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.

I’m half asleep and crumbling at the

be 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 despite the distance, he isn’t going to talk about it. He’s making it clear that now our relationship is all business, no hints of care, or friendship,

good, Mr. Carrero.” PA Emma raises a haughty head and pushes feeble out

fuck you very much, Mr. Cold and Moody, Yes, sure, I shall jump,

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

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

hate you

my cell across the room, uncaring

to work for an ego maniac with a constant fucking

Chapter 26

compliments my hair, tan, and natural highlights. She gushes a little too much at how I look, and I’m

the merger are nothing and could have been handled by anyone involved, there is no need for me 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 don’t bother straightening them. I quell the urge to push

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

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

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 over the fine particulars and swell with satisfaction that I’m more than

him for anyway? To pander to his ego

my desk, as I snap

Hell.

worst traits, amplified tenfold, and stuck in a far moodier exterior.

on Friday.” I smile brightly and smooth down

business.” He balks at me, and I

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

calls.” He

only one. He was ignoring Leila too apparently,

I want to hear from him today,” he

hard considering he’s also ignoring

I sulk inwardly.

sir.” I answer, fake

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