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.

as hell. I don’t want to fight, I want to go back to playful, fun

… 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

is! Right back to square one.” The sarcasm thick

mean?”

right back in and shut the door. No conversation. No acknowledgment of it, just wham. Over!” He barks at me, all

not letting myself

you, Carrero. Why is it

not the issue … It’s the afterwards, Emma.” His voice is laced with venom,

drunk … being stupid, anyone can

asshole

in my seat to turn away from 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 around the

What the hell?

non-existent traffic. He unbuckles and gets out of the car and stalks off toward the side of the high edged road, overlooking the vast drop off the cliff. Every muscle

should I do? What the actual

been the focus of this version of angry Jake, 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 to

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

he reacting

on in his head sometimes as I

stay in full control … Never letting anyone in, never letting yourself enjoy anything, and letting your guard down. Always keeping me at arm’s

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

is … Tired, grumpy, bossy, happy, PMSing like fuck.” He’s calmer, but his voice is still strained, that edge to his tone. I sit stiffly, focused on his hands

briefly.” He flicks his eyes at me, and I spin

get it, Emma … You’re strong, you want everyone to see that. You don’t need anyone … But it’s not who you are … And

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