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

“She called … she needs to speak to you.” I cover, hiding the tremor in my voice. He looks both instantly annoyed and something else… wary.

“When?” The dark look is back, I hope that means he’s not happy about her call and not that I forgot to tell him. Not that I could be blamed. I was unconscious after all.

“Before I … dramatically met the floor.” I try a small smile, but he doesn’t look pleased, he’s glowering, at me.

No … Too soon?

I think he’s displeased in general. He frowns and picks his cell up from the table, slides it open with one hand. I have a moment of panic, wondering if I exited his text box but he doesn’t react, so I guess I did.

That was close! Stupid, Emma, really stupid.

He’s still holding me, keeping me upright and quickly sits me down in the seat nearby, before he presses his cell screen.

He’s going to call her right now! … Right here, with me sitting beside him?

I squirm, sure I don’t want to witness this at all.

“Marissa … You called?” he doesn’t sound friendly. There’s a long pause as he listens, and I don’t want to be here. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He may think we’re back to just PA and boss, but my heart says differently. “I told you,” he snarls.

He sounds different. I’ve never heard him in lover mode and he actually sounds annoyed, and in asshole Carrero mode, but hey ho.

bother. I’ll call you,” he

him in lover mode, because he’s being quite pissy

get, then why the hell do they still date

tense as he paces back and forth listening. Like

okay … Don’t fucking cry …

shut up and take note. Confusion all over my face and brain whirring at the attitude. I try to feign ignorance and seem like I’m engrossed in the edge of the table, picking at it. His voice was hushed, but not enough, so maybe he doesn’t know how much I heard. He casts a look at me warily

shots. I don’t even react, just allow him to guide

***

me to lay down and there’s a tray of half eaten food by

hate the fact he’s calling her. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met her, I had this weird, gutsy inkling that I really didn’t like her at all. Far more potently than any of his other bimbos and I can’t explain it. It’s some female thing going off inside of me, that makes me

top of that I just hate that he’s calling a woman, completely unable to control my jealous pain inside and that sucks most of

* * *

doctor is wrapping up her

sounds concerned. Well, maybe …

in a nice fitted gray suit and she has a lovely face. I like this doctor; she has gentle hands and an easy manner

did she pass out then?” he doesn’t seem convinced and doesn’t seem to notice how attractive she is either. All eyes on me and frowning. No schmoozing

drinking enough fluids either and she became a little overwhelmed. We need to take care of our bodies …

He doesn’t look convinced and I know he’s inwardly cursing me about how many times he’s told me I need to drink more water too. The man should

fly home,”