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

We’re sitting with feet entwined on the huge king size bed in Jake’s bedroom, backs against the padded headboard and a mountain of cushions with some action movie playing on his oversized flat screen TV hanging from the ceiling. There are Chinese food tubs standing all over the bed around us, open and easy to reach for dipping into.

I’m wearing one of his T-shirts after our not so clean bubble bath and he’s in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a naked torso, showcasing his chiseled body and tribal ink perfectly. I have a serious case of ‘my boyfriend’s so hot’ swoons as I watch his muscular arms and shoulders flex and tense as he shovels food into his mouth with the expertise of an avid Chinese food eater. He leans forward with chop sticks full of noodles and pops it in my mouth without waiting to ask if I even want any, his eyes glued to what he’s watching. I’m being obedient and letting him stuff me full of food despite having the ability to feed myself. Amused by the way Jake has this constant need to tend to my every need like a mother hen.

Somehow, I like it like this, that he looks after me in small ways I would never have guessed him capable of. Force feeding me his food seems to be a recurring thing. He never seems to feel I’ve eaten enough and is always trying to ram food in my mouth.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, which is standing open and one of his security staff appear, dressed all in black. Another faceless person I’ve yet to find out the name of.

“Mr. Carrero … Daniel Hunter is here to see you,” he states apologetically, averting his eyes as he sees my long, naked legs on top of the sheets and his extremely scarce shirt covering over my body. I’m glad I put some underwear on after our bath.

“Send him in,” Jake replies with a mouthful, still not taking eyes off his movie, he leans to the end of the bed yanking up the throw which normally gets laid neatly there by the housekeeper and pulls it over my lower half. It makes me smile; he obviously didn’t like the fact his security just checked me out. He covers me up while still chewing and watching his godawful film. Jake is a contradiction in so many ways, laid-back and confident yet also a little, green-eyed jealous child who doesn’t like other men looking at me.

The green eyes suit him.

The man walks away while I make a mental note to learn the names and make friends with this almost invisible staff I occasionally see now that I live here, especially the house keeper, Nora, who is the master of discretion. I feel ignorant and awkward when I see them in passing. It never bothered me when I was just his PA because they were his staff, and I was staff. But this was my home now and I don’t want to be rude.

looks me up and down oddly, I guess he’s trying to figure out why I’m still on the scene, it’s been over a month since the yacht trip he was on with us and he knows

noticed his lack of alcohol on our trip, but he’s never mentioned it was intentional “She’s not my little woman, she’s my better half.” He throws Daniel a look that’s hard to translate, they have their own language these two. Goes hand in hand with the special bromance of

better half.” Daniel salutes me with a smile and I smile back, he’s an odd one and our relationship is still in the teething stage.

a mutual friendship now I’m no longer staff. I

as though granting permission to dig in and both men sit glued to the movie in silence for a few moments. It’s some loud, all shooting, all exploding, macho male thing

for that bet

the tub of food he’s eating

really pissed

top of his perfect fair skull. Daniel may have a fetish for one-night

star, isn’t that like the lowest you can go. A girl who’s paid to let

they’re not prostitutes. I happen to like a girl who can get down and dirty and knows what she’s doing.”

like prostitute’s, mate.” Jake

long ago you weren’t so high and mighty with the standards.

if you finish that sentence, you’ll regret it.” Jake warns, an instant frost to the atmosphere between them. For a moment, there’s a