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.

off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at the way he’s being, still

back Friday. I want a full report on my return.” His tone is still icy and flat. I miss my Jake. It’s obvious that whatever he left for, is still in his head, that

a haughty head and

much, Mr. Cold and Moody, Yes, sure, I shall jump, because you’ve demanded

trip.” I press sarcastically, knowing that will only piss him

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

hate

cell across the room,

you! Maybe I’ll resign. I don’t want to work for an ego maniac with a constant fucking

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, and I’m forced to

to be here at all. The lawyers 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, and I

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

to do that, I’d rather say it to his face. I

have a business lunch with 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

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

at my desk, as I snap

Hell.

like all of Jake’s worst traits, amplified tenfold, and stuck in a far moodier exterior. Less

on Friday.” I smile brightly and smooth down my skirt impulsively as he always makes me

on business.” He balks at me, and

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

calls.” He rages at

not the only one. He was

tell him I want to hear

hard considering

I sulk inwardly.

sir.” I answer, fake

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