhale sharply, wounded child making an appearance and unable to react except stare back with

his gaze has landed,

back harshly, so I’m pulled to within an inch of his bristling body, igniting my inner rage

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,

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. I have never seen him like this, and he’s scaring me. All

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

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 sound childish and churlish, voice weak, and feeble, tears prickling my eyes, but still that

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