The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers) Chapter 129

“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.



“You 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. He was the one who started the sexy talk, sending me extremely X-rated
messages to get things heated and them seemingly fell to hysterics the more I tried to keep up with
him.

So, sue me for not being well versed in Casanova slut chat and being able to schmooze with an ex sex
addict.

“Shoot me for being shit at talking dirty…. I just wanted you to think about me.” the tears let loose, the
tremor to my voice and I sniff a little. Arrick seems to stop laughing immediately, sensing or hearing the
nosedive in my emotions and knowing when it’s going too far.

“I do think about you, all the time. Every second. You don’t need to send me dirty messages to get me
thinking about coming home 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
better.

“You’re just saying that because I got upset.” I sulk petulantly, feeling like an idiot child, insecurity
peeking up with his 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 lot and now I can’t even go one night without him.

“I would never tell you something I didn’t mean. If you really want to get me crazy hot for you then send
me some selfies, you don’t need to be naked, or doing anything except looking beautiful in them, baby.
You make me want you without trying.” He says genuinely that husky tone and sexy voice lowering a
tad and sending my insides to mush. Smoothing over my hurt pride a little.



“Maybe I want you tell me what you want me to do to you…… 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 moved on after our heart to heart
and it makes me feel pathetic.

So stupid I know.

“You do! I’ll tell you now if you like… All I ever have are X-rated thoughts about you, Sophs. More so
since the weekend. I think I have a problem and literally cannot get my head out of the gutter since
then.” He softens his voice, I can tell he’s smiling and sigh at him.

“Just tell me you love me and miss me… I hate that you’re not here. It’s making me crazy.” I curl up on
my side and hold the 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 hell.

“I love you… Crazily love you. Like, so much that I feel like I may have to retire from the fight scene, so
I can never leave you again…. And I miss you more. Miss you so 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 like he’s walking, I can hear the echo of his voice as though he is
now in a stairwell and smile.

“Keep talking, I might hate you a little bit less.” I smile to myself, some satisfaction that Arry always
knows how to grovel so well. I can picture soft hazel eyes looking calm and clear and the smooth
square jaw with his half smile and cool calm mannerisms. It makes me all warm inside.

“As soon as I get home, I am going to come find you, strip you naked and do things to you that will
make sure you never doubt how much I love you again. Better clear your schedule for a few days, I



have a lot of love to show you, baby. A week is far too long to not be able to touch you.” I can picture
that half smile growing wider, dimples on show and wicked little twinkle in his eyes.

“Hmmmmm…. It’s maybe working.” I whisper softly, rolling onto my other side and cuddling up to a
cushion to picture him against me. Body peeking interest at his slow subtle seduction.

“Don’t doubt that you’re in my head every second, I am taking frequent cold showers, pretty much
every time I hear your voice. I seriously think we should start having phone sex before I self-implode, or
maybe you listen, and I will detail everything I want to do to you.” the soft breathy chuckle and then the
noise of people around him as either he enters somewhere, or people arrive where he is.

“If it ends up the same way sexting you did, then I’m out.” I point out a little sassily but my whole tone
has turned to soft and mushy.

“Maybe I’ll call you when I get back to my room later and we shall see.” He says huskily and I can’t help
the little naughty thought that crosses my mind, knowing he’s about to either leave the stairwell or start
an interview. He has my body glowing, temperature rising and my knees most definitely pressing
together, all with the power of a few loaded words.

“Maybe my hands are already warming me up while you tell me how much you want me.” I make sure
to sigh a little as I say it, a deep husky, breathless teasing tone. Smiling to myself as I hear him groan,
not in a good way. Thanking Christian in a roundabout way for the insight into my one and only semi
dirty attempt.

“Jesus Sophie; that is not the visual I need right now when I’m about to walk into an interview. Fuck…. I
have a little something I need to take care of now, thanks to you. I’ll call you back later. Love you,
beautiful.” Arrick hangs up the phone fast and I burst into instant giggles. Payback for being an asshole
and laughing at my sexts, I clearly do a lot better with calls than texts.



I hold up my phone to look at the sexy sleeping photo of him I took before he left, and now use as his
contact picture; sexy and peaceful, looking every bit poster boy for a dream guy magazine. I sigh to
myself then giggle as a text pops on screen from him.

Naughty girl. Might have to spank you when I get back. X

Spanking sounds…. Interesting. Not that I can imagine he ever would lay hands on me that way, yet a
part of me wonders what it would be like if he did. A tiny inkling of maybe a kinkier side to me that I
didn’t know existed. I am open to trying out something more than straightforward sex when it comes to
him, I really think I could trust him to do anything to me now.

I smile wider and then sigh and feel deflated again, all at the same time. Two more days to go. It feels
like it has dragged so far, no matter how much he texts and calls and how many times he sends me
weird selfies of what he’s doing. I just need him to come home.


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