The Carrero Heart - Happy Ever Afters (Book 3 of Heart Trilogy)

Chapter 1

Arry leads me into the apartment, holding hands, fingers interlocked snugly, and gives me a soft sexy smile as he guides me into the wide, high ceiling hallway of our new abode. I'm tired from our journey, drained, achy, and need a long soak in the tub from being on a commercial plane for hours, but we're finally here. I can push off the heaviness of my body and bones and sink into our home with a huge sigh of relief. It's finally happening. After weeks of hard work, stress, and panic to get us here before my new term starts. I'm drained, exhausted, yet tingly with anticipation.

Paris... our home for the next year.

Our little adventure while I go to school and take steps to the dream I have in my sights. He's moved heaven and earth to make sure this happened, and I couldn't love him anymore for it if I tried. It's our reality, it's my future.

I glance around as he drops our flight bags on the floor with a gentle thud, both from one hand. They slump by his feet practically sighing with the same relief of a tedious journeys end; a reflection of how we both look. We pre-packed and sent everything else we wanted here ahead of us and travelled light. All we have are two tiny bags, immense exhaustion from a long ass, eight-hour flight from New York and a desire to take it all in.

The flutter of excitement, the tingles at getting shown around for the first time since we bought this apartment, rise within me, stirring me from my travel fog. Peeking my attention as my lungs fill with renewed energy at seeing all the new and shiny for the first time.

We sent someone Arrick trusted to scope this place out; a quick sale based on videos, pictures, and real estate inspector's valuations. This is us seeing it fully decorated to our specifications, really taking it in, in all its real glory and really, seeing it in the flesh for the first time ever.

The grand entrance and French ornate moldings give me crazy excitement. It's so quaint as you walk into the little half-closed entranceway, with its high ceilings and pale creamy walls and highly polished wood floor the darkest color of mahogany brown. It's reminiscent of a dream home in a romance movie, set in a past era of Paris.

I can't wait to see how it looks in its entirety, now that our designer has made it ready for us to move into. Hours of showing her designs, and ideas, and color palettes. Pouring over a million design brochures, and Pinterest images, endless sleepless nights while filling out mood boards for her. Furniture websites, soft furnishing samples and art ...

I blink as I take it all in, in one wide eye sweep as we turn into the open plan of our main living room and pause... Blink twice... blink again. Face stilling as the visual turns me to a stony-faced statue of not impressed.

Face and heart dropping spectacularly, like a lead weight, to my stomach as I take in the massive sitting room before me, and my mood completely shoots out of orbit. Excitement dead, happiness murdered, tears prickling, because I am so god damn tired and this is not the sight I was expecting to see before me. This has the same effect as being sucker punched in the stomach and head, systematically, with great force.

It's nothing at all like we agreed, what we chose together, what we spent hours, days, weeks, choosing and bickering about, and giving to that overpriced, garish outfit wearing, so called designer. I can't believe I endured her smarmy obvious flirting with Arrick endlessly for all this shit I now see before me.

I slide my hand out of his as I stop, rooted to my spot, temper simmering irrationally and spin around with a frown that fast overtakes my face. Feeling like bashing him over the head with anything I have to hand and cannot stop the bubbling of a "Sophie overreaction" at something Arrick did to upset her.