The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 188

“You are fucking impossible!!!” Leila yells at me across the table and I yell straight back in complete unveiled rage.

“I’m not wearing a fucking purple wedding dress; the dress is not down to you to pick. What the hell were you thinking?” I throw her booklet at her and it bounces off the coffee table and lands on the floor dramatically.

“Hey, hey, come on.” Arrick tries to intervene, sitting me back down on the couch and I glare at her hatefully. Fury fueling me, even as he kneels down in front of me and tries to calm that wild inner beast, she has erupting all over.

Leila flew in two days ago to rush through the prep for this wedding and in Arrick’s absence as he has been seeing his dad and getting his shit back to Carrero Corp, I have been stuck with my controlling sister planning my life in the worst kind of way.

Yeah, I am back in full diva mode for sure, only this time she knows her place is not to stand against Arrick. Doesn’t mean I can’t throw her at obnoxious sisters who are driving me to the brink of insanity.

“Tell her she can’t choose my dress! I’m a fucking designer! I’ll be making my own.” I spit at her over his shoulder as he takes both my hands. He has only been home ten seconds and walked into world war three after a day of nonstop bickering. I am up to my limit with my bossy sister and her stupid box of wedding plans, she’s been accumulating. My blood pressure is through the roof and pretty sure he saved us from extreme violence aimed both ways.

“It’s an alexander McQueen design, that he is offering you for free, Sophie. This wedding is circulating around the social grapevine. This is huge.” She throws back at me, but my eyes widen in rage.

“And that’s another fucking thing!” I erupt as I jump to my feet almost knocking him on his ass. Fury unleashed and that little fiery me who has been absent of late is in full throttle. “Which part of quiet and non-flashy did you not understand, Leila? There was to be no media, no god damn celebrity show ups. Family, friends… Small!” I throw her samples at her, for the linens and Arry is back in front of me trying to cage my lash out expertly. He knows I am about an inch away from an all-out blow out at her. He takes my hands and pulls me against him, circling an arm around my waist and cups my face while entangling his fingers in my hair, pulling me to look at him so he can diffuse my temper.

she paces angrily, catching her with a long slow frown that translates a lot to her so

was nerves and shyness on Sophs part. Jeeze.” Leila slumps into the armchair and throws her binder on the table haughtily. Arrick is one of the few people she gives in to from

in after thought and I stick my tongue out in response. Getting myself free of

my hip and catch Arrick smiling at me. That hint of his weirdness peeking out whenever I go full on warrior mode. He has this strange pride thing about me standing up to, well anyone, and he’s probably admiring it

very strange

problem as we are converting the Carrero house and gardens and have the food and evening entertainment sorted out already. I need all your decisions on every single sample I have left. I’m going home tonight as I have a meeting with the local church tomorrow, so I need the reply as soon as possible, Arry. Talk sense into my sister, she’s

to

heavily before flexing her arms at me to gesture I should get a hug even if I am

yell after her and get

she turns in the opening doors of the elevator and I gesture her with a middle finger. He waves her out of sight and then turns to

lump that catches inside of me sobers the bad mood Leila created in me and I walk forward

him is not as hard as I thought it would be. He doesn’t require much really. A cuddle, a kiss, a loving caress and

in moments like this and it’s enough to hold onto one another for a while until the worst passes.

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