The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Stop laughing, I really don’t like you right now!” I sulk down the phone, pulling at my shoes on the couch of my apartment and glaring at them before tossing them away, as Arrick kills himself laughing down the other end of the line.

“Baby? I’m sorry…” He bursts into another hysterical fit and I literally feel my temper rising. I am seriously not a happy camper with him right now, and what started as minor insult has escalated because he is an asshole. The biggest type of douche bag known to man and if he were here, I would make him eat my shoe.

“I’m hanging up on you.” I pout, tears welling in my eyes and lip wobbling, stupidly hurt over a stupid text and acting dumb, but I can’t help it. He has this insane ability nowadays to hurt my feelings so much more easily than he ever did.

“Sophie. Come on…. Don’t. I want to talk to you, that’s why I called instead.” He’s still trying to control the giggling fit he’s hit but I am not laughing along. Even if he is half begging me with a little cute endearing tone. Through laughter though!

Asshole!

“You called because I didn’t reply to your little row of hysterical laughing emoji’s when I tried to sext you.” I snap at him. Completely humiliated that my attempt at flirting with him had ended in him creasing himself in laughter and sending me little crying laughing faces as a response.

“You’re cute when your mad. I wish I could see your face right now.” Still laughing, still an asshole. Sometimes I really see the whole ‘hate and love have a fine line between them.’ thing.

“Me too, then you would see how much I am hating on you, and I could kick you in person.” I sulk. Flopping down onto the couch and laying back in a slump, pulling a strand of my hair and twisting.

can’t hate me for laughing at that text… They were progressively getting worse baby. No matter how much I was trying to play along.” Another bout of snorting as he falls to bits again. He really knows how to make a girl feel good.

sue me for not being well versed in Casanova slut chat

you to think about me.” the tears let loose, the tremor to my voice and I sniff a

to you, Sophs. I am going crazy with desperation to get home to you already.” He soothes me softly, all jocularity gone and replaced with the voice who makes me feel

absence, every day making me more emotional and I still have two more days to endure. I never knew it would be so much harder once we crossed from friends to lovers, I used to endure his absences a

naked, or doing anything except looking beautiful in them, baby.

Want to know that I do it for you.” I whisper quietly, complete insecure freak on show and hating that I am turning into one of those needy girls who needs constant reassurance. The distance is driving me crazy already and my head is a mess. All I have obsessed over the past few days is how many times Natasha probably called him or text him without me being there to put him off answering. Now we’re

So stupid I know.

like… All I ever have are X-rated thoughts about you, Sophs. More so since the weekend. I think I have a problem and

phone close, trying to make him burrow inside my head and wrap around me. I hate how much more I miss him since we got together, it’s worse than

much that I am calling you, instead of taking the elevator. I am using the stairs to my next interview so that I can, and hoping they don’t care that I’m pretty late.” He does sound

well. I can picture soft hazel eyes looking calm and clear

few days, I have a lot of love to show you,

working.” I whisper softly, rolling onto my other side and cuddling up to a cushion to picture him against me.