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

Chapter 194

“I don’t know where we are; somewhere Leila brought us. Sarah’s here too but I think she’s dead.” I watch as she slides ungracefully off the bar where her body previously was, and she ends up in a disheveled heap on the floor, behind her bar stool between two men who are seemingly ignoring her. For someone who thinks Sarah might’ve died I don’t seem overly concerned. I trip toward her a little, stooping to see if she’s breathing, almost losing my balance, and nearly fall on top of her. “Never mind. She’s just snoring,” I slur down the phone with a dramatic sigh of relief. I slump down on my knees beside her to peel what looks like a beer mat off her cheek.

Yay, my friend isn’t dead after all. But that is disgusting.

I hold the beer mat out in front of me and squint, looking at the blurry, sticky vile thing, before tossing it casually over my shoulder and rub my hands, on Sarah’s dress.

“For the love of God, are any of the three of you capable of something coherent? Emma put Leila on,” Jake commands, the tone of his voice riling me a little.

You’re supposed to be groveling for my forgiveness, not barking commands, Dick. Asshole. Gorgeous, sexy asshole … But I still hate you.

“Jerk.” I sniff down the phone and I swear Jake growls … like, actually growl.

I find myself sighing and attempt to a walk toward Leila, rolling my eyes, my defiant chin stuck in the air, instantly confused when I’m face down on a leather booth seat after the wall I was using to keep me upright opened into nothing.

“Ouch,” I murmur as my face peels painfully from the seat. I realize my phone is squished to my face, and I can hear Jake rather loudly in my cheek, opening my eyes I’m blinded by the lit screen near my eyeballs.

“Did you just fall? What the hell …?! Emma, hello?! Okay, look, hang up but don’t leave that bar. I’ll find you my way.” It sounds more like a threat and when I go to reply I realize he’s disconnected my call.

Asshole! I didn’t ask you to come for me. I don’t want you to come for me! You don’t know where I am anyway so good luck with that.

I crawl onto the booth in which I’m already lying and curl up on the seat trying to get a hold on these damn infernal tears. I should call him back and tell him to go to hell, but I don’t want to, part of me wants him to find me, to come and take care of me. Wanting him to ignore my pleas to stay away and do what Jake does – Come charging in all dominant mode trying to bend my will to his. If he does that maybe my confusion can take a long walk off a short pier for a while, give my mind a well needed break.

she’s not moved at all but as she’s too far away to get to, I’d rather rest first. I wiggle my feet out of my shoes and drop them on the floor, feeling an odd sense of heartache at this simple act. Jake always took my shoes off for me

wave of people mulling around the bar and floor. For a small place, it’s crowded and really noisy, with a thick foggy atmosphere. Maybe if I just drown it all out for

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music, and people, and a lot of noise. Warm fingers trace my jaw and I push my face into them, rubbing like a greedy cat at the touch. I choke on the atmosphere and come to in complete confusion. I find my neck stiff from the angle I’ve been curled up in at the corner of the booth. “I’m going to lift you up okay?” warm, strong, familiar arms slide under my legs and behind my back and I’m hoisted up against the smell of my Jake, the feel of him, his warmth, and his strength like some fantasy dream. I close my eyes, nuzzling into him, wanting this dream to last forever. I want the safe

looking right at Jake’s face. Not a dream or a hallucination but really him and the pain of what that means right now is sheer agony. I choke back the gulf of emotions at seeing him

this up

has literally stopped beating. He looks beautiful, if a little tired and sexy and ruffled, yet completely here and familiar

and came for me. Impulsively I reach out to that beautiful face and poke him in the cheek, checking that he’s real and not some sweet figment

did he do that? I shouldn’t be surprised with

My asshole … Jerk!

is still too pretty!” I sigh in defeat, looking

and just lifts me up with a

I mumble, as coherently as I can, regaining my senses, surprised at the slurring mess I hear in my own

How long was I

to the car already. He’ll come back for Leila in a sec and I have your shoes here.” He lifts his fingers that are under my legs and I see my shoes swinging below

course, Jake would never

to focus on the double Jake I can see in front of me. I know why he’s here, but I need the

it brings me an odd sense of comfort. “You don’t need to like it but I’m

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