The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

I walk into the elevator with my chaperone and slump back against the cold steel interior, heart thumping through my chest at how Arry is going to react. Pretty sure he’s going to be crazy mad at me for this one, another stupid and dangerous situation, even though it wasn’t my fault at all. I know he’s going to yell at me, off the charts explode, and well, after last night he probably still doesn’t like me very much.

My heart’s pounding through my chest, nerves eating away at me as we wait in silence to get to his floor. Whoever buzzed us in on the other end wasn’t him, some male voice I don’t recognize, so knowing he isn’t alone makes this even more stressful. Last thing I need is a bunch of witnesses while my boyfriend tears me a new one and probably dumps my ass spectacularly. I mean why the hell would he keep wanting to do this, after last right and now this? Getting him dragged into some crazy unbelievable bullshit. He’s right, I’m toxic and I attract all sorts of trouble. I’m a mess and I’m screwing up his life.

He’s better off without me.

When the doors slide open I’m faced with two men standing casually on guard, both identically suited and booted and looking very Mafia’esque. I half smile their way nervously, getting nods in return and glance around expecting to see Arrick. They are completely out of place in his apartment and I’m aware that my driver follows me inside. There doesn’t seem to be any sign of Arrick at all.

“I think they were on the veranda.” One man nods to me and I sigh, smiling a thanks as I leave them to it and wander towards the back of his apartment apprehensively, on almost tip toes because I’m so consumed with nerves. My heart starts thudding through my stomach and I begin to physically shake.

I have literally no idea how he’s going to react at all and I’m tense with nerves, I think I may throw up. I’m hot and unwell from the sheer stress of the last twelve hours and I’m pretty sure I may pass out before the hour is done. All my strength saps away and I’m left feeling weak and shaky as I tentatively proceed.

I can see from here the doors are open but voices coming from his study pull my attention in there instead. I pause as I catch sight of Jake and Arrick in the open doored study, in view from where I am, yet neither looking my way, so they don’t see me at all.

Jake has his hands on Arry’s shoulders, standing facing, but Arrick has his own hands in his hair, clutching the shortness as though he is on the verge of pulling it out, head tipped down and almost leaning the top of it into his brother’s chest; posture looking completely rumpled and loose. They don’t see me approaching, but I’m glued to how much he looks so unlike his normally calm and composed self.

Jake is practically holding him up and he is so slumped it’s like he has no life in him, his form screams of pain. It brings back the wave of heart wrenching tears, and they fill my eyes instantly.

“She’ll be okay, Alexi won’t let anything happen to her. You know he’ll fix this and get her out safely.” Jake sounds ravaged too, tears in his eyes fully trained on the top of his brother’s head while Arrick seems inconsolable. His voice broken when he responds quietly, and it only wounds me to my core.

“I left her…. I left my baby girl out there alone, Jake, hurt and crying. Like an asshole. I left her… I said such cruel shit to her that I didn’t even mean…. I was pissed and lashing out, so stupid, so fucking wrong. All I keep seeing is her face, begging me not to leave her and it’s ripping my insides out. I left her, I said I would never. I hurt her, again… This is because of me if I stayed, or kept her with me, then…. if anything happens to her…..I can’t forgive myself for this.” His voice is like the night he took me to the garden after Leila’s party, wrecked and torn, obviously overcome with emotion. Broken like he was when he got on his knees to stop me from leaving.

He sounds alien and my throat catches with so much raw emotion it chokes me, and I can’t call out. Edging further towards them while holding back tears at how much pain my boy is in, because of me. I made him like this, and I can’t control how much it hurts me, ripping my insides out as I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my sob.

“You didn’t know this would happen. You can’t think that way, you have to tell yourself she’s going to be okay. It was a fight, nothing more Arry…. You’ll see her again and you’ll fix things.” I walk towards them, hoping to catch their attention, unable to say anything, emotion rendering my throat mute, and strangling me. I hate that he thinks this is his fault. It crushes my insides with so much guilt because it’s not.

I would never leave her again, and I fucking did. I deserve to lose her, for doing that to her again. She has no idea how much I love her and wouldn’t be able to live without her. If they do anything to her. I’ll kill every fucking one of them with my bare hands.” He breaks and

the relief flushes through his face instantly. I almost see him visibly

himself that I am real. I have never seen him in so much pain, and it breaks what’s left of me as he comes at me fast and I can’t control the tears anymore.

flood of tears as he crosses toward me at speed and scoops me into his arms so fast I can’t react. He wraps himself around me so tightly, burying his head in my neck like I’m being held in confines and having the life squeezed out of me. He hauls me up to his chest and completely cocoons me with a palm cradling the

Arrick almost crushes me with need, finally in the

to this. I can feel the wetness from his tears on my skin as his face comes to my cheek, pushing himself against me with ragged

sorry.” He gasps between quick inhales, crushing me a little so much, that I’m finding it hard to breathe, but I don’t protest. His hands cup my face as he pulls me hard against his mouth, kissing my cheek and eye and jaw clumsily, planting lips anywhere that comes in contact and showering me with heartfelt adoration of a crazy person. He lets go to slide me to my own feet to wrap his arms back around me again and squeezes me doubly tight, almost winding

you back with them and can’t control how it feels. I don’t mind the bone cracking, as long as he doesn’t hate me anymore.

tears and cling on desperately, every part of me cocooned in the one safe place I never want to leave ever

push his forehead against mine, not caring that he’s stifling tears, his voice broken and trembling, and I find comfort in it. Knowing that I mean this much to him, that he loves me this much; even when I’ve been awful

mingling as he locks lips with me and makes it clear that he has been going out of his mind over me. It’s not a sensual or even a graceful kiss, more a pushed on me, forced, ‘I am so relieved to have you back’, sort of kiss. Every part of his face squished to mine and his arms makes their way back around me to squeeze the life out of me once more. This time

relinquishes his hold enough for Jake to slide me out of his arms a little reluctantly, grabbing my hand and locking fingers even though I’m only

me on the forehead as he lets me go, less crushingly so and using his sleeve to wipe his own eyes which are leaking a little manly moisture too. Seems I

reduce big tough

me once more, guiding me back to his circle of proximity and litters my skin with small kisses as he goes.

and I nod, feeling surreal, like I’m no longer awake

popped up and I wasn’t scared anymore. Seems you lot are a force to be reckoned with.” I sigh and shrug and am recaptured by Arrick pulling me into every inch of his body, so his face is against my cheek and wraps

scowling to that age old Carrero glare. Anger spiking that someone dared to hurt me. Instant fire and rage hitting his expression hard and I pull it free quickly and caress his face

somewhere in relief and disbelief that this has even been my day so far. No pain from my hand anymore and I guess because I am still high on adrenalin and know I will crash later. I’m dreading the later if

seriousness of the last few hours and both stare at me with so many mixed emotions. Jake is a little more relaxed while Arrick still looks like he might

any of that; after the night in the club, we never really talked about how it came to be, and we never brought it up after we found each other again. I guess two of us have some explaining to do and maybe I am being harsh on the Miami thing. Now I’m sober and clear headed I can see why he didn’t want to tell me. It still hurts that he kept a secret, but now I can understand why,

am a jealous irrational psycho after

loose. He keeps squeezing me and kissing any part of my face or head he gets near. Repeatedly checking that I’m okay by smoothing his hands and eyes over me, assessing, checking obsessively. It