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

Jake is right, less than half an hour later the lovely Doctor Rachael Brown is shown into the room to examine me. I

tell her there’s no point evicting Jake as he’ll only linger, asking questions, at the closed door every two minutes distracting her from her job. He has an air of command oozing from him and he’s in a no-nonsense mood. He’s already hanging at the side of bed with a grim expression on his face, as though he wants to beat someone.

“Doctor.” He nods her way and watches her like a hawk.

She smiles, indulgently, and gives me a sympathetic look. I guess she’s met a few overprotective men in her career and looks like she can handle the Carreros of this world.

“So, now, how can I help here?” She smiles sweetly, her voice as smooth as honey, with one perfectly manicured hand she runs a stray copper hair back into her neat French roll. She looks more like one of Jake’s top executives than a doctor.

“She’s passed out more than once recently, this morning being the latest and she vomited when we were out earlier. Something is just off with her. I can feel it. She never gets sick.” Jake’s husky tone and narrowed gaze is almost impaling her hands. He’s watching intently as she moves a stethoscope toward me.

“You know she’s not going to stab me with it, right?” I giggle at him and watch his facial expression soften slightly. He gives me half a smile and the doctor smirks from the corner of her mouth as she encourages me to pull down the sheets so she can get to my chest and abdomen.

Jake walks over to his wardrobe and comes back with a T-shirt. I’m just wearing underwear right now, so he holds it out to me as the doctor moves behind me to listen to my back and I slide it on over my head awkwardly.

“Do you have any other symptoms or concerns?” She’s gazing at me intensely, checking my throat and glands, generally fluttering around my body while she listens to me. Her hands are surprisingly soft and warm and completely non-intrusive despite being all over me.

“I want to sleep an awful lot, constantly feel exhausted, a little weak I guess, and I’ve noticed I’m hungrier than normal.” I sigh and catch Jake’s eyes narrow even further. I know he’s accusing me of not telling him something important. It’s not like wanting more food and being crazy tired is a symptom of anything but emotional exhaustion and insomnia. So he can take that glare elsewhere! I narrow my eyes back at him and I’m met with that stubborn furrow of his brow.

“Hmm, mmm, hmmm.” The doctor pulls something from her bag, a book, and jots some things down.

Unusual behaviors or cravings?” She’s not looking at me but instead rummaging in her bag pulling out some bottles and vials then moving to

not that I can think of.” I hate being put

my own body. “I’ve been distracted with other things lately, so I’ve not really taken much notice of

explain, smiling. But then I catch Jake’s glare dissipating, he looks completely guilt ridden and hangs his head a little. The effect is devastating, and a surge

out and cuddle him and make it go away. He

you okay with that?” She blinks at me with a professional smile and I nod. I catch Jake in the corner of my eye; hands in pockets, leaning back against the flat gray paintwork with the air of a guy who has no will to do anything but wait and watch. He’s obviously mulling things over in his head; lost in his own regrets and

come to my rescue but there’s no way I

has collected, all cups and samples and moves to the oak unit that sits against the bedroom wall. She is spending a long time pouring, dipping, and using other chemicals and powders in her chemistry kit. It’s fascinating to watch her,

clear it up. No one has said a word in what feels like an eternity, there are long tense silences and the apartment is eerily

wall and comes to sit on the bedside helping me fix his T-shirt, so I can remove my uncomfortable bra from underneath. He pulls up my sheets, kissing me lightly on the forehead as though I am a simple sick child in need of mothering. He plumps the cushions for me wordlessly, guarding his emotions, his face is set in a blank expression, but his body language betrays his worried

deep breath very slowly, emanating

discuss a diagnosis in front of Mr. Carrero?” She eyes me kindly; a no-nonsense attitude and raised brow that tells me she has every intention of evicting him if necessary. Jake stiffens. He either doesn’t like her question and it’s grating on his infamous ego, most likely bristling with attitude ready to take

drama that would ensue if I dared

Jake who has been riled by her attitude. I know him too well. He’s clasping my hands playing with my fingers in his I’m nervous as hell way; but to anyone else,

isn’t fazed at all, she starts sliding her tools back into her open case, smoothing down her jacket, in

would have admired, and smiles

my face.

eight months of TLC won’t cure, and I’ll have your blood tests checked for low iron.” She smiles, seemingly