The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 105

A loud buzzing noise rouses me from the hazy darkness when I realize I am in a bed that’s not mine, a familiar arm tossed casually across my waist and sheets pulled up over me to my chin. Confused and disorientated, I blink my eyes open, blurriness clouding my instinct to be concerned and begin looking for the god-awful noise with a groan.

Arrick groans next to me, reaching out to smack a nearby alarm clock and sends it crashing to the ground, except the noise perseveres and the next thing to meet hard floor is his cell as he swipes it off into the room, bringing silence once more.

I sigh, a moment of relief, followed by the sudden realization that I am in bed with him, his bed, in his old room at his parents” house, and completely naked. Filtering through snippets of being kissed, undressed and “oh, my God” he had his tongue on my …

I woosh awake fully, in utter shock, eyes snapping open properly as I turn my head to get a complete eyeful of toned and tattooed shoulder concealing half of his face, which is very still. His eyes still closed, despite killing the clock and his cell. He sighs heavily, shifts his head so he faces away and tenses his arm across my waist after a moment, as though suddenly realizing he has someone in bed with him.

Touché.

I pause, holding my breath as last night filters through my sleep-addled and still drunk brain. That immediate pang of anxiety at the memories I conjure up and knowing this is going to be awkward as hell. It seems he too has suddenly been reminded as his hand tenses again across me and he lifts his head suddenly, turning my way and blinking as he gets his bearings, looking half asleep and still drunk too. His hazy eyes focus on me, looking very hazel this morning and his face crumbles to a frown.

“Fuck!” He mutters under his breath in alarm, drops his face back down into his pillow, pulling in his arms to cradle his face and lets out a frustrated moan. He scoots across the bed and starts fishing down the side for what I guess is the cell he launched a moment ago. It’s like being sucker-punched in the heart and I react as though he has done just that.

“Gee, thanks for that.” I snap, despite the room still spinning, I throw back the sheets and jump out of bed angrily. Slamming around to find my discarded dress and underwear which was thrown around the room in last night’s crazy entrance. A combination of rage, hurt and complete fucking disappointment in myself for ever believing in him again, has me stamping my feet and acting like a psycho fueled with rage.

“Sophie, I didn’t mean it like that.” He croaks, pulling himself up to turn, seeing me naked and storming around the room, he looks away again with another moan.

“Jesus, Sophie, cover up for God’s sake, I can barely function as it is and that isn’t going to help me in the slightest.” He groans louder, dropping his face back down on the pillow and grappling with the sheets to try and wrap around his nakedness, using his face as a lever while he lifts his torso to pull it around himself.

“Fuck you! Weren’t complaining when you got me naked last night!” I snap again, a flicker of memory coming back at me, but still a little elusive. This time tears stinging in the back of my eyes and emotion threatening to choke me. Consumed with an agony that feels like glass shards tearing through my soul. I feel so fucking dumb. I should have known that last night was too good to be true, and here we are, back to square one and I’m waiting on him telling me it was all just another mistake.

I search for my panties but cannot locate them, giving up and continuing with my dress, sliding it over my head hastily, concealing my body. Arrick manages to haul himself up, wrapping the sheets fully like a toga around his waist before turning my way once more, a look of relief that this time I am dressed as I still search for my bag and shoes.

Where the hell are my fucking shoes?

“I didn’t mean it like that, this is …” He is cut off by the shrill tone of his phone ringing again and he curses under his breath, face a picture of complete bewilderment and looking around until he finds his cell on the floor under the edge of the bed. He reject buttons whoever is calling as I locate my bag by the door and find my bra under his side unit, stuffing it in my bag roughly. Glaring at him angrily, feeling stupid that I even woke up here with him, after telling myself I would never let him close to me again.

I feel like such a fucking idiot.

He moves as if to say something, but his phone bursts into life once more, whoever is calling is persistent and obviously desperate to get hold of him. He sighs, looking down at the screen in his hand and then back at me with an imploring look. He hesitates, does a double-take from cell to me and then looks like he may cry while I keep glaring at him as though I detest every single tiny part of him.

“I need to answer this. Please, just wait, gimme a second … it’s Natasha.” His voice drops dramatically and I almost bawl, right there, in that second, as it confirms my worst fear. Natasha is still a factor, and nothing has changed except disastrous drunken sex that he clearly regrets. If we can even call what happened that.

the dark and found myself encased in arms and legs as he was trying to calm me more than once. I don’t know how much was a dream and how much was

the door, turning to say something scathing in departing, and pause as he holds out a palm, miming for me to wait and be quiet and I realize he is already on the phone. It only angers

can go

in utter disgust and look him up and down as though I am seeing him for the first time and

is soothing down the phone

and probably look a fright, I have to get the hell away from him before I literally

front door, I flinch at him calling my name, impulsively looking up despite myself and cursing at it, as he comes after me hauling on jeans, concealing his nakedness. Making a bad attempt at trying to button them up while rushing my way. He is still barefoot and topless as I reach for the front door handle and pull it toward me, angrily scowling at him with a serious “fuck off” glare. Hating the very ground he walks on and dragging the heaviest pit of pain with me as I go. There is nothing he can say anymore; I fell for it once but never again. He turned out to be a lying scumbag just like the rest of them and I learned a valuable lesson when it comes to

of them are

his face but I frown at him and ignore anything he asks of me anymore. I turn as sunshine hits my eyes with the sweep of the opening door and make to walk out, stopping dead in my tracks. I come face to face with one very shell-shocked and morning fresh Natasha at the other side of the door, almost like being instantly punched in as I reel back slightly with a gasp and a heart lurch. The last person I was expecting to see

to my day, coupled with what happened upstairs. Everything sinks to my toes and that

from me to her with utter silence. The wide-eyed devastation on Natasha’s face as she looks from me to Arrick in obvious stages of undress and parting ways the morning after. I’m numb, unable to formulate words and stand dumbstruck, a serious sense of déjà vu and yet no longer guilt at seeing her. I’m too empty inside to feel anything except that hard thumping ache that started

Good riddance to both.

I roll my eyes, realizing she deserves it if she just keeps taking him back, like a weak woman who would

not me

blood has dropped to his toes. I push him back with a flat palm on his hard-muscular chest, slide between the two of them at the open door and make to leave with barely a care

onto the first cold concrete step as a warm hand latches onto my upper arm and halts me mid-motion. I stumble back,

he pushes me further outside to the next step effortlessly and follows me out as the other girl walks in; avoiding my face and crying silently

as she gazes back with a tear flooded face. I stand my ground, crossing my arms defiantly and tapping my foot while trying to control the demon in me from flipping

the kitchen door behind her, watching as she turns to look that way and pulls the door shut to conceal her inside. I’m

something wrong

grasping one of my arms tightly even though I have stopped doing anything except icily hating on him from my frigid pose as he turns me towards him. My impulsive self, defensively poised like a stealth ninja, my arms across my chest and I lift my chin defiantly to

straight. I am still so fucking drunk, and this is like a punch in the face to wake up to.” He’s trying to pull me close to him, to bring my face to his with gentle fingers cupping it, but I shove him off, his hands dropping when faced with an angry fireball version of me. Even Arrick knows when to leave alone and I’m guessing the blood-curdling look of rage on my face is more than a threat. I glare at

go.” I turn on my heel before he can reach for me again, knowing how close to breaking down I am,

everything I said last night.” I stand rigidly, body paused as his words filter through, unable to formulate a reply as every emotion under the sun courses through me. I won’t fall apart; I won’t let him keep

girl who knows better than to ever trust you.” I snap turning on him aggressively, not caring if

got an answer

storm harder and faster across the street, not caring if everyone and their dog can see me doing the walk of shame. I want to go home and strip him from

still drunk, feeling rough as hell and the tears begin flowing freely again despite myself. Body aching and tingling all over because I cannot get the feel of him from all over me. I hate him so that it hurts

in fright, too stunned to react and I am spun to face Arrick right behind me as I hit my parents drive. Lashing out to take down my attacker but he catches my hand mid slap

always run after you, no matter what, I won’t ever make that mistake again.” He looks devastated, a little out of breath and seriously afraid, but I let my anger explode at him. So sure he can win me round with fast words and a shitty half reason as to her being here like I am as pathetic as

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