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

You’re killing me, Emma. I’ll do what you ask. Xxx I love you so much.

I don’t feel any better with his response, an inner wave of disappointment that he’s not trying to change my mind. Anger boils up inside of me, coming from nowhere, and with it the impulse to smash my phone off a wall.

What the hell is wrong with me? What is with my undying need to make Jake come after me and devour me?

It was the same when we fought after Arrick’s birthday. My anger wanted him to take me with a vicious passion, as though he had no control, and now here I am angry because he isn’t ignoring my wishes and pushing his way here to see me. It’s like I need the extreme from him. Maybe the lack of real love in my life growing up has caused this deep aching desire to have someone show their love in dominant ways. I can’t begin to analyze that right now. All I know is I want him to take away my decision to not see him, let his own needs takeover, that’s the Jake who swept me into his world. The guy who never took NO as an answer and pursued me regardless.

God. Maybe I do need therapy after all.

There’s a gentle knock on my door and Sarah pops her head around warily. Her eyes flickering over me in a very analytical way; she’s clearly assessing my mental state.

“Emma … honey? Are you up for a visitor? There’s someone here to see you.” She looks sheepish and my heart plummets in cold fear.

Oh, my God, he didn’t?! He couldn’t?! I really don’t want to see him. Forget all that pushing his way in stuff … NO!

She sees my face pale visibly and immediately cuts in.

“No, no, not him … God no … That girl you told me about. Leila?” She smiles in an almost terrifying effort at bravery and I sag with breathless relief.

… Leila.

wild, my face is tear-stained and puffy, God knows how crushed and dirty my lounge wear is. Sarah takes my fussing as a cue to let

the whirlwind that is Leila bounds in, dressed from head to toe in a gray tracksuit with fur trim and silver sparkly trainers. She’s like my modern-day Fairy Godmother. A crazy combination of sporty woman and cute child. She practically knocks me over with the force

an actual fucking idiot.” She releases me enough to gaze up at me with angry eyes, carrying on her dramatic emphasizing sign language. “I told him as much before I threw the contents of his kitchen at him a couple of hours ago, complete fucking idiot … I swear. Him and that shithead best mate of his both need a major fucking

Jake to be enduring right now. I can visualize her fiery little self, causing chaos in his immaculate kitchen with her mad temper. Images of her mounting a full-on arsenal of pans and cutlery flies

and a clean-up crew. I’m just sorry I have such a shit aim. He was stupid enough to tell me why you were no longer at the apartment; fuckwit!” She grins at me and I can’t help but smile back, beautiful, crazy, little Leila. I wish that smile meant she was joking but I

face though? As much as I hate him right now it would be devastating to know you ruined it.” I catch her wrist as she fusses with my mess of hair and just shake my head out of her palms. I know this mess is beyond repair and

cozy, for cocktails, music, and a girl chat. It’s an order not a request.” She lets me go and

my voice on the pleading side. My stomach is doing somersaults

like threesomes.” She winks at me with that devilish air that can only be described as Leila. She’s not going to take no for an answer. I sigh heavily and brace my

look like crap and I’m just

Leila take care of everything.” With one stubborn Leila look I know I’ve no hope in hell of

sit across from Leila and Sarah in a small

like crap. I don’t want to be here, but the force that is Leila not only whipped me

Sarah is in complete awe of this sassy,

me innocently. I

to the week Jake took me to the Caribbean and I flush with both