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.

don’t want to fight, I want to go

shouldn’t have happened; we crossed a line.” I plead, trying to make him see

Right back to square one.” The sarcasm thick in his tone.

mean?” I turn to

snap right back in and shut the door. No conversation. No acknowledgment of it,

sardonic laugh. “Because I won’t sleep with my boss? I’m not letting

is it always about sex with

issue … It’s the afterwards, Emma.” His voice is laced with venom, anger seething from every pore, his body tense. I stay

… being stupid, anyone can

an asshole and ruining

the side window. I’m thrust forward as he slams on

What the hell?

He’s gripping the wheel aggressively and staring straight ahead, 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, overlooking the vast drop off the cliff. Every muscle in his body

I do? What the actual hell? Where did this

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

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

his head sometimes as I watch him warily,

full control … Never letting anyone in, never letting yourself enjoy anything, and

life, he has no idea. He’s the

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 gripping and un-gripping the wheel as he talks. His body language speaking volumes about

briefly.” He flicks his eyes at me, and

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

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