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

I swallow hard, a wave of fear creeps up from my toes and envelopes my body.

“You and I need to talk … Now!” He slams the door, latching it so no one else can enter. I’m sure the entire floor heard the bang. My body stiffens, this is the last thing I need. Being in here and feeling the way I do; I have no defensive play for him this way.

How can he just sweep in like a tornado and ruin me? All the control I mustered, all that inner calm, gone, with just his voice and a look.

I turn away, sure he’ll see the emotion filling my eyes as I pull the file from the copier, throwing it among the piles I’ve laid out. It’s a good excuse to keep my head turned away, using the task to stop tears from spilling over while I scramble to hold on to any control I have left.

The only thing I manage to say is, “Go away,” my voice, small and fragile. His strong hand grabs my arm, yanking me round to face him, setting me off balance so I flail my arms out and plant my palms on his chest to steady myself. I recoil my hands at the heated touch as searing tingles race through me from the contact.

“You’re not going to Europe!” His eyes bore into mine, his jaw tense. He looks dangerous and wired, I think he’s lost his mind. This is the first time I’ve ever truly been afraid of him physically hurting me, he looks ready to hurt someone and as I’m the only one locked in here with him, I’m nervous. The blood drains from my face, my body sending another surge of coldness through me in response.

“It’s not even a possibility yet … I’ve only just seen the job … I haven’t applied.” I sound timid and afraid; his face softens realizing my fear, so he releases some of the grip he has on my arm.

This has nothing to do with him … He can’t control your life. Stand up to him, Emma, don’t let him stamp all over you.

“You belong here … In New York … In the Carrero Corporation.” He looks away, his rage sizzling into something else, something unreadable. He lets go of me and I move away, fast, putting distance between us, standing against a table at the far corner. He sees me move and frowns, as though he doesn’t understand why I would be nervous of him.

Really, Jake?

“Please, Jake … This isn’t your concern anymore.” I turn away, confusion and heartbreak fighting one another. He’s standing straight and tense, every pore sending me mixed signals in the small, windowless room.

Why couldn’t this have been different? Him coming to see me and treating me like this only serves to drive a wedge even further between us.

I turn back to face him and find him looking at the wall to the right. His eyes

feeling anything but joyous, just broken. He looks at

my corner, I can see he’s lost his angry glare, his temper fully dissipating making his body slump a little. Burned out from being the giant fire ball of fury that barged in here, he seems to have lost

the door, Jake, before the office temps start a rumor that we’re making out in the copy room.” I sigh, overwhelmed, heavy and tired. I think I’m probably on the verge of fainting. Internally rattled but mostly just fed up with being

me and I recognize a hint of my Jake … My cheeky Mr. Carrero, he hasn’t changed one bit underneath the

receptionist. She looks from him to me and back again before turning cherry red and making excuses to disappear. Jake watches her go but leaves the door standing ajar. It seems neither of us have the energy for this anymore and he puts his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunching like he’s been deflated.

in his face, only that he’s no longer angry. “Don’t go, Emma … Please.” He sounds so sincere. It’s

Not you, charging in here yelling at me and ordering me around. I need time

looking me over slowly, more deliberately

you to go … I need you to understand that.” There’s a hint of that boyish Jake I love so much, and it rips through my chest like a chainsaw. He pulls out his hands and walks toward me, closing the gap

me make my own choices.” I step toward him slowly, impulsively, itching to reach out and touch him but stop a foot from his tall, powerful frame as I realize what

be in a place that I’ll never see you again.” He frowns down at me,

would never see each other again. Now it seems like you didn’t mean it.” The ache to fall against his body, and feel his arms close around me, pushes me to move

my face, something

get on with my life.” I swallow down the tears, so

little of their Carrero sparkle. We both inhale, slowly, acknowledging what we know is for the best. As heartbreaking as it is, for me at

him looking so young and unsure. There’s a vibration in the air between us, a heaviness full of tension. I hesitate, then nod and move forward. He takes my movement as acceptance and opens the door

smile, unsure how

back but it doesn’t reach his eyes. At least we’re no longer yelling. Now

lost your touch, still overbearing and arrogant.” I smile softly at him again, walking side by side, trying to act normal yet nervously filling the silence. The change between how we used to act around one another is highlighted more so. We’re just pretending now, the awkwardness of this walk, cracking the air.

haven’t even begun to see the depth of my overbearing stalker skills.” He grins, the usual humor in his voice is missing. We’re just going through the motions of how we used