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

We get to the airfield in the dark. Marissa is traveling with us, invading my territory and I resent her presence. She’s wearing Jake’s sunglasses over her pale face, despite the late hour; I’m guessing she has puffy eyes from crying, and even that tiny little detail causes me so much internal trauma. Those glasses are always meant for me, not her.

She looks effortlessly seductive in a clingy cream dress, showcasing her curves and long curled hair. She hasn’t said one word since the tense meeting in the room as we left and then drove over here in hostile silence. I avoid looking at her, and him, he’s ushering her onto the plane like she’s some petulant child. His hand occasionally touching her lightly to guide her and burning my soul. He’s avoided me since he left my room, his manner toward me is cool and distant and I can’t stand it.

Maybe it’s better like this. There’s been icy silence, avoidance of eye contact between any of us and an atmosphere so thick you could slice it with a knife. Marissa is acting like I don’t even exist and hasn’t once looked my way. Not that I care. That flawless face and pouting mouth only ignite my internal rage and I wonder how she would look with my laptop rammed down her throat.

I sit alone on the left of the aisle and pull out my laptop to give me something to focus on, besides the last few hours. I don’t want to open my mind to what I did with him, and I can’t bring myself to look at him with her. I don’t want to see his blank expression, devoid of any emotion, cutting me off.

They both go to sit over the aisle, facing one another across a small table. I try not to watch as she attempts a reach at his hand. My stomach tightens but he removes it from the table, returning it to his lap coolly and they sit in silence, tension heavy. I want him to move and sit somewhere else, away from her, or across from me instead. He doesn’t.

of the window instead, he doesn’t seem to have anything to say to either of us. I guess Jake has never had to deal with a messy situation like this before. He never really overlaps women so that any come

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entire journey. His closeness across the aisle, his scent lingering between us. We’re not far apart, but it feels like there’s a canyon between us. A million miles of vast baron land and he’s so

fixing a blank gaze at the darkness outside. His mood is preoccupied. I wonder what he’s thinking about and it tugs at

about what we did? Or is he thinking about the baby and her? I want to know how you feel, Jake, about all of it. This is

tell me what’s going on in that dark look and still face. I know I never will again, we’ve reached an impasse. The only way forward doesn’t bear thinking about

not to look at Marissa, now sound asleep in her chair, his sunglasses still in place on her flawless face. We contrast in so many ways so only our hair color matches. She’s small and curvy with deep dark eyes and a sensual mouth, everything about her scream’s exotic beauty. Her figure curvy, yet not overweight, her breasts larger than average