The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Arrick’s POV
~ Sophie, Natasha, and porn ~
There’s a choice of things Sophie normally orders from the menu, all her must have’s, from her favorite Chinese. Food has
always been the way to her heart, and I am pulling out the stops after my flowers nose-dived, literally, out her bedroom window.
She knows how to make me suffer and I hate fighting with her.
She’s sitting herself at the table, eyeing up the familiar containers and I hold my breath for a moment. Watching her, a smile
spreading across my face as I see her expression soften a little. That pretty little dainty face, dimples appearing as she stifles a
smile and ends up smirking subtly. I think it’s working. My sassy little hellcat looks less ferocious and maybe I can relax a little if
she simmers a bit.
Dark hair and dark looks, glancing up from across the table and I try not to watch her too intensely as she starts eating her food.
I miss her natural blonde, but this is growing on me. She could pull any hair color off, she has a face that could even pull off a
shaved head.
“Still pissed at me?” I nudge her foot under the table with mine in a bid to get a response from her. If she pushes back playfully
then I’ll know she isn’t still as mad, and we are starting to get past her all-day sulk. I can’t help smiling at her little pouted glare,
the little sigh as she tries to convey that I am not getting to her, and how she tries to keep her eyes on her food to ignore me. She
can only hide so much from me and I know the food has softened her enough to be open to a little forgiveness. Knowing her so
well has its perks; I can win her around with effort, and sometimes by pulling out all my Sophie tricks in my massive arsenal.
“Maybe.” She answers flatly, mood still simmering but she doesn’t react to my foot shove and I sigh too. She can be hard to
crack when she’s hurt, and I guess kissing her then brushing it off is more than enough to be upset over. If it were the other way
around, I guess I would be more than mad, I would be crushed, so I get why she’s ignoring me. I just can’t tell her that all I’ve
thought about since, is kissing her again. She doesn’t need to know that all I do nowadays is try to figure out what the hell to do
when it comes to her. If anything, she messes me up in the head more when I’m with her nowadays than when we were apart,
and I can’t ever seem to catch a break from the constant emotional turmoil.
I watch her for a moment, tucking into her food with that little tiny frown on her brow, the little turn up of her top lip as she pouts
and sulks and its distracting. I funnel my own food into my own mouth in a bid to try and ignore how much this is getting to me.
Push down the knot of anxiety and heaviness. Sulky Sophie always makes me anxious, nervy, and tonight I seem to be
hypersensitive to her. I guess it doesn’t help that all I see when I look at her now is that mouth and how good kissing her felt last

night. My head already having a hard time over my feelings and kissing her has sent me into overdrive. I’ve kissed a lot of girls in
my lifetime and none come close to what she made me feel. It was more than the actual kiss, her technique, her mouth. It was
the entire experience, it blew me away, and all it has done is left me even more screwed up in how I feel about her. I seriously
need to stop this shit.
We’re interrupted by the buzzer and I check my watch, confused at who would be showing up this late in the evening without a
heads up. Most of my friends know I was going to be travelling back from home today, so wouldn’t show up without calling me
first. They know I like my down time.
I catch Sophie’s eyes flicker to me as I slide up and head across the floor to the intercom panel by the elevator. Annoyed that we
have an intruder, just when I am starting to try and fix this mess with her. I let her sulk all day to get the worst out of her system
and now, when I am pulling out my arsenal of Sophie softening, someone shows up to fuck with my plans.
“Hey, who is it?” I mumble into the intercom, hoping it’s a delivery, or someone who won’t be sticking around. I really need to get
things back on track with Sophs and now she is mulling rather than raging, I can finally talk to her properly. You need to let her be
sometimes, or it’s like talking to a brick wall and she only throws verbal knives at you. Sophs needs finessing and special
handling.
“It’s Natasha. I came for some things, and maybe a chat.” The gentle tone is the last thing I want to be hearing right now, like a
sucker punch to the gut, and I glance across at Sophie’s back nervously, in two minds about what to do. They don’t get on at the
best of times and that was before all of this. I really need to fix shit here before I add Tasha to this equation, but as I still have her
hanging on in my life without a clue what to do with her either, then I’m fucked.
Shit
“Sure.” I answer and press the buzzer, knowing I have no choice. I’m still trying to figure things out with her at the same time as
figure things out with Sophs, the last thing any of us need right now, well, me, is tears and drama when my head is already
struggling to function as it is. If I tell her she can’t come up, she won’t leave, and if I leave with her, Sophie will get upset and
probably never talk to me again. I can’t win in this.
I take a deep breath to calm the crazy nerves that explode in my gut and suddenly feel pretty darn afraid that Sophs is going to
react badly. She’s already pissed, and she’s volatile when she’s like this, unpredictable. She’s good at blowing like a bomb when
cornered and I would say this was pretty much an all-time cornering, on my part.

I walk back to the table and hover beside her as I try to find the words that won’t set sulky into storming again and hesitate.
Chewing on my bottom lip as nerves get the better of me and my stomach and all my organs nosedive into my sneakers. She
looks innocent and defenseless, but my girl is a hurricane in a teacup when she wants to be, and she knows how to make me
suffer.
“What is it?” She blinks up at me before I get a chance, obviously wondering why I’m footing around the side of her indecisively.
My blood runs cold with a fear I’ve never known when it comes to her; that furrowed brow and angry look on her has me instantly
worried that she is going to seriously flip her shit. Memories of Sophie lash outs, tears, and tantrums, from her younger teens flit
through my mind and I wonder if she has more fight in her than I have witnessed, or ever had to control. I crouch down beside
her and scoop her hand in mine, enveloping that dainty warm softness that always seems so fragile, in a bid to appeal to her
sweeter side and calm the beast before it bites.
“I need you to be good, just for once, Sophs. I need you to behave, and not throw your dummy out, for like one night. Even if
you’re still pissed at me.” Practically pleading, knowing Tasha is almost here. This could all kick off badly and I am in no state to
deal with a cat fight. Sophie would annihilate Tasha and in that I wouldn’t have a clue which girl I would protect. Obviously,
Sophie is fiercer and would probably inflict damage on Tasha, but my undying need to shield Sophie might get in the way.
“What?” She screws up her face, confused and wary, yet still pissed. Not a good combo on her. She pulls her hand away and I
sigh slowly, edgy, knowing deep down this heavy ache is anxiety at an all-time high. This is not going to be good.
“Natasha is here. She wants to collect some things, and to talk. I just need you to not react.” I try to keep my cool, that flicker of
rage in her face makes my stomach drop further, and honestly, for the first time in my life I actually wish Natasha would not come
up and leave me to work on getting Sophie back to sunny. I can handle Sophie when I’m left alone with her. I cannot handle
Sophie when she throws a shit storm around other people.
“I’m staying right here to eat. I’m not moving from this room, so if you want to talk, then take her elsewhere.” She snaps and goes
back to eating. Digging her heels in and being her delightfully difficult self, always making a point of making me put her over
Tasha. She doesn’t think I’ve noticed how many times she has done this over the past two years and all the stupid fights it
caused. I curb the urge to rub the tension out of my face and implore her with a pleading look and a heavy sigh. I can see the
light on the elevator rising, getting closer to this floor and I am glued to this spot, set on making sure she agrees to some level of
good behavior.
“Promise me you’ll try to behave, that you will try to be nice for once. Remember, she’s hurting too.” I hope I sound endearing,
appealing to her softer side somewhere deep down, who does love me still, despite being a dick.

Please, please, behave, beautiful. For me, for once.
“Why don’t you just come out and say it, huh? Sophie, please don’t mention the fact you’re the reason I broke up with her and
have kissed you twice!” She snaps at me again and gets up to slide past me stroppily, with her plate in hand and a hair flick over
her shoulder that conveys her attitude towards me right now. My girl can definitely pull off sass. She’s a born natural and if I
wasn’t shitting a brick with the drama heading my way, I would be smiling at the little Diva she can be. She storms towards the
kitchen and I am powerless to do anything but follow her. Groaning inwardly and trying to keep my calm so I don’t make her
worse when she’s brimming for a fight, I can tell.
“Sophs?” I go to follow her again, but the ping as the elevator hits this floor signals the end of life as I know it and interrupts my
last-ditch attempt. This is going to be the death of me, I can feel it and my body sags, insides disintegrate with a hot flush of
defeat.
“Better go run along and welcome your girlfriend in.... I think I’ll take the couch and watch a movie!” Sophie raises haughty
brows, pointed snappy tone and saunters off wiggling her butt towards the couch. I literally have to tear my eyes from that view
and shake myself with a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ My whole face tense as I watch Sophie’s ass and try not to think about
the fact that when faced with ultimate death, I checked out my best friend unintentionally. No idea where the hell my mind went in
that moment, all of a sudden, zoned in on sexy wiggling butt in a tight dress, and not on the current situation.
Where the hell did that come from?
“Don’t make this worse for her. I’m trying.... Just please.... For once in your life. Think about someone else’s feelings.” Shaking
myself and watching her get comfy on the couch, while trying to stop myself from over analyzing the fact I legit checked out her
ass; it’s thrown me, and I am trying to get my shit together.
What the hell is wrong with me tonight?
I take an extra deep breath and move to the elevator fast as the door opens, in a bid to get my head straight and plant a somber
smile and genuine look on my face, which I hope conveys welcome to Natasha. Natasha’s in the open space before I even get a
chance to pull my thoughts together, as I watch the doors, head caught in the twilight zone, because she is suddenly in my face
and kissing me on the mouth before I actually take in the fact she’s already in my apartment.
I recoil instinctively and manage to dodge more than a chaste brushing of lips, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Sophie
isn’t watching. I feel guilty as shit and I no longer know for which girl or what reason. This is the same thing that happened after

Sophie told me she loved me; first time Natasha tried to kiss me. I felt exactly this way. Like I was betraying Sophie somehow,
and yet also betraying Natasha for thinking about Sophie at that moment. My head is so screwed up.
Natasha looks at me oddly, I think she senses or sees how weird I am being, not that it’s hard. I try for a smile, take her jacket
and practically haul it off her in my eagerness to get away from this dark corner and back to showing Sophie that nothing is going
on over here. I can practically feel her rage emanating this way and I take a slow steadying breath and try to stay in control of my
faculties. No one unnerves me like she does, with one shitty mood and the unpredictability of my fireball demon brimming below
the surface.
“Hi Sophie. You look nice today.” Natasha walks ahead of me, leaving me with her coat and bag and I mutely follow. Eyes
scanning the brunette on the couch who looks, even from this angle, like she wants to impale someone with her chopsticks and
the nerves and tension inside of me only get tighter. Natasha is the complete calm, and blissfully unaware, opposite. Walking to
the coach in a steady and graceful manner. Like a lamb to the slaughter.
“Thanks, you too!” Sophie glances Tasha’s way and the sarcasm oozing from within is clear as day. Barely concealed venom of
one pissed off Huntsberger girl tries to mentally hack the other’s head off.
Great!
I frown at her, in a bid to tell her to lay off. None of this is Natasha’s fault ad I hate when she behaves like this towards her.
Generally, Natasha is a sweetheart who very rarely has a bad word to say about anyone and she certainly didn’t ask for this
messed up triangle of the heart. Sophie visually gives me a huge ‘Fuck off, Arrick’ glare and I know this is futile.
I have never had a chance in hell of controlling her, it’s something I always loved about her, at the same time as being
infuriatingly frustrating. And it is now biting me in the ass and she’s back to being majorly pissed at me.
Just great. My life sucks.
“I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this while you two are obviously eating. I just needed some of my things, and I hoped
to have a little time with Arrick?” Natasha is mumbling something to Sophie, but I am lost in trying to communicate with her from
back here. I dump Tasha’s crap on the chair and try like crazy to find some calm inside of me; some zen to get a handle on this
and keep eyeballing my Tasmanian devil, to keep a lid on her behavior.
“Nothing to do with me.” Sophie smiles, her deathly, black widow, and I hope you die, smile. I literally feel all ounces of calm and
control fly out the window and hope this death will be quick and painless. If these two start, then I will need to protect Tasha from
Sophs, and I don’t know if I’m even up to the task of taking her on tonight. So god damn tired and I taught her everything she

knows. Now seeing the error in teaching her how to disable someone with a few kicks and well-placed thumbs. I stare at the
ceiling for a moment and wonder if leaving via the balcony might be a better option for me.
“Sorry, I know I’m staring.” Tasha giggles, pulling my attention back to the back of her head and I wonder what the hell she’s
doing. She never bothers talking to Sophie if she can help it but seems intent on acting weird and flirty with her tonight. I feel like
I’m in an alternate reality with her overly, sickly sweet manner, towards her, and for the first time I wonder if Tasha swings both
ways. Or if she thinks this is something I might want, a three-way with those two?
Ummmm, fuck.... ehhh. No! I need a fucking drink.
“It’s just, I love your new look. It’s so very sophisticated, and your makeup is gorgeous. Maybe you could give me some tips with
mine before I leave. You look so pulled together.” Natasha is still talking, and I wander to my kitchen in a bid to find booze,
something a hell of a lot stronger than coffee. Trying to ignore her weird behavior and blame this on some full moon lunar crap,
or something equally odd. I decide I am going to drown the bizarre with alcohol, and at least it won’t hurt as much if Sophie flips
out and throws me off the balcony.
“Drink?” I ask loudly, in a bid to stop whatever is going on between them and get them in on getting drunk, because it might just
save me from harm. Natasha looks like she is trying to get a date and Sophie looks murderous, like she might turn into the
newest New York hacker if Tasha keeps this up, and I happen to know she has a violent trigger in that sweet little body, that
makes it plausible. Can totally see her turning feral.
I locate a bottle of wine, glad of that anyway, even if I don’t rate wine much, especially not red, and hold it up in a bid to get
Sophie looking at me, instead of plotting my ex-girlfriend’s demise by chopsticks.
“Ummm, sure.” Natasha giggles, weirdly. She isn’t a giggler and I wonder if she has already been hitting the booze. I don’t get
this act at all, and in the electric light I can see she is pretty dressed up compared to normal. She’s wearing heels and stockings
by the look of it and I wonder what gives. She only wore them once, on my birthday the first few months we dated. If she thinks
she’s staying for sex, she can forget it. Sophie would never talk to me again and I wouldn’t do that to her. Couldn’t, not with her
here. I never even did it when she stayed under the same roof as me, at any time, even when Tash was my girlfriend. With any
of the girls I ever dated. It’s been one constant self-made rule in the whole time I have known her.
“Maybe we should take it through to the study, just us.” I nod at Tasha, figuring that we can have a drink, a quick chat, and tell
her I need her to go. Early night, late training or whatever. Easier to brush her off if Sophie isn’t sitting right there making me feel

awkward about any contact between us. Natasha has become excessively touchy since I came back and broke up with her, and
I know I am delaying having to go sit near or beside her.
I don’t know when this started with me, but it has; this over awareness to letting Tasha touch me, incase Sophie gets upset.
Maybe knowing how she feels about me has made me rethink it, I have no clue. I wouldn’t want to hurt her that way, by pushing
it in her face or making her have to endure Tasha pawing at me while I know how Sophie feels.
I pop open the wine and start gathering glasses in a bid to focus myself and stop letting my head wander off of the task in hand.
It’s better to just get drunk and pretend this is not happening to me.
“I thought we could all, you know the three of us, sit for a while. I know we don’t really get on that well, Sophie, and I figured
maybe it’s time we tried.” Natasha looks lovingly at Sophie and then me, with a small smile, and I do a small double take, having
to stop the complete confusion hitting my face at her weirdness.
Okay.... What is she doing?
I look at her and then Sophie and try to figure this out; what her sudden adoration for my bestie is all about. It’s while doing so I
catch sight of the movie starting on-screen, beside Sophie’s head and realize she has picked the film Jason downloaded and
discovered was pretty much porn from the first thirty seconds. Not that we switched it off at the time, because, well... guys and
porn!
Only Sophie! For the love of god.
“Plenty of food, maybe we should pick another movie though, right? Eat and then take it elsewhere?” I eye the screen and try to
motion to Sophie that she should change the channel, but she just looks at me like I have lost my mind.
Yeah, I get it, this is weird... awkward. I don’t know what else to do, or how to play this, Sophs. CHANGE THE FUCKING
CHANNEL!
I know if I wander over and sit, that Tasha will follow me and get close; it’s what she did a few days ago when she came by to
talk and I know I really cannot handle this shit. Sophie is touchy, moody, and on the defensive already. That will go down like a
ton of bricks and to be honest, I’ve pissed her off enough this weekend already and I’m getting a hangover before I even down
the booze. I make a plan of maneuver to dodge the awkward touchy-feely situation and follow it, hopping the back of the couch
when I come back so I land beside Sophs, a bit ungracefully, far from Tasha, so she has no choice but to sit away from me.
Problem solved on getting handsy and cuddly while Sophie is here anyway.

I deposit glasses on the table and concentrate on filling them, rather than all the eyes on me right now. I have no actual fucks
about how to handle this situation. The moaning on-screen starts, and I realize Sophie never changed the channel at all.
Glancing up to the opening scene and orgy in full throttle.
For fucks sake, why is this my life?
We have a full, high-definition, up close and personal, view of some guy licking out his co-star’s vagina, nothing left to the
imagination, and I want the ground to open up and swallow me. It feels like everyone falls silent and stares at my huge tv screen
in complete dumbfounded surprise for a moment.
That inner rise of panic hits hard. Sophie is too innocent for this kind of shit and this is all sorts of weird. Sensing her body freeze
as she clocks the view on-screen, I start moving around to look for the remote, seeing it’s not in her hand anymore and willing
her to stop looking at the screen. I swear if she doesn’t, I’ll cover her face with my hands while I try and turn it off. She looks
mortified from this angle and I’m mortified that she is watching this beside me. She starts wriggling around too and I realize she’s
looking for it too, as her cheeks color with a blush and it makes me want to hold a pillow in front of her face and save her from
this trauma.
Sophie is my innocent; she doesn’t watch porn. I spy it between the couch seat cushions and dive for it, except she does too,
and we bang faces, full frontal, mouths so close I literally almost kiss her with the awkward contact and in a millisecond and it’s
all I think about. Forgetting Tasha is even here as soft skin, warm, and inviting, that summer breeze smell of Sophie is all over
me and we are so intimately close for a second, that it’s pretty much the only thing in my head. Memories of a kiss that have
been plaguing me all night and day.
I want to kiss you again. So badly.
Fuck.
Sophie looks panicked, pulls the remote free and hits a button. Relief sinking through me as I shake myself mentally and try like
crazy to get my act together and move away a little to regain control. All kinds of messed up, and maybe adding booze to this
mix is not such a good idea after all. I turn and realize there is a huge ass on my screen instead, larger than before, and some
guys dick being rammed into it forcefully; full penetrative sex in an up close and personal frame, and I feel like I might just die.
Actual porn – great choice, Sophs.