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.

nose bringing out a smile in me,

the corner of his document held slightly to the side. “What details?” I

rather than at him, aware how much it still aches to talk about this and swallow it down. I know he has to go to LA again soon for the first of the maternity meets, but with things still in limbo he’s refused to do anything

she making this more awkward?” I ask finally once I have my emotions fully under control.

Marissa’s games were the start of Jake’s need to always have the upper hand. He has no idea how ironic his statement

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

winks at me and despite myself, 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

floor with you,

of somberness which makes him frown at me, he leans down giving me an almost upside-down kiss on the mouth, sticking his 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

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. “It’s not even close to what I’ll agree

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

to 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

her.” I pout jealously, anger overtaking me and

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

going to come with me this time?” his serious tone and despite really trying to agree, I shake my head. I still can’t do this. He sighs but says