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.

this is all fixable. We still have eleven days, baby.” Arrick turns and makes a face at Leila as she paces angrily, catching her

little. I just thought it was nerves and shyness on Sophs part. Jeeze.” Leila slumps into the armchair and throws her

days, just saying.” She throws at me in after thought and I stick

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

very strange

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 impossible sometimes.” Leila gets up and grabs her bag among the mess we

to know

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

hurry back.” I yell after her and get a bird extended backwards

and I gesture her with a middle finger. He waves her out of sight and then turns to me with a weird look. Pushing

looks odd for a moment and the lump that catches inside of me sobers the bad mood Leila created in me and I walk forward into his arms for a hug. Leaning my head against his chest

a wobble. A hug can cure so much. This being there for him is not as hard as I thought it would be. He doesn’t require

what we’re thinking in moments like this and it’s enough to hold onto one another for a

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