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

Chapter 24

“You want to continue our conversation?” He pushes on, regardless of my “go away” posture. Lays his hand casually on my bent knee, propping it up at the wrist and rests quite happily there.

“What conversation?” I ask, genuinely confused but stay concealed under my arm, my gut churning like I may not like this.

“You don’t remember?” The surprise in his voice makes me a little wary. I shake my head and the color rises in my cheeks; Jake never presses for no reason.

What the hell did I say to him last night?

“I put you to bed.”

Well, that explains why my cell was off.

He turns his off every night, whereas I normally don’t. Just in case I’m needed.

“Thanks.” I mumble. I want to ask him what I said, but I don’t, because I’m scared. I’m scared I might actually have told him something I didn’t want him to know.

“You talked about your father.” He says matter of factly.

Crap. Like that.

The anger rises in me unexpectedly and it’s too quick to grind back down.

“He’s not my father! … He’s just a donor to my existence, and nothing more.” I snap, jumping to my feet, his hand falling to the couch, surprising him. The heat rises in my chest; teen Emma’s anger renewed with a fury and I’m pissed at myself for her appearance once again. I angrily storm to the kitchenette, I need water and a second to calm down.

And a boss who stops bloody well digging into stuff that has nothing to do with him.

“And Ray?” The question is so precise and unimposing yet has a devastating effect on me. Stomach lurching to my throat, I falter and drop my water bottle hard on my foot, giving out a shocked yell and jump back as pain sears through my toes.

“Are you okay?” He leans around, looking at me. His eyes steady on me as I scramble back but my head reels as I bend down to retrieve the Evian bottle and try to take a deep breath through instant dizziness.

Control Emma … Control.

back up slowly, and more deliberately, letting it

he know about

“Fine.” I answer stiffly.

we need to talk about this.” He watches me

know, don’t want to talk about this. I feel sick, maybe I should tell

it hurts me too and

course, I trust you.” I turn to him, flashing anger.

could he ask me

have to trust him, I do trust him.

admitted to myself that I actually do, and it

a man! When did that happen? How

trust playboy Casanova Jake Carrero …

he presses further, refusing to give up; his eyes still steady on me. I shake my head and turn away because I can’t look at him while feeling

can’t he understand that certain things don’t need to be brought up … Talked

it linger. Brings it to the forefront of my mind, where it has no

to talk about this.” I huff, urging him to drop

me. He has that determined expression on his face, the one usually reserved for stubborn clients. He grabs my upper arm gently and pulls me to face him, visually his expression is angry, but his manner is calm. I try to twist free, but he holds me tighter; I think

you and tried to molest

shocked that I even let that much out in my drunken stupor. Heart flipping over

him to know about this. What the fuck,

some sad little victim, incapable of taking care

would I tell

by my reaction and lets me go

back of my eyes, I stalk past him. I can’t do this; he has no right. I can’t get upset and

writhes inside of me once more. Teen Emma

little too aggressively and

Shit …

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