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

Chapter 71

It’s after midnight when I’m woken by the buzz of my cell sliding across my nightstand. I reach out to it, fuzzy from fatigue and blurry eyed, disorientated.

“Emma Anderson.” I breathe huskily without opening my eyes. I’m on auto pilot.

“Where are you?” That bark has me sit up with a start.

Crap. Jake!

He sounds pissed and I’m too frazzled with sleep for this, shocked awake with his surprise contact.

“New York,” I gulp, suddenly reeling by the fact he’s finally calling me.

Is he back on the boat?

I get a tinge of regret at leaving.

“You’re at your apartment?” he’s grumpy and coldly distant.

“Yes.” Is the only reply I can give; I sound so vulnerable and young it annoys me. There’s a silence and a tension crackling on the line. I rub my eyes in a bid to feel less zombie like, pinch my cheek to waken me up more, hands trembling.

“You cut your vacation short?” he starts, his voice softer, but still tinged with irritation.

“Yes … I wasn’t in the mood for any more surf and sun, Mr. Carrero.” I hope he hears the sarcasm in my voice. Did he really think I would stay out there without him and hang out with his friends for a full two weeks? Again, another agonizing silence.

“Good, because we need to be back at it … The Hunter merger has encountered issues. I need you at the office tomorrow.” He’s in business Carrero mode, all affection and humor devoid.

“Will you be there?” I’m trying to sound as cool as him, but that rising warmth of hope lift its head and I scold it back down.

Get a grip, Emma, stop being pathetic.

“No … I’m still elsewhere … You can handle things for a couple of days.” A curt response and I want to cry.

crumbling at

whatever he left for, is still in his head, that despite the distance, he isn’t going to talk about it. He’s making it clear that now our

raises a haughty

much, Mr. Cold and Moody, Yes, sure,

sarcastically,

glad he hangs up before the sob surfaces. The wound in my

fucking hate you

cell across the room, uncaring

you! Maybe I’ll resign. I don’t want to work for an ego

Chapter 26

Rosalie, greets me warmly and compliments my hair, tan, and natural highlights. She gushes a little too much at how I look, and I’m forced to coolly look

handled mostly everything, and the minor details are rectified in half a morning. I walk through to Jake’s office and dump the files on his desk, I like that they scatter messily, and I don’t bother straightening them. I quell the urge to push over his desk tidy beside

fair to say I’m still as pissed as ever and right now; the thought

rather say it to his face. I wouldn’t want to miss THAT

Carrero’s earliest convenience, he will arrange

I need him for anyway? To pander to his ego and swat away

my son?” the booming voice rips me from my reverie at my desk, as I snap up to

Hell.

amplified tenfold, and stuck in a far moodier exterior. Less

I smile brightly and smooth down my skirt impulsively as

here, then it’s not on business.” He balks at me, and I grimace tightly. The urge

brightly, the urge to fidget is strong in his presence, must be a family trait,

ignoring my calls.” He

not the only one. He was ignoring Leila

want to hear from him today,” he

hard considering he’s also ignoring

I sulk inwardly.

I

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