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

He helps me pack my things back into my bag silently. We had lain in silence, just entwined, until the pilot called to inform us the jet would be ready for take-off by the time we got to the airfield. He watches me steadily but leaves me alone with my thoughts, he knows I won’t talk about this anymore. The wall is up on the matter and I’m already filing it into the back of my head with all the other crap I never want to face. I won’t bring it up again, much like I never bring Marissa up. He knows me well enough to leave it alone, now that he seems to finally understand how I tick inside.

I feel like a complete failure. I’m numb from over thinking, pushing it all back into the recess of my mind, back into that little black box with the rest of my heartache and terrors.

Back with the child who used to cry herself to sleep in fear of her bedroom door creaking open in the darkness.

* * *

As we settle into the plane, Jake looks me over thoughtfully and slides my hand into his. I’ve been quiet ever since we packed and left alone to my internal dialogue.

“Instead of going home I want to take you someplace … After this, I think you need it.” He leans down, brushing his lips across mine, followed by his fingertips.

“I just want to go back to New York, Jake.” I sigh and close my eyes, willing this to be over and for us to be high above Chicago already. I need the miles between me and this wretched memory.

“It’s in New York … My parents’ house in the Hamptons. I want to take you home for the rest of the weekend, miele. To the place I grew up.” He straps his seat belt on.

“I don’t know.” I look away out of the window, utterly deflated and exhausted. I just want to close my eyes and go to sleep now. I want to wake up back home and act like none of this ever happened.

“Trust me, a change of scenery will do you good … My mother wants to meet you as my girl, finally, not just as my PA. She’s been driving me mad with calls about bringing you home. The trip will make you feel a hundred times better, bambino.” He flashes his charming smile at me, and I melt. Bending me to his will again with a smoldering look and a flash of pearly whites. I shake my head at him, a hint of a smile playing on my lips and see the relief wash over his face.

“I already had the pilot plot the flight plan to the Hamptons.” He admits sheepishly, I bat at him with my hand, but he only catches it and kisses my fingertips.

ever known.” I smile quietly at

the determination?” Pulling my hand to his lap and wrapping both of

affectionately, my heart heals a little as he gives me his best “You’re welcome” smile and a look that sends me

* * *

our arrival and sweeps Jake into a motherly hug. This isn’t the first time I’ve met the tall, lithe, beauty of

Jake responds before kissing her on the cheek and moving out of the way for her to wrap herself around me enthusiastically. I’m little overwhelmed but hug her anyway. Jake has been getting me used to being manhandled so much of late that this kind of affection is welcome when it

accent and is the reason Jake litters his English with Italian affections. Standing tall with

down at the short, floaty, floral print dress I changed into at the airfield, a present from Jake via Donna.

glowy, your hair is lovely this length too, really makes you appear ridiculously cute and young.”

much so I sometimes just want to squeeze the

love, chi l’avrebbe mai detto?” She pinches his cheek before heading to the kitchen with us in tow across the grand marble hall, past a huge sweeping staircase.

about the others she has coming to stay this weekend, it seems Arrick and his newest love interest are to come. Jake’s cousin and his wife and a couple more of the

… I do want her to still be here by the time I’m ready to go.” He jokes and receives a pout from that beautiful mother of his.

the girl who finally reigned in the Stallone Italiano and tamed him.” She laughs, patting him on the

as she winks playfully at him. “I swear you’re killing my relationship before I even get a ring on her finger.” He scolds as I giggle at them and she spins suddenly.

She hones in like a blood hound, her eyes flashing merrily as she searches our

bite my lip and hold my breath. We have barely covered this subject and

her calculating which part of the grounds would make a good wedding alter. My