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

He’s going to see her; he’s going to stay away from New York and talk about his future with Marissa’s baby and I don’t want it to be happening.

“Nora will come in and change the bed for you, bambino, she’ll make you dinner around five … Make sure you eat, okay?” He lingers over me, a look in his eye of reluctance. “I’ll be back before you know it … Don’t go to work tomorrow, stay here, and take some you time. I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay and okay.” I smile emptily, wrapping my arms around his neck one last time, pushing down all my inner upset before he slides up and waves. He grabs my foot at the end of the bed and strokes down my sole gently, causing me to flinch and giggle. He pauses, looking one more time as though he’s reluctant to leave then turns and goes. I think maybe he’s feeling it too, that trepidation at leaving me, at going to see her. I hold it together and let him go.

* * *

Jake finally calls me around midnight, when he’s just getting to his hotel and he seems a million miles away. I miss him so much, even more so laying in this huge bed in his apartment all alone. The security staff have an outer hall that leads to a corridor of small rooms outside Jake’s main apartment, so they rarely come inside unless needed. Nora left around seven to go home to her cats after I finally spent some time getting to know her while she cooked. Here I am in this huge, modern apartment, which lacks any home comforts, all on my lonesome.

“This hotel sucks,” he sighs down the line, sounding so much huskier than his normal voice, he sounds tired and agitated and as unhappy as I feel.

“Are you slumming it in something less than five stars?” I ask giggling. Knowing that would never happen.

“It’s a shitty Carrero hotel.” He returns, his voice betraying the fact he’s smiling. Jake has always tried to avoid staying in his hotels for some unknown reason to me that I always found hilarious; all those trips all over and he had me booking us into anything but a Carrero hotel.

“Why on earth are you staying in one of those?” I ask, laughing at the irony.

“Seems my stand in PA is a bitch.” He laughs, I know he has Margo still on staff, filling in for our disappearing acts. She asked that she be allowed to work on, even when I returned, finding the life of a retiree unfulfilling. So technically, he now has two PAs. Margo has been given an office elsewhere on the sixty-fifth floor all of her own, with regular office hours which seems to suit her much better.

to stick you like that.” I giggle, turning

a younger PA I frequently bend over my desk put her nose out

and just ignore his comments about sex. It’s always sex with

even laid eyes on one. I would never have gone to one without Jake as its price tag is above anything I could ever have afford, they are in the top tier of luxury

glamour and ridiculously expensive … Nothing modern … Much like my father and his Godfather tastes.” He sighs and then I get it right away. The hotels are his father’s babies, the style and service something he established long before Jake

working extra hard to make you happy … Being

all dress like maître d’s from Disneyland … My father really has no clue at all.” He pauses, going silent for a moment and I’m hit with that tug of longing even harder. I want him here

why, Emma, but I hate this. I want you here, laid next to me,

not yet.” I admit honestly “I’m not okay with it yet. I need time.” I sigh, waiting

makes two of us, bella.” He sighs too, seeming so extremely far away from me. “Do you think you'll start coming with me sometime?” he asks

the actual birth for me to get over it but he doesn’t need to know that.

… It just sucks that I miss you this much already. This big

tug inside me, regretting staying here but I know that going would have caused a different kind of pain. I didn’t want to go and then feel angry at him the whole time we were in LA; I don’t want to address those feelings toward

late dinner. I hate airplane food … Then I’ll be in bed dreaming of you soon enough

be in the bed beside me so I can

way more,” he soothes with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Sweet dreams, bambino, dream of

inner body heating