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.

hate that it sounds childish and weak … He’s caught me off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at the way he’s being, still aching for some of my normal Jake

flat. I miss my Jake. It’s obvious that whatever he left for, is still in his head, that despite the distance,

a haughty head and pushes feeble out of the

and Moody, Yes, sure, I shall

I press sarcastically, knowing that

to.” It’s raspy and almost threatening, but it has the desired effect and I’m glad he hangs up before the sob surfaces. The wound

fucking hate

the room, uncaring if

for an ego maniac with a

Chapter 26

sight, my assistant, Rosalie, greets me warmly and compliments my hair, tan, and natural highlights. She gushes a little too much at how I look,

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

and toss his pen on top. It’s fair to say I’m still as pissed as ever and right now; the

to do that, I’d rather say it to his

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

him for anyway? To pander to his ego and

as I snap up to

Hell.

worst traits, amplified tenfold, and

smooth down my skirt impulsively as he always makes me feel

guessing if you’re here, then it’s not on business.” He balks at me, and I grimace tightly. The urge to stick my fingers

gently across my waist and smile brightly, the urge to fidget is strong

ignoring my calls.” He rages at

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

to hear from him today,”

might be hard considering

I sulk inwardly.

sir.” I answer,

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