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

I follow the direction of his hateful gaze and see Jake standing about twenty feet from him. He has another few men in front of him, talking to him. He looks completely unscathed, less agitated than Ben and requiring a lot less force to keep him still, not a hint of anything wrong with his attire at all. I let go of Leila and run for him, pushing in between him and the man shielding him back with a hand and throw myself around him. The tears coming from nowhere. He seems to jolt back to reality at my touch, and instantly relaxes, tension I hadn’t seen in his face seeping from his rigid body. His hands come to my face and pulls my chin up to bring our eyes to one another.

“Hey … Don’t cry.” He soothes, the furrow on his brow deepening and showing remorse instead of anger. “Bambino, hey … Stop now.” His arms come around me completely, his face and mouth come into my neck, surrounding me wholly. He squeezes the life out of me, lifting me from my feet in a bear hug that almost winds me.

The rage inside of me rises surely and so suddenly now that I know he’s okay, the fact that Jake physically pushed me out of his way in a nightclub to fight with some idiot over her. It sparks to the surface without warning, igniting crazily, I shove him off hard and square up to him as best I can, being so much shorter.

“Don’t ever do that to me again,” I yell at him, tears replaced with anger, his face a picture of disbelief. He goes to grab me, but I hit him away angrily, the fire inside me fully blazing. Jealousy eating my soul.

How could he behave like that in a nightclub? He pushed me aside and physically attacked someone? No. He attacked the person who stole Marissa from him, the girl he doesn’t care for anymore—apparently!

That, more than anything, is at the root of my drunken fury. My insecurity piqued and sensitized and irrational Emma on a full-blown tirade in her woozy state.

“I’m going home!” I snap, giving him no chance to answer. I turn away, looking around for Leila, for anyone to get me away from him and the utter rage I am in right now.

“Emma?” Jake comes at me again, apprehension all over his face. I’m beyond livid, I need him not to touch me. I spin away and march back in the direction of Arrick, who’s standing nearby, looking toward Leila with Ben. She’s got her arms around her brother’s waist and is talking to him, crying her eyes out, pleading with him, all the while he’s glaring over her head at Jake with unveiled venom.

coming, instant defensive Emma, so honed and acting impulsively. Incensed with anger. I don’t even geta chance to feel the burn wave through

at it on the hard, concrete street. Jake is most definitely getting the upper hand and the look of sheer hatred emanating from his

holding my arm tightly

commands the driver while I wriggle, trying to get my hand free

no! … Your brother is back there fighting … I’m not leaving him.” I yell aggressively and try another twist at my arm to get free. His grip only tightens, and it

… Jake used to spend a lot of his younger life beating the crap out of people, Emma, I’m seriously not worried. Ben should be though … My brother is an accomplished fighter and Ben just touched the one thing in the world that flipped Jake’s psycho switch.” He seems almost proud

smirk, the slight curve of his mouth, the straight brows and intense glare

me away make him come? He’s back there fighting over his ex-girlfriend.” I snap, tears biting at

frown then shrugs and murmurs, “Women,” almost sarcastically. When the car is up to speed on the road, he

dominance and manipulation, just like his brother. “Look, Emma, just relax and let me take you home. I know him better than most. Trust me to get him home … Deal?” He holds out a muscular, squared hand and throws me his most charming smile as though asking me to shake on it. Jake’s smile in a face that is weirdly both like and not like his. I soften a little, despite my head full of anger, insecurity, and chaos and stuck back somewhere on the street of New York where my boyfriend is reenacting a scene from

your birthday.” I shake his hand then look away, my mind still racing back to what’s happening with him as my

he likes to start this shit with Jake, it’s been ten

can he have anymore

what? If Ben’s the one who hurt Jake, then why is Ben the one causing an issue?” I blanche at him pointedly, confusion