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.

did

violence. I can’t talk. I’m in as much shock as he is at what I just did. I just shake my head, words catching in my throat as I stifle a sob and run for an escape. The doors are still open, and I blindly move with speed, immersed in a surge

sink down onto the cold metal to let loose. My chest caving in, and I’m struggling for breath. My head is a jumbled mess of confusion, adrenaline coursing through me savagely and I wail with pain as the

clutch at my head yanking my hair as

assaulted a man in the elevator of my high-profile

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 I have

he have to ask me for money? Why couldn’t

hitting a brick wall. The tears increase to fall thick and fast, realization I have literally, single-handedly destroyed

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

down fully, howling, and falling to pieces. I can’t breathe, this pain is too much and now to top it

pull my cell out of my jacket, without thinking, I dial Jake’s number with vibrating fingertips; tears coursing down my face and my nose running wildly. I can’t think straight,

answers …

“Hello.”

Oh my god—he answered.

tighter to my face, stifling my sobs to try and talk. The wave of relief hitting me hard like a punch in

he must be able to

get the words out. I don’t want him to be mad at me anymore, I need my friend, I need my Jake. I’m so desperate for it that it physically hurts. I

crying?” that shocked

sob, it’s the only rational thing which forms in my head. I’m wiping my face with my sleeve, but it’s pointless as the

There goes my make-up.

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