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

Chapter 64

What the hell? Where did that come from?

“Being closed out.” He has a hint of humor in his eye, but I know he’s being serious, sardonic, and not in a friendly way. I frown at him and go back to my sight-seeing, confused at his manner. Trying hard not to rise to it and inwardly churning up with anxiety.

“What does it take, Emma?” That edgy tone in his voice betrays a bad mood looming up.

Why today?

I curse inwardly. Jake’s negatives moods are the worst thing ever; maybe he’s hungover and obviously still tired. He shifts gear as we round a rather craggy coastal road; his focus on the road, his brows furrowed, and a tightness to his jaw that screams of tension.

“Jake, please … What are you talking about?” I squirm in my seat and adjust my clothes to distract the awkwardness in my pose.

How have I closed him out? He’s seen more of me, knows more of me, than anyone on the planet, does he not see that?

“You’re not even going to mention last night? Is that another conversation over?” he snaps this time and I bristle.

“You didn’t mention it either.” I spit, a little too aggressively. Riled by the up by this attack; it’s like he’s getting his period.

“I was waiting to see if you would.” Eyes cool green and face tense, he’s in difficult and stubborn mode.

Great!

“Why?” I snap, but he just shrugs again.

Oh my god.

sure, and he’s being crabby as hell. I don’t want to fight, I want to go back to playful, fun Jake. This is not the little outing

a line.” I plead, trying to make him see sense, trying to stop this fiery conversation

one.” The sarcasm

supposed to mean?” I turn to him

of letting go, you snap right back in and shut the door. No conversation. No

hiss with a sardonic laugh. “Because I won’t sleep with my boss? I’m not letting myself go? That’s being closed off?” I turn

Carrero. Why is it

there was any doubt about it last night … It’s not the issue … It’s the afterwards, Emma.” His voice is laced with venom, anger seething from every pore, his

anyone can make a

an asshole and

I’m thrust forward as he slams on the brakes and we screech to a halt, kicking up dust and stone around

What the hell?

taking a calming breath. I notice he’s swerved us into the side of the road, out of the non-existent traffic. He unbuckles and gets out of the car and stalks off toward the side of the high edged road,

actual hell?

not like this, not with this kind of rage. I feel sick, unbearably emotional and I reel it back in, taking deep heavy breaths, trying to still my hands. Trying to not let him get

back to the car and slides in stiffly; he’s making me jumpy and nervy. He’s not looking at me and he doesn’t try to put his belt back on. I really don’t know

he

goes on in his head sometimes as I watch him warily, every nerve ending in my body on high

car. “It’s about this eternal need in you to stay in full control … Never letting anyone in, never letting

has no idea. He’s the closest person to me in

calmer, but his voice is still strained, that edge to his tone. I sit stiffly, focused on his hands gripping and un-gripping the wheel as he

vulnerable only briefly.” He flicks his eyes at me, and

that. You don’t need anyone … But it’s not who you are … And it’s not true.” It’s almost

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