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

I wake up and try to stretch out, but I’m restricted by Jake’s heavy body, wrapped around me like always. If I have one complaint about my lover, it’s this unearthly way of sleeping. He literally manages to get as much skin on skin and limb twisting as possible and somehow maneuvers me into positions while unconscious that defy the human body’s ability to bend.

I slide a leg out from between his, rotating my foot to get some feeling back and attempt at retrieving an arm which has gone to sleep pressed under his weight. He is impossible to get loose from in bed, the second I move free he reaches out and re-curls himself to me, pulling my limbs to how he wants them around him. He’s sleeping heavily, I can tell by his deep, even breaths, so moving slowly I manage to get myself loose with some effort.

Sitting up beside him, I gently stroke his cheek with a smile on my face. His sleeping habits are more of an insecure child longing for cuddles than the confident awake Carrero, just another layer to my fascinating man that endears him to me.

I get up, finding a robe quickly and head out to the upper deck for some air. It’s dark but the horizon has hints of color as though sunrise is not far away, the air is cool and refreshing after his stifling body temperature.

I was dreaming about my mother again, lately she’s been plaguing my thoughts. I don’t know if it’s because of Jake being in my life this way, I somehow feel obliged to tell her, or if it’s just being with him which has started to make me feel differently about my decision to see her again. She is still my mother and being with Jake has shown me what she’s always been searching for and never found, which, in a way, is sad. That one guy who can bring such happiness to her life, the way Jake has mine and I have some remorse about it now.

Is it wrong to want to find love? To be that desperate for it that you push away all the bad and try not to see it.

There’s no denying he’s changed me in so many ways, he’s brought that cold ice queen PA back in touch with emotions and feelings that I could never have imagined coming back to. Changed my way of thinking completely.

I’ve seen my mother in a different light and yet come back around to feeling some sort of forgiveness toward her in such a short space of time. Maybe it’s because Jake told me about my father and somehow, it’s made my mother more appealing to me. Despite her flaws she kept me, raised me, and in her own way, I know she loves me. No amount of money in the world would have made her walk away, even when she chose her lovers over me, in the end it was I who left and she never tired of asking me to come back to Chicago.

the thoughts which woke me. The call of his body luring me back to lay beside him, as though it’s starting to fade at his lack of presence. I am a butterfly who

in bed slowly, he’s shifted in his sleep, so he’s moved away to lie on his back and it’s easier for me to lay down beside him. Placing my head on his chest, his arm automatically comes around me, pulling me up tight against him, his chin comes to my head. He makes me smile; even asleep he somehow has this sixth

time … I always wake up when you leave me.” I sense his smile against my hair, the irony of his sentence. He told me that my going away

guess I’d been dreaming about her.” I shrug nonchalantly and

he asks cautiously, he still has no idea how to tread over the subject of my mother. As far as I know, he thinks I should have a relationship with her because she gave birth to me. I’ve always known he had some mixed feelings about the woman who left me subjected to so much in my youth, but his own relationship with his mamma has made him

Then part of me feels like I’ve so much more to say to her.” His other arm comes

always regret not trying to talk to her again. If you want to see her, I’ll come with you … For moral support.” His hand moves up to my hair and begins caressing my scalp

like that,” I utter softly, closing my eyes and listening to the steady beat of his heart in his chest, lulling me back into calmness. I think about the fact that old Emma never wanted Jake near her past or her mother, yet here we and I’m happy to have him with

take note of his sudden change in demeanor. I

not want to come to Chicago?

bluntly, alerted and I too tense, sensing something is off. He sighs heavily as though he’s just

in the uncovered window ports. I’ve learned that when he thinks an argument is likely he’ll always get up and pull pants on. It amuses me as somewhere in my head I wonder if he’s protecting his tackle in case

I stutter in confusion