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

Lounging in between Jake’s legs on the huge sofa in the family room feels amazing after the events of the day before, my head against his chest as he concentrates on a document in his hand and strokes my hair and neck with the other. I’m attempting to read a book, but the sheer blissfulness of our morning has me daydreaming idly instead. Every so often he plants a kiss on top of my head before turning his papers and silently focusing back on work; he’s reading through contracts for something I’ve no idea about.

When did this happen? When did I become so disconnected from the business side that I don’t even know what Jake’s reading through anymore?

I realize it doesn’t bother me at all, I like laying here detached from work while he still keeps tabs on things going on in his empire. I’m in danger of becoming a kept girlfriend at this rate and I’m not sure how I feel about it right now.

The maid comes in a little after ten and leaves us a fresh tray of coffee and bagels. We were up early for breakfast, revived, even with a lack of sleep. Both in the happiest of

moods and playful, tickling, and play fighting as we walked through the house.

Jake sighs heavily.

“This is the agreement with Marissa.” He strokes my face again as he feels me tense up. “I called the legal team and requested a new meeting to discuss the DNA test and some other minor details in the draft Marissa’s lawyer sent me.”

I curl around to my side, so I can look up at him, he smiles when we lock eyes.

That beautiful face.

bringing out a smile in me, despite his mention of

his document held slightly to the

can fit her into my schedule and not vice versa.” I look at the paper rather than at him, aware how much it still aches to talk about this and swallow it down.

I ask finally

if Marissa’s games were the

agree to anything she decides?” I push my other thoughts away. Trying so hard to

I smile. It’s true, she’s no idea what she is coming up against in him. He isn’t a fifteen-year-old boy anymore and if she hasn’t really known him as he grew up then she is about to get a rude

floor with you,

tongue in unexpectedly and then licking my chin playfully. I squeal in disgust and wriggle to get free, trapped in his muscular arm. He nibbles my cheek before releasing me and hauling me up against him from where I slid down. Grinning at me. Despite the shitty topic of conversation, he’s been

negotiating with her, most of her demands are plain stupid … She’s acting like a woman in a relationship.” He closes the papers and throws them onto a nearby table with a dramatic inhale.

you flew out there?” I nestle my head in his neck again, a little less likely to run and hide with the topic being opened again, adamant I need to try to face this. Knowing how he really feels about all of it has helped me, taken some of the sting out of it. Or maybe I am just starting to get used to the idea that this is happening after all.

an extent … The basics were agreed on. Marissa keeps adding demands anytime we get close to signing and now she wants me to spend a weekend a month in her condo with her, going to maternity and parenting classes. Plus, an additional day, every two weeks, going to some bonding shit so that we will work together for the sake of the baby. I don’t know what she’s been smoking but she can forget it.” He

to have you with her.” I pout jealously, anger overtaking

legs under me so I’m sitting on him instead, my head just slightly higher than his. I open my legs to sit more comfortably on top of him, still

and despite really trying to agree, I shake my head. I still can’t do this.