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.

be so infuriating. I think he’s still exhausted for sure, and he’s being crabby as hell. I don’t want to fight, I

… It shouldn’t have happened; we crossed a line.” I plead, trying to make him see sense, trying to stop this fiery conversation and get back to something

back to square one.” The sarcasm thick in his tone. His body stiffening in his

mean?”

hint of letting go, you snap right back in and shut the door. No conversation. No acknowledgment of it, just wham. Over!” He barks at me,

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 away, anger flaming my face,

is it always

laced with venom, anger seething from every pore, his body tense.

drunk … being stupid, anyone can make a

being an asshole and

him, trying to fully face out of the side window. I’m thrust forward as he slams on the brakes and we screech to a halt, kicking up dust and stone

What the hell?

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 actual hell? Where did this

unbearably emotional and I reel it back in, taking deep heavy breaths, trying to still my hands. Trying to not let him get to

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 what to say. Angry, aggressive men as

he

head sometimes as I watch him

pensive and his hands move back to the wheel, but he doesn’t start the car. “It’s about this eternal need in you to stay in full control … Never letting anyone in, never letting

I do enjoy things in my life, he has no idea. He’s the closest person to me

PMSing like fuck.” He’s calmer, but his voice is still strained, that edge to

briefly.” He flicks his eyes at me, and I spin away, hating that he’s even seen it at

want everyone to see that. You don’t need anyone … But it’s not who you are … And it’s not true.”

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