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.

of fighting and lashing out at an attacker in 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 what happened in my moment of zoning out or if I had slept fitfully

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 me more, as if I am a dirty little secret he is trying to hush up and boss around like he has

can go fuck

disgust and look him up and down as though I am seeing him for the first time and don’t like what stands before me. Rage and broken ache

and here he is soothing down the phone

have to get the hell away from him before I literally stab him with something in the face. If I could find my

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

them

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

start to my day, coupled with what happened upstairs. Everything sinks to my toes and that big slap of “he did

yet no longer guilt at seeing her. I’m too empty inside to feel anything except that

Good riddance to both.

I roll my eyes, realizing she deserves it if she just keeps

me in any

suggests all 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

warm hand latches onto my upper arm and halts me mid-motion. I stumble back, only to be met with another hand grasping my other

Arrick seems to have regained some strength to his voice and sounds more commandeering than remorseful, as 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 to herself

to watch her 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 out and smashing his skull in

door shut to conceal her inside. I’m surprised that she would allow her boyfriend to have a cozy chat with his one-night stand, to

something wrong

except icily hating on him from my frigid pose as he turns me towards him. My impulsive self, defensively poised like a stealth

I need to deal with her, then us. Sophie, this isn’t what you think, just give me a chance to get my head 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

go.” I turn on my heel before he

months, Sophs. Please. Give me half an hour, to deal with her and then I’ll come find you. I meant 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 torturing me this

me that again! Do what you always fucking do … put her above everything and leave me the hell alone, just like you did before. It’s what I expect, I can take it this time. I’m a big fucking girl who knows better than to ever trust you.” I snap turning on him aggressively, not caring if I have stupid tears running down my face. I don’t

an answer without

me storm harder and faster across the street, not caring if everyone and their dog

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

attacker but he catches my hand mid slap and pulls me tight to his body. I realize he has a T-shirt and sneakers on now and looks like he ran here, panting, wild-eyed and a little messy around the edges like he didn’t

you … I always will choose you. I have always chosen you, Sophie. It wasn’t a case of not wanting you, it was a case of trying to do the right thing for everyone involved. I will always run after you, no matter what, I won’t ever make that mistake again.” He looks devastated, a little out of breath and

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255