The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Paris is as wet and grey as New York had been, although somehow it feels worse because the eternal grey cloud that always shadows me here, hits as soon as we emerge from our plane. Arry holds my hand and doesn’t let go; always there, always holding me up and back in our apartment we waste no time in doing a walk through to argue over what we are sending back home.

In the morning he’s coming with me to school; he called them as soon as we got home and arranged a meeting with the head of department … Mr. Carrero. in full business mode, ready to take my tutor head on in legal ways, even though his first instinct is to hunt him down and beat the shit out of him. I am not convinced he still won’t once he is face to face with him. He has that air of fighter on and I know it won’t let up until he gets this matter in hand.

I’m uptight, anxious, and crazily nauseous again. I got over it after that scare with Amanda but since he proposed I seem to keep getting waves of nausea and I assume it’s stress relating to the unfinished business we have here. I want to get back to normal and be done with this. I’m tired of feeling tired and sick.

“You look beautiful” Arry pulls me out of my own head as I stand brushing out my hair in the mirror, it’s almost down my back now and I resemble more of the girl I used to be before we started dating. He comes behind me and kisses me on the back of the head, making me smile back at him from the reflection.

“You always know what to say.”

“If I didn’t by now then I would be a pretty shitty fiancée. You do though… Stunning as always. I can’t believe sometimes that I get to call you mine.” That cute boy smile, dimples on show and I’m utterly melted.

Funny, how that’s exactly what I think about him sometimes.

“Oh, here by the way.” Arrick holds a silver wrapped package up behind me so I can see it in the reflection, and I recognize it as the box Christian delivered. Seems he must have found it where I abandoned it and I smile at him a little guiltily. He looks hopeful that maybe this time I will be more into opening it.

“You cannot win me over from bad behavior with sparkly gifts!” I tut playfully but he holds it over my shoulder and urges me to take it. The look on his face tugging at my heartstrings and I cave.

“I think once you open it then maybe you won’t mean that.” He looks a little too self-assured for a second, but I take it from him with a narrowed gaze and turn to walk to the bed to lay it down. Giving it a childish shake and trying to work out by its little bit of weight what it could be. Arry watches me silently, an unreadable expression as I take my time to drag it out to torture him.

It doesn’t take long to break into the professionally wrapped box, despite being anally careful to wind him up and when I pull off the lid, I am met with a box full of shredded tissue paper. I glance up at him, fully expectant of another stuffed unicorn, but they never come with padding. He has diverted from his default gift setting this time and I wonder if the risky move was out of desperation for an extra huge fuck up.

“Stop stalling and start digging, Princess.” Arrick is over the other side of the bed now, sliding onto it so he’s behind the box and lies flat out to prop his hands behind his head to watch me. His manner seems a little too confident in this and I watch him warily for a moment, before sticking my hand in to feel underneath the paper layer and touch something cold and solid, and a bit rough.

I pull back a little surprised as his normal go to gifts are usually fluffy and soft. Intrigued now, I Lift the paper out for a different approach and uncover what looks like the top of a pair of shoes, peeking out of the overzealous amount of pink tissue strands.

Moving more pink shreds, my heart literally leaps and does a little somersault as I realize it’s the shoes I told him I wanted for my birthday. I know he had these bookmarked on his laptop because I sent him about forty links, so he wouldn’t get them wrong.

I pull out the pastel glittered stilettos with a squeal and curse myself for not opening these before going back to New York. They are beautiful designer shoes in a classic style but with a unicorn themed twist, I flip one over and see the emblazoned designer name and the little unicorn image underneath and hug it close to my chest.

“Arry, I think I love you.” I blurt out happily, bubbling with giddiness and haul the other shoe out to start trying them on; flipping off my pumps and plonking down on the edge of the bed to slide my feet into them.

“I should hope so… Otherwise I might be concerned.” He laughs, watching me in my element as I prance up and start doing the walk of pride in circles around the room, lifting my heels to admire my sparkly new shoes and posing in front of our full-length mirror.

away with these as wedding shoes?” I flash a smile at him, and that grin turns to a frown almost instantly. The look

and such, but please… Can we not have a pastel unicorn wedding? I really don’t think I would ever live it down among all my cousins or recover in any way.” He looks genuinely afraid

pull the mock hurt ‘how could you?’ face and flutter sad eyes his way rather expertly. I really cannot tell if he thinks I am serious or not. I really don’t want

the appropriate response that won’t upset me, and I can’t hold onto my evil act any longer. He

the box out of the way so I can curl up against his awaiting arms and lift

so I end up on top of him, chest to chest with a yelp. I’m rewarded with

shoes. I love them.” I kiss him on the nose sweetly

shoes… Yet not me?” He’s being playful, still angling for forgiveness in ways and I eyeroll at him. He doesn’t get off the hook that easy, even if he

cheekily and Arrick slaps my butt, making me jump before slapping him back softly in the peck

Guess that says it all.” The way he says it hints at the stress he is having with his father right now and I sink down to prop my chin on my hand on top of his chest. It

cloud to greener, that sexy jawline tenses a little and I know he has been shielding me from the extent of the fight

and over-thinking. I know better than to be phased over this act anymore; he is his most cool and unaffected when he’s

nudge him in the stomach and that at least gets a smile. He picks up my hand and pulls it to his face, rubbing my fingertips gently over his smooth jaw. Still a lover of a close shave. I watch

messages. He’s sulking. Jake’s in the middle and he agrees with my dad

out then frown apologetically when he narrows

I’m not doing it anymore.” He

is different. This isn’t like

scared me … To see how easily I could destroy you. How something I do can hurt the one person I love more than life in the worst kind of way. I was neglecting you and

stupid, even I knew deep down you would never. I was tired and emotional and feeling low. Stop doing this to yourself. Stop

feel any different. Carrero Corp is taking over everything

in both my hands and pull his nose to mine. Stern toned and stubborn kicking in. Sometimes he

with a decision anyway? You’re doing it now! I’m telling you that this is

He tries to cut me

with what you think is best for me and forget that maybe I get to have a say in what’s best

with my resistance to get on the same page as him

I’m doing.” Tight lipped and

hurting your relationship with your dad to save

and

dad will come around. He won’t freeze me out forever over something like this. Jake

come off is when his own brain realizes his decision is dumb. I don’t want to fight; I