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.
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
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,
raises a haughty head and
you very much, Mr. Cold and Moody, Yes,
of your trip.” I press sarcastically, knowing that
almost threatening, but it has the desired effect and I’m glad he hangs up before the sob surfaces. The
hate you …
cell across the room, uncaring
for an ego maniac with a constant
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highlights. She gushes a little too much at how I look, and
rectified in half a morning. I walk through to Jake’s office and
I’m still as pissed as ever and right now; the thought of resignation is swirling in my mind
I’d rather say it to his face.
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 of doing his job for
To pander to his
me from my reverie at my desk, as I snap up to see the force that is Carrero senior, stalking in.
Hell.
tenfold, and stuck
on Friday.” I smile brightly and smooth down my
it’s not on business.” He balks at me, and I grimace tightly. The urge
a personal trip, yes, sir.” I fold my hands gently across my waist and smile brightly, the urge to fidget
calls.” He rages
I’m not the only one. He was
want to hear
might be hard considering he’s
I sulk inwardly.
I answer, fake
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