The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Chapter 73

“What do you really want? Be honest … I might actually give it to you if you are.” I test him. He has the grace to look uncomfortable at least, and shiftily looks away. I can smell booze at this distance and it’s the first time I notice the yellow stained whites in his eyes. Maybe he’s a drunk. Maybe it’s drugs. I don’t care!

“I could do with a little help out … Get back on my feet, you know?” he answers sheepishly, barely able to look at me.

“You mean money?” I grit my teeth so hard it hurts my jaw. His face flushes and he nods.

“What is my middle name?” I snap suddenly. My frayed emotions kicking in and teen Emma sliding out impulsively.

“Ummm.” He moves back, blinking hard.

“What is my birth date?” I yell, this time loudly, voice shaking. He gulps and tries to look anywhere except me.

“Do you even know what age I am?” I scream in his face, fully erupting as his inability to answer consumes me and my composure dissolves. He looks like he’s going to run. I throw my hands up in exasperation and turn away before I truly explode.

“How much money do you need to get the fuck away from me?” I am so beyond mad I can barely think straight, heart pounding through my chest and head aching badly. I just want to curl up and cry right now. Body in full trembles.

“If it’s like that, then as much as you can spare.” He whispers, there’s a hint of success in his tone that hits like a final spear in my chest. Splicing agony.

I’m floored. I can’t even formulate a response; It rises up inside of me like a volcano about to blow out spectacularly. All-consuming, pushing down any rational thought, after the week I’ve had, the month I’ve had. The heartbreak I have sobbed through. The lack of self-worth because of men like this shithead right here.

I spin and impulsively slap him hard across the face, with the force of all my pent-up emotions of the last week and all the shit Jake has put me through. The strength of the impact stings my hand and I recoil, gasping in shock as it reverberates like a throbbing pulse through my wrist, shaking me back to sense.

the hell did I just

violence. I can’t talk. I’m in as much shock as he is at what I just did.

down onto the cold metal to let loose. My chest caving in, and I’m struggling for breath. My head is a jumbled mess

yanking my hair as though to

man in the

have cameras in there and I’ve probably just broken about ten laws. I can’t get up. I can’t make my legs work. My breathing is labored as the sheer panic at what

he have to

brick wall. The tears

that? Could he not pretend, even for one minute, that I was worth more than money? Genuinely want

to know that the only value I have, to my own biological father, is in how much cash I can give him. I break down fully, howling, and falling to pieces. I can’t breathe, this pain is too much and now to top it off, I’ll be

nose running wildly. I can’t think straight, I just need to

twice, and he answers … even seeing

“Hello.”

Oh my god—he answered.

the cell tighter to my face, stifling my sobs to try and talk. The wave of relief hitting me hard like

even speak, he must be able to hear my heavy breathing and pathetic sobs and sniffs. I’m hardly

I need my friend, I need my Jake. I’m so desperate

you crying?” that shocked tone

forms in my head. I’m wiping my face with my sleeve, but it’s pointless

There goes my make-up.

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