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

“I’m still here.” I’m quiet and weak all over. I guess opening up this damn of tears has caused considerable damage, I can’t seem to stop them nowadays.

“Who hurt you, Bella?” his voice is soft and gentle. His pet name causes another fresh tear to roll down my face. “You need to tell me who he is, so I can have them sweep the building.” He coaxes gently and firmly, sounding so warm and safe to me right now.

“I hate him …” I whisper softly, the child in me making herself known. I sit in silence for a moment. My throat constricting painfully but I am starting to pull through.

“Talk to me, Emma … Please. I can’t stand this.” Pleading and gentle. Jake’s irresistible to me right now, I wouldn’t deny him anything when he is back to being the man I miss so very much. The one I can rely on.

“My father … He came here.” I sniff, wiping away residue tears, starting to gain control over them too; he just calms me effortlessly and he has absolutely no idea. He’s my lifeboat in a storming sea.

“To the offices?” a startled response, much like mine was.

“Reception, on the ground floor.” I swallow and sit up, able to take a steadying breath, my voice getting stronger.

“What did he do, Bella?” his voice is barely above a whisper. Treating me like fragile glass.

God, Jake, I need you so much.

“He asked me for money … To stay away from me.” I smirk bitterly through the pang it causes and laugh sardonically. I sound heartbroken. Maybe I am. There’s a deathly silence then curses quietly, calling my biological an awful name. Jake at least gets it.

“I slapped him in the face … My hand hurts.” I drop my eyes down to the bright red skin on my palm and the throb it’s emanating. It was worth it.

“I would have broken his neck,” he snarls. “Emma, you need to calm down, okay. I’m getting on the first flight back, Bambino … I’ll be home as soon as I can get there.” The genuine affection in his voice causes a fresh wave of tears, more relief. I want him home more than anything in the world and he’s finally coming.

“Why did you leave me?” it comes out before I can stop it, emotion fueled. Desperation at finally having normal Jake back.

“Don’t talk about this now … When I’m home.” He breathes, as men come into the stairwell, feet clanking on the floor and door creaking; they call my name out from above.

“Security is here.” I whisper and hear him sigh with relief.

to go home … to my apartment. Stay there until I’m back, wait for me.” Bossy Carrero is back,

“Okay.”

he adds

“What, Jake?” I pause.

myself.” The gruffness of his voice is reassuring; I sigh, sniffing

me and I accept gratefully, the other offers a hand to help me up. I’m suddenly aware of the mess I’m in, a little self-conscious now at being caught by two strange men

I whisper into the cell reluctantly. I don’t

one of them on,” he commands gently so I hand

talk to you.” I hold it out and he accepts, and

calming down.” He looks me over again, this time I frown at him. Fully

me,” I utter

I’ll be back as soon as I can. Try not to think about

Commandeering Carrero has taken control and suddenly there’s nothing but fatigue. I say goodbye before I hang up; a wash of warmth, relief overtaking

me. He’s going

* * *

have dozed in and out of sleep, listening to distant sirens and noises from afar. The calming hustle and bustle of Manhattan. It’s late,

out wandering the outer halls again. I’m aware of the faint sound of a crackling radio occasionally although they never really venture inside the main part of the apartment, but I like knowing they’re out there. Jake isn’t one for much security, but his father insists. He doesn’t see

and antsy, I know he’s coming home, and

he’s been …? I don’t want to think

the apartment suddenly. Distant, but they’re coming in. I’m not sure why they would

Jake’s voice, he’s

what time it is, but he’s really home. I can’t control the wave of euphoria or buzz of energy this gives me. I sit up in bed and wait, I’m not sure if I should go see him or stay in here; I’m suddenly shy

Don’t be stupid.

squash it. I let myself out of

from Jake, looking bored, but I recognize her instantly. She’s one of “his” Leggy Bimbos and it