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

“We’re here, miele.” Jake lifts me from the car when I blink my eyes open. I’m sure it’s only been seconds since I closed them. I’m in his arms being lifted out of the car and the garage around us looks exactly like underground parking at his apartment, and I’m completely thrown.

“We’re home already?” I blink a few times snuggling closer into his strength still trying to get a grip on reality, confusion all over my face, severely disorientated.

“You fell asleep pretty quickly, bambino, you don’t look so white anymore, so I think it did you some good.” Jake brushes his mouth against my forehead with a soft smile.

What the hell is with the sleeping lately?

I close my eyes and let Jake carry me into the elevator and home. He’s right, I do feel better for having taken a nap. The nausea has subsided almost completely and now I just feel hungry. I know I should be fighting him to let me walk but my body and mind are in unanimous decision to let him do this.

I open my eyes when he lays me on the bed in his room. Nora has been in and cleaned up in that precise hotel-esque method of hers. The room is surprisingly comforting, and I take a breath feeling like I’ve returned home. I’m more than aware of the surge of happy elation it gives me and frown at myself.

“I don’t need to go to bed. I feel better and I’m hungry.” I smile as he slides down beside me on the neat sheets. I sit myself up a little, wary he might start wrapping himself around me, and cross my arms over my chest defensively.

“You’re staying here regardless. I’ll get you some food if you’re sure that’s what you want.” He frowns at me with a comical look on his face, his eyes take in my posture, and he moves away a little. Not that I blame him. Vomiting then asking for food isn’t exactly normal.

He lifts his fingers to my cheek, and I let them

linger there. “You still feel hot but you’re not so pale anymore.” The way his touch feels is more than enough proof that I should make it clear that I’m not ready for it.

“I guess the car just made me feel worse.” I shrug with one shoulder, nestling onto the bed a little more comfortably. I watch the way the sunshine comes into the room, lightening the color in his beautiful eyes to an almost transparent, gem-stone green. One thing Jake will always be to me is gorgeous, despite how much he has hurt me.

“Maybe.” Jake gets up and leaves the room,

saying something about home-made chicken soup, and

acting like I have

to tell him how ridiculous he’s being and instantly crumble. My vision blacking out and my body losing all control, Jell-O legs and complete disorientation as I stand far too

I groan, feeling the cold wood floor connecting harshly with my limbs. I realize that I

voice is followed by heavy boots running toward me and I’m being dragged

Why were you up? Are you okay?” He’s lifting me up onto the bed with him so I’m sitting in his lap, wrapped in him, aware my whole body has started to tremble and heat flushes across my face in a devastatingly horrible way; the rise of nausea strong again as dizziness gives way

knowing what’s coming next and I don’t have the energy or inclination to argue.

there will be hell to pay.” He’s in snappy, bossy Carrero mode. He sweeps back

he is … That’s my Carrero; a vision of

God I’ve missed you.

throw a mocked salute at him, still shaken, but lying down in the cool sheets helps. The overwhelming trembling is subsiding, and the nausea is calming down. He picks up the TV remote and

me the remote with a warning glint in his eye. “Stay put, Nora is making you food, I’m going to call the doctor. I’ll be back soon, and I better not find you’ve moved out of this bed; even once,” he commands. His eyes fiery and his face completely serious. It makes my inner

call his doctor makes my heart swell a little. Through all my crazy internal emotional mess it’s this part of him

so sweet it’s almost funny as is

Things I Hate

and he’s using movies the way he uses iTunes; except this film is for me to

you, Jake. I’m hurt, and I hate her. I’m just

I’m fine, physically, maybe in need of some bed rest and sleep. I’ve caught a little bug but I’m positive

again, another sign that I have a virus. I move to sit up as Jake’s hands come from beside me, lifting the cushions, helping me to sit. He’s on the bed next to me on top of the covers in sweats and a T-shirt with a mountain of files scattered beside him. I guess while I slept, he’s been keeping me company and