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

I squirm in anger to be released but Jake only tightens his hold and gives me a look that tells me to leave it alone.

“You know as soon as you let her go, she’s going to give you a black eye for that right?” Jake throws back, with an edge to his tone, and follows Daniel to the waiting car. It’s the black four by four, usually driven by Jefferson but he’s nowhere to be seen.

“Looking forward to her trying.” Daniel prods Leila in the ass, looking mightily pissed. “Still with me, kitten? You’re awfully quiet up there now.” He shifts her weight on his shoulder for a better grip; almost as though he’s trying to shake a response from her.

“Screw you,” Leila mumbles from her hanging head, hair falling over so I can’t make out her features, her hands are up near her face and suddenly I realize she’s crying.

“Leila?” I reach out toward her with my free hand. My insides hurting for her.

“Daniel … Man … You’ve fucking got that girl sobbing,” Jake snaps. Daniel spins his head toward us then looks up at the little ass on his shoulder and gives her a jiggle.

“Leila? Leila?” When she doesn’t answer, he slides her down to the ground, smoothly and protectively and pulls her to face him, lifting her chin in an almost tender way, meeting her wrath in the blink of an eye. Through tears and sobs she flies into furious hell-cat mode, slapping at his arms and chest wildly; claws unleashed in full fury mode.

“I hate you! I fucking hate YOU! … You don’t give a shit who you hurt or who you use! You ever smack me like that again and I’ll tear your fucking head off!” Her tears flowing and anger searing as she fights hard, but Daniel effortlessly restrains her, batting away her attempts to claw him, and shakes her into submission with a hard jerk.

the way Jake did earlier.” He grabs at her flailing hands, trying to restrain her once again, as she goes for another onslaught. I watch, holding my breath, while Jake tries to maneuver us

enough to come near

you, Leila, okay?! I just don’t know what the fuck to do about it,” Daniel snaps and shocks

don’t think I’ve seen

can’t help but watch with glued eyes at the pair of them standing on the sidewalk looking at

getting a cab, go away. I don’t need you to take me home and I don’t want your fucking help. I can handle my booze!” She yanks her wrists free and turns on her heels to attempt to storm away but Daniel

gag you and throw you in the trunk. Don’t try me, honey, we both know I’m enough of a cunt to do it.” Every time she turns from him, he hauls her back, meeting

you he cares and you’re still

change from sheer fury to something else, her face

fucking broken, anytime I get close.” Her rage has turned to angry crying, make-up pouring down her cheeks at an alarming rate, yet despite it she still looks breathtakingly

ready to jump in and defend my friend, ready to

her go and turns on his heel ready to walk off, but he catches Jake’s death glare, a look that says, don’t

you and look after her. I need to think when she’s not screaming in my face. She needs to sober up before we can

toward him but meets defensive palms and a look of utter