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

“I still love you, Jake, but I’m so confused right now and so hurt. I was always yours. I don’t know how else I could’ve made you believe it. What else I could have said or done?” I’ve no idea what else to say after that. So many things are running through my head, trying to process that Jake could be as insecure as me in our relationship has completely thrown me, I never imagined someone like him would doubt anything; let alone how I felt about him.

“You didn’t need to, baby. I should’ve realized it before acting like the world’s biggest asshole. I love you more than anything in the world, you have to believe that.” He catches my other wrist and pulls both hands up, so I’m drawn toward him, his forehead touching mine, giving me no option but to obey.

His alluring green eyes meet mine, but they are dark and foreboding with the intensity of his emotions. Emotions matching mine.

I missed those eyes so much, like doorways to my soul.

“You’re mine, you’ll always be mine, and I’ll literally rip the world apart to keep you, bambino.” He leans in and I know he’s going to kiss me, moving in slowly, his eyes focused on my mouth with a hint of longing so intense it stings through my chest. My heartbeat rises in tempo and my blood runs cold as fear overtakes me. My breathing hitches as he gently grazes his lips across mine, soft, warm, and tender. Familiar lips that I could almost fall into, hoping to erase the pain they caused.

Marissa floods into my head smirking at me, pulling Jake’s mouth to hers while her eyes bore into the recesses of my mind, forcing me to push him away sharply.

“I can’t … Not yet.” I gasp yanking back trying to reel in the crazy burst of emotions that are overwhelming me, suffocating me, and making my body tingle crazily. He lets me loose with a sigh and a look on his beautiful face of utter deflation.

“I understand. I told you, whatever you need, no matter how long it takes. I’m going to do whatever it takes to have you back with me.” The sincerity in his voice helps calm me.

“I can’t think straight … I’m so tired and overemotional.” I sag against the couch, letting out a slow breath, wiping more tears from my already sensitive face. The hangover hits me hard again and fatigue pushes at my eyelids cruelly. I long for some peace in this nightmare for just a little while, all this emotional roller coaster has done is make me crave for sleep.

lies down, his arms and legs around me, spooning me. I don’t fight or struggle. I’m too tired to protest or resist, a part of me wants this, after everything that he’s

anywhere; I could use the sleep too. I was up all night checking on drunk women.” He buries his face in the back of my hair and breathes me in, surrounding me with the security that I’ve been aching for. My mind is telling me to push him away, but

weak, just like her! Your mother would be

tired for any of this. I know I shouldn’t let him touch me, but I can’t compete against this. I’m tired, broken, and hungover and right now, lying here in his arms is

say. “Then I should go.” I’m already relaxing into him, tiredness fuzzing out my brain, like being enveloped into a soft, fluffy, warm room after a terrifyingly cold night. It’s so easy to relax in his arms, they’ve always been my safety net

stroke my arm. It’s all so familiar and so

* * *

jump, dreaming I was falling, my heart racing as I bump back to reality. Jake’s

a warm, fur throw over us and the room is so dark it’s almost impossible to see. The only lights on show are coming from New York’s sparkling glow through the long, wide window behind us and I guess we must’ve slept for hours as it’s the middle of the night. His

turn to him, I

me a little, clearing his throat to sound more awake, a huge lump hitting me in the stomach. The surge of emotion at his closeness and all his Jake mannerisms. He sounds unsure, wondering if I’m going to ask to go home. I can feel

at his tenderness. He freezes, his body going stiff , a

pounced out in the dark. There’s a mild hint of confusion in his voice as

like you don’t love me anymore or don’t give a shit about how

there as soon as you did. I swear I’ll never, ever hurt you, never betray you again. I’m sorry, sorrier than I can ever find the words to tell you. No one hates what I did more than me. Please, Emma, just give me one chance and I