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

“It’s kind of heartbreaking to watch him suffer … Unrequited love.” Richard breaks in, stifling a grimace as Daniel slaps his back with a noisy ‘thwap’.

“Fuck you. Both of you.” An annoyed tone and no smile.

“You know when you know … Right?” Vincent throws a wink at Daniel too and three of the four men burst out laughing, Daniel rolls his eyes and gives them the finger.

“Tried so damn hard to let him down gently, he’s just too sensitive.” Jake ruffles Daniels hair playfully, chuckling at him.

“I’ve caught him sobbing into his Hagen Das a few times when you stood him up, Jakey.” Richard shoves Daniel in the ribs playfully and they all laugh at their friend.

“He stole my Endless Love CD when you missed his birthday bash last year. Perfect crying anthems on there.” Leila quips in, throwing a huge grin at Jake, yet avoiding Hunter completely.

“I swear to god, you guys better stop with this shit. Even if I was that way inclined, I wouldn’t jump Carrero’s bones. I know where he’s been, I have standards.” All of the men turn to Jake with eyebrow wiggles, and he only sneers at them.

“Umm, I think I’ve way higher standards than any of you three.” He defends himself with a frown and a haughty tone.

“Questionable.” Leila throws him a disbelieving look. “But you’ve improved a lot.” She then smiles at me, concealing nothing. A big hearty, playful type of smile.

“Leave her out of this.” Jake warns, squeezing me a little too tightly. I haven’t been able to help laughing along with all of them, but things just shifted tone and Jake feels suddenly tense. Mr. Protector. unleashed.

“You know when you know, right?” Vincent smirks Jake’s way and I try and ignore the way all three men seem to look at Jake for a split, perfectly timed moment, all three with raised eyebrows and smirking expressions. Eerily unified.

haul his friend into a head lock and plaster

except Marissa. Her straight faced, bitchy self has been observing with nothing but boredom this whole time, but she seems to change tactic as soon as the men settle down and Jake comes back and

at Jake sexily, and

get a grip and

sweet really.” Jake prods Daniel with his beer bottle and receives two fingers on one

dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his Hagen Das. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero. has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picks up

winks at Vincent and Richard who throw on matching “Eww” faces. Everyone laughs, even Marissa this time and then she

against his neck comfortably. His arm moving further around to accommodate me, he switches his beer bottle to his left hand, so it hangs in front of me. His other takes my empty cocktail glass from me and puts it down. He doesn’t falter, just continues talking to his men folk as though my snuggling closer is the most natural thing in the world for us. I listen to the steady, strong thud of his heart under his shirt, enjoying the solid muscle

I’ve not got any interest in as soon as I realize that Marissa had been there too and not with a beau in tow to occupy her.

his hook up on that

a sharp pain

fresh cocktail with his free hand, his mouth lingering close to my temple longer than necessary as though he’s watching me, or simply feeling my hair

flavor and I could drink it like juice. He has a knack for buying me drinks that I really like, always varying them so I don’t get sick

on Hunter’s cell, that he’s holding out, some past memory they’re all discussing, and I feel strangely lost. His sudden departure from my body and the realization that I was only happily listening into this group the way I was because of him. He always grounds me, makes me comfortable, wherever we are, and I forget that I

around my shoulders. This time, though, he pulls me in tightly and kisses me on the side of my face quickly and firmly. I experience

back to the boat?” he asks softly, for my

I know it should be, “I’m actually really drunk, and I’m probably going to fall over or pass out.” Truth is, I just want to get far away from Marissa and her silent messages across the table. She’s like a thorn I can’t pull out and

eyes immediately follow, and it causes me