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.

me off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at

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 relationship

PA Emma raises a haughty head and pushes feeble out of

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

sarcastically, knowing that will only piss

before the sob surfaces. The wound in my chest turning into a crater. Leaving me alone with a silent line

fucking hate

the room, uncaring if

I don’t want to work for an ego maniac with a

Chapter 26

gushes a little too much at how

have 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,

on top. It’s fair to say I’m still as pissed as ever

I’m going to do that, I’d rather say it to his face. I wouldn’t

a client that’s been waiting to discuss some points with Jake and assure them that at Mr. Carrero’s earliest convenience, he will arrange another meeting. I smooth over the fine particulars and swell with satisfaction that I’m more than capable

him for anyway? To pander to his ego and

at my desk, as I snap up

Hell.

of Jake’s worst traits, amplified tenfold, and stuck

brightly and smooth down my skirt impulsively as he always makes me feel so

He balks at me, and I grimace tightly. The urge to

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

ignoring my calls.” He rages

at least I’m not the only one. He was ignoring Leila too apparently,

tell him I want to hear from him

be hard considering he’s also ignoring

I sulk inwardly.

sir.” I answer, fake

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