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

Just great!

I like Arrick’s girlfriend, I guess, she’s sweet and shy and despite being maybe five years younger than me it’s striking how similar we look. Both with tawny hair, highlighted to blonde in waves, both small and busty with soft gray blue eyes. I guess the Carrero brothers have a type. The only obvious difference I can see is she seems incredibly shy and mousy whereas I’m more of a silent, outwardly confident type by manufacture. She shadows me to the loungers and seems relieved to get a seat right beside me on the double bed.

Jake and Arrick strip off across the other side of the pool, so different in build. Arrick is athletic and young with a lot of lean muscle to his frame whereas Jake is all hard ridges, muscle, and manliness. There is a lot more of him next to his smaller sibling. He throws me a look and a smile that screams ‘game on’ and then dives expertly into the water, closely followed by his equally stunning younger brother.

“Wow, Jake has a lot of tattoos.” Cara exclaims, watching the men in wonder. I glance over at her and get that familiar hint of jealousy starting to rise from my stomach. Her eyes are wide with appreciation and her mouth parted; I can see she’s starting to pant.

For god’s sake.

“Yeah, I guess … He got them all in his later teens I think.” We have never really talked about the tribal ink across his upper torso and scattered down his arms. I know he also has one on his upper back spreading across his shoulder blades, all black and no color.

“It’s kind of hot, I wonder if Arrick would get some?” she whispers dreamily watching the two swimming easily across the pool before splashing water at each other. I can hear Jake’s laugh echo my way and it makes my insides clench.

Is it now? Want to put your eyes back in your head sweetie?

“I’m sure his parents wouldn’t be impressed,” I respond flatly. “I know they both hate Jake’s.” Which isn’t entirely dishonest. I know they had both given him a lot of grief about them at first, but no one seemed to notice the additions in later years. Jake mentioned wanting a new tattoo briefly only recently.

“What’s to hate? I mean on that body they only accentuate things.” She grins, then immediately drops it when she catches my look, inner green-eyed me scowling unnecessarily. I know it’s normal to check out Jake, everyone does it, but I don’t need someone sitting beside me verbalizing it. Especially not someone so young and beautiful with an obvious resemblance to me. A younger less fucked-up model.

That’s called severe insecurity, Emma!

hastily. “How long have you been dating?” She asks quietly, obviously trying to make amends for the eye ogling, her eyes still on the water and the now

long at all but as Jake always tells me this relationship started long before it did and I’m happy to let her

Marking your territory?

Her eyes once again flicking to him as he pulls out of the water

you need a poke in the brain, followed by a sharp poke in the throat!

out flatly and turn to the magazines on the low table, picking the first

heard Jake was a hopeless womanizer, more chance of getting blood from a stone.” She looks me up and down and I can

going to meet the water in a second and I’m sure swimming will be hard

myself, even though our relationship is far more complex, it sounds good to summarize it that way. I glance over at him and see his smile turned our

his distance, he doesn’t get a

to stave that off or were an absolute tiger in bed to keep him interested.” She smiles, her eyes focused on Jake as he pulls himself out of the pool, his shorts now clinging to his butt and thighs and showing off every muscle perfectly, not to mention how much he is packing below the waist. Her head follows his saunter across the side, eyes widening at his obvious bulge

I hate you.

my side, away from her, to get a grip of the irrational thoughts and violent intentions. Opening the magazine to make

shifts on the lounger and her foot grazes me as she maneuvers herself into a new position. Glancing back in anger catching her posing like a wanton

sweet

to where I’ve moved off and sits beside her instead, making me

the F …? Jake always soothes my

despite him shedding water all over her. Giving him a haughty glare, I go back and sit on the lounger next to them, I’m not leaving with him acting like an asshole. I sit a foot apart and pick up my magazine again, ignoring his grin and jutting my chin out in anger. I can feel that wicked gaze flicking my way and see the way he’s sprawled out

Asshole.