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,

to make me something light. Nora replies saying something about home-made chicken

of them are acting like I

crumble. My vision blacking out and my body losing all control, Jell-O legs and

harshly with my limbs. I realize

running toward

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

weakly. “I don’t think I fainted, but I don’t feel so good.” I slump against his chest, knowing what’s coming next and I don’t have the energy or inclination to argue. I’m completely out of whack and ready to lie down and stay in bed just

lift your head there will be hell to pay.” He’s in snappy, bossy Carrero mode.

… That’s my Carrero; a vision of

God I’ve missed you.

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 presses it, the TV coming down from the concealed space in the ceiling, choosing a romantic chick flick for me from the menu. His

moved out of this bed; even once,” he commands. His eyes fiery and his face completely serious. It makes my inner nerves jump a little in a tug of

and the fact he’s left the room to call his doctor makes my heart swell a little. Through all my crazy internal emotional mess it’s this part of him that always wins

worried about me. It’s so sweet it’s almost funny as is his choice of movie

Things I Hate About

knows I’m emotionally all over the place with how I feel about him, and he’s using movies the way he uses iTunes; except this film is for me

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

bug but I’m positive there’s nothing for him 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 working. Jake doing what he does while he lets me relax and just enjoy the