The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

I swallow it down in agitation and walk to the kitchen, to fix myself something to eat. I’ve found that I have a love of cooking now since I have all the time in the world to leisurely stand around in this beautiful chef’s dream. Sarah would love it. I’m sure she’d be proud of how domesticated I’ve become, knowing my way around a kitchen. I’m liking not having a cook until she returns at the end of the week, it’s somehow enjoyable making meals with love and caring precision for Jake and me to enjoy.

Maybe I’ll follow in Sylvana’s footsteps and cook for my own family once or twice a week like she does.

Soon the noise of drilling and male chatter and laughter annoys me enough to send me to my room for refuge, at least in here I can turn on the TV or run a bath and lock them all out. The large hall echoes around downstairs and amplifies it to incredibly ridiculous proportions. Somehow so much louder today. The bed still smells of Jake and has retained some of his body heat locked between the sheets, so I go and curl into his side and wrap the blankets around me to drown out the chaos and take a nap.

I am exhausted enough to try to get some sleep. I’m too tired to exchange pleasantries with the workman today and even Monica isn’t around for me to roll my eyes at.

Thank God.

Her overly eager eye fluttering and sexy smiles at Jake every five minutes are slowly bringing out inner violent Emma lately. The woman simply has no scruples at all. She reminds me of the bored rich bitches Jake and I would meet at every event; those who hung on him and his every word despite their husbands standing close by.

The downside to a popular hot man!

The noise is too much, even in here, and I give up. I haul my restless body out of bed and resign myself to getting dressed; every intention of spending today in the solace of Sylvana’s kitchen, hoping for some inner calm and serenity … if not for me then at least for the baby. If I have the possibility of avoiding the last day of banging and hammering, surrounded by strange men, then I will. I’m uneasy here without Jake so going to see his mamma with her gorgeous welcoming heart will be a comfortable break.

I swear maxi dresses were made for the comfort of pregnant women; in one fell swoop I’m dressed and ready

to get on with the day since I am begrudgingly forced out

invasive chaos. I tap down the stairs of the stairwell and slip my feet into the ballet pumps I have lying by the entrance to the living area. I can’t seem to go anywhere downstairs without a layer of dust settling on my feet; at least after today that should hopefully be over. I pick up my bag and

One of the burly men calls to me as I’m walking for the door through

while Monica and I focus on the décor, blissfully ignorant to the

noon at the latest, ma’am. Just wondering what you’d like us to do with the keys if you’re not back?” He regards me with a relaxed business-like expression on his face and my insides instantly calm, no danger here. Old Emma always rears up inside of me when I am faced with

door if I’m out. I’ll either be there or close by. Sylvana is my mother-in-law so that’s

time they’d been gaining access with their own key. I assumed Mathews or someone at Sylvana’s had been letting them in and out; and it bothers me, a lot. Those random men have keys and access codes to my house and it’s grating on my inner calm, old Emma showing face and trying like hell to point out the dangers in it, in a rather disturbing way, through visions of what those men could do to me. I’m glad to be leaving and more relieved at this being their last

he’s home, that’ll make me feel better. How could he have forgotten to tell

face and a rumbling stomach

as is a morning curled on the couch with

like yesterday. Cocoa mugs and daytime soaps, chatting our boredom away. This new way of life is starting

* * *

Sylvana’s not realizing how late in the evening it is, and let myself into the house, the entrance

Jake and his gadgets.

place my bag on the uncovered side unit and sigh with annoyance when I notice that damn crowbar, from here you

the place is gone just not that. I suppose given the color of the vertical dark metal railings it’s easy to miss a crowbar hanging

to him on my cell at his mamma’s before I came home so it’s probably him; making sure I managed to walk the fifty yards back home without injury or getting lost. I walk to my bag and fish it out, seeing Mathews name flash up on the