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

“She gave me some good advice while you took about three hours to get ready…. I didn’t want a reaction, miele, I was grateful. I’ll never make you jealous either. I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses me, breaking away to rub his nose against mine, a little show of affection that I’m getting fond of. “I don’t have any interest in getting reactions from other women … Only you.”

I smile up at him shyly; he always knows just what to say to me and that inner anxiety fades away, replaced with a sudden desire to curl around him and squeeze tightly.

“What advice did she give you?” I question softly, my arms finding his waist even though we’re still standing at the top of the stair in my apartment building. His mouth staying close to mine.

“To remember how easy it is for you to hide behind that wall when you’re scared … To never let it stand between us again.” He kisses my forehead softly. “She reminded me that despite seeming like you’re always in control and capable, deep down you’re that same kid from Chicago who learned to keep people out. No one protected you …… But I’m here now and I’ll always look after you, il mio amore.” He kisses me again, slowly, more deliberately, sending my heart into a fluttering mess as I become putty in his hands.

“I know you will,” I answer honestly, my mind casting back to Ray Vanquis and his admission that Ray was gone from my mother’s life for good. He smiles at me, locking eyes, before pulling me after him down to the car in the street below.

Some teenagers are gathered around admiring it and stand back in awe when he opens the door and throws my bag into the tiny rear seats. Jake gives the kids money and thanks them for watching his car while there are smiles and high fives all around. One of them whispers loudly that he knows who he is, and they all seem to flush. I notice he’s given them each a fifty and almost balk at it. Kids from around here aren’t exactly well-off, he probably just made their month. Easiest way to spend a few hundred bucks. Something I’ll never get used to with him is this complete disregard over money.

They stand back in admiration to watch us drive off.

Less than an hour later we’re at the airport boarding Jake’s private jet with all our bags in tow. This has happened so fast, I’ve barely had time to think, let alone breathe. I feel like I’m running away from work, from life, from everything and taking a time out in some fantasy romance novel with a millionaire who can pull strings like no other. I should be used to this side of him, we used to take business trips at the drop of a hat and to him this is no different. To me, this is craziness. My whole world has been upended overnight.

Jake pulls me up the steps and leads me into the jet with him, a sense of familiarity that feels so good. I missed this plane, I missed everything that was a part of him, of being with him. I missed our trips together.

With hugging, hand holding, affectionate gestures, and constant verbal praise, I never imagined he would be this way. I never saw it with any

his pocket and looks down at the vibrating gadget, a frown of frustration crosses his face. He glances at me, a fleeting moment

help you?” he sounds tense and glances

upset over this. She had to surface at some point, I couldn’t go on pretending she didn’t exist. His hand finds mine on my lap and pulls

My caring boyfriend.

Casanova could be this attentive? So in tune with me he knows when I need his

of weeks, so that will be a no.” He seems irritated. I try not to listen and lean my face against the window instead, concentrating on watching the airfield while the crew load our luggage and get ready to take-off, the door is still open, and I have the

to come more often.” He snaps. “OK, Marissa, I need to go … I’m taking my girlfriend on a break … Emma! Fuck off, Marissa. Just hang up before you say something you’ll regret.” He disconnects angrily and throws his phone across the aisle at another seat with surprising accuracy and aim, that fiery temper of his has seen many cells hurtling this way. He

me tenderly. I respond, trying to forget my upset in the midst of

warily, watching me, but I just shrug and tend to

there to talk about? I don’t want there to even be a situation with Marissa, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

eyes are boring into me and he hasn’t

updates … What’s expected of me before the baby comes.” He’s walking on eggshells trying to gauge my reaction and I look away as the tears rise inside of me. I don’t think I’ll ever feel

in closed down mode, knows when to step off a little. I may be improved Emma nowadays but it’s early days and easy to revert to kind. Although Jake