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

Chapter 86

Oh my god. Why would anyone want to cheat on him? I mean look at him. Why would she want to hurt him?

I shake my head as if I can’t believe it. I don’t want her to be the one.

Is she the reason he’s the way he is? Why he keeps women at arm’s length, and it’s just sex and fun? Did having his first love savagely rip his heart open make him unable to trust women in his life? Keeping them all at a distance, the way I do with everyone else.

“Why did you start seeing her again?” It’s out before I can stop it.

Do I want to hear him tell me how he’s never got over her? No, I don’t.

He shrugs and gazes at me intensely.

“It’s complicated.”

When is it ever not?

“Stop saying that,” I wail, instantly on my feet and I’m angry.

Why?

Because he’s my Jake. Not hers. I want him to want me, and only me; I know it’s never going to be that way and it ruins every part of me. Rages and burns that once, long ago she had exactly that and she threw it all away. She was a complete idiot!

“Emma … What do you want me to say?” he moves to me, and pushes me back to sit down, so he’s standing over me.

“You think I planned any of this shit?” he looks broken, eyes damp and face unreadable, yet somehow sad.

“Do you love her?” I ask of him, complete fear gripping me inside and I almost sob it out in desperation.

… Please don’t cry. Not here. Not now. Not in front of

read it. I’m scared of his answer, so I

shaking my head. “I don’t want to know.” He grasps

you think,” he pleads, his body trying to cage me in against him,

I think? … What could be worse than

go.” I shove him away, lost in teen Emma mode and rejecting contact, while

my arms to him, but I’m pushing him off. Marissa is right there in the next room, she’s pregnant with

down tears and panic, and finally throw his hands off me. He lets me

here, so I go into automatic pilot. I stalk toward the door, pulling up my hood, and

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the heart wrenching pain overtake me. I cry like I did the night he left me on that boat, and I think I may actually die this time. If my lungs don’t self-implode, I

easy and straightforward. My job, my apartment, my responsibilities. They all slot into place and I manage them all well. This isn’t really happening. I’m in a parallel universe, or I’m dreaming. I’ll wake at any minute and this will all have been one long, bad dream. Except I know that it’s not. Meeting Jake has slowly changed it all, he is too potent to be around, changing me, changing how I think and live, until I

how

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walking back to the hotel, I don’t know how long I’ve been, but I’m calm, and my tears have dried on their own, my face tight and swollen, but I don’t care anymore. I’ve been through so many emotions these past weeks; I think I’m slowly losing my mind. I’m definitely losing the grip on my

room is dark and empty, I’ve been gone for two hours according to the wall clock ticking loudly in the modern suite. There’s a light under Jake’s bedroom

to be me, desolate, alone on one side, and Jake on the other side of a bedroom

me, even if he actually wanted to try. I’m afraid of what that means, what that will feel like; too much has happened. Even if he told me he wanted me and only me, then

do that? Can he? Can I bear

I love being his right hand, but surely that in itself is half the problem.

I

beside mine. I guess he tried to call me and found mine left behind. He flits

from tiredness as my inner confidence slides silently from deep within and makes a quick exit via

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