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.

He’s caught me off guard. I’m half asleep and crumbling at the way he’s being, still aching for

for, is still in his head, that despite the distance, he isn’t

a haughty head and pushes feeble out of the

Moody, Yes, sure, I

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

raspy and almost threatening, but it has the desired effect and I’m glad he hangs up before the sob surfaces. The wound in my chest turning into a crater. Leaving me alone with a silent line and

fucking hate you

my cell across the

want to work for an ego maniac with a constant fucking hard on

Chapter 26

little too much at how I look, and I’m forced to coolly look her down, to get her

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.

mutter and toss his pen on top. It’s fair to say I’m still as pissed as ever and right now; the thought of resignation is swirling in my mind rather

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

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

To pander to his ego and swat away sexual innuendos all

my reverie at my desk, as I snap up to see the force

Hell.

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

away for a few days, Mr. Carrero, sir, he returns on Friday.” I smile brightly and smooth down my skirt impulsively as he always makes me feel so nervous. He’s very commandeering in

not on business.” He balks at me,

gently across my waist and smile brightly, the urge to fidget is strong in his presence, must be a family trait, having that sort of intimidation

my calls.”

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

to hear from him today,”

that might be hard considering he’s also ignoring

I sulk inwardly.

I answer, fake

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