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

I watch him resist, but he wants me, it’s singing out from every pore of his body. I know he has very little will when it comes to me. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck as he leans in to go for another soft kiss, catching him by surprise and he tumbles on top off me gloriously.

“Fuck’s sake, Emma!” He snaps in sparking anger rolling off me onto the bed with a furious glare and jumps up onto his feet like a panther. “I could’ve hurt you or the baby.” His lust replaced with sheer annoyance. I instantly bristle and scowl at him; spurned on by his overreaction and the rejection to what I really need.

“Is this what I have to endure for eight months? Being treated like fine china and pandered to? Regardless of my behavior?!” I snap, frustration turning me into that crazy monster he once denied an orgasm to in his mother’s gardens, my good old trusty anger bouncing up out of nowhere to devour me again.

“Yes!” His retort is nowhere near as anger fueled, but it still pisses me off majorly.

“No fucking way.” I haul myself off the bed and start slamming through cupboards looking for clothes. I have some here that Jefferson collected, and the new things Jake ordered for me. Rage is coursing through me that he would deny me this, that he of all people, would be annoyed at ME about this.

“What are you doing?” He follows me and tries to haul me back with a hand on my upper arm, but I shove him off aggressively.

“I’ll leave you and go back to Queens if you’re going to start being like this.” I huff and stamp around, knowing I’m being crazy and irrational. Jake’s just trying to be the good guy and I’m acting like the bitch that I have been for weeks; acting this way because he doesn’t bloody well touch me anymore.

Your choice, Emma!

than a little hurt. I glance up and catch the expression on his face, his little lost boy look, and

me pushing him away as a hindrance!” I snap and turn on him with tears in my eyes. “I miss you … The real you, not this over gentle and walking on eggshells

it’s what you need. You think rushing back into sex is going to fix how you feel? Well, it’s not and I don’t want it that way.” He runs a hand through his hair in complete frustration and starts pacing around the side of the bed to avoid being too close to me. He’s agitated and angry and something else; hopeless. He’s out of his depth with this, just as I am, neither of us knowing what we should

version of you! I need the Jake who came after me in Chicago; who pushed me into a hotel wall and kissed me; the Jake who stormed across a dance floor to find me. I need him to come get me because I’m so damned lost right now.” I cry, a sudden wave

risk losing you by rushing things and pushing you further from me. I would die without you.” He implores me pleadingly. Stopping his frantic walking and comes

need?” I

like it or not, and sometimes I know what you need more than you do, yet you’re too damn stubborn to trust me on it!” He barks back

You’re just arrogant; always thinking you know what I need, but most of the time you don’t have a fucking clue about what I really need or want.” I rant, storming and pacing, every ounce of me burning with heated fire. I’m angry at him and at myself for God knows what; an all-consuming fury that needs to be released. These past few weeks I haven’t let all this pour out, not this way anyway. All my outbursts and tantrums have been aimed at other issues and lots of

the consequences … Scream it at me if you have to, because right now I need to hear it. Hear once and for all that you fucking love me enough

harshness of my temper breaking free. “I need her to not be pregnant with your baby because I hate them both, and I don’t care if you’re disgusted at me for it. I want us to be normal, for none of this to hurt this way because it all hurts so damn much, and I did not need an unplanned pregnancy thrown in the mix to royally fuck my head up more than it already is. I don’t even know how to feel about this baby other than I don’t want to get rid of it and that has me crazy as hell … You want to know why I didn’t want the house, Jake? Because I’m scared, I’m so goddamn fucking scared of all of this, because it’s real and frightening. All I’ve ever had in life to show me what relationships are is a fucked-up, selfish bitch of a mother who let men abuse me, and a father who let himself get paid off to never fucking come near me again after years of acting like I didn’t exist! I don’t believe that anyone can ever truly love me the way you say you do, or that you’ll stay with me and protect me when no one else has, why would you? You alone have the power to destroy me and leave me broken without any effort on your part and giving myself over to you fully is utterly terrifying! What I do fucking need, Jake, is just one piece of frickin normal, for one day, to stop me going out of

has just exited the building, and all that’s left is emotional exhaustion and a lot of light headedness. I don’t even know if what I’ve screamed, rather psychotically, at him made any sense. I just got lost in the outpouring of every single emotion that’s been bubbling

around me, slowly, and tightly and he lifts me up into him; cradling me as he slides us both onto the bed to sit entangled. His mouth coming close to my cheek, his breath tickling my face, and his whole body is completely still; calm beneath me despite seeing the woman he loves turn into some crazy, ranting,

and calm down the flood of pain to listen to the voice that seems to run through me with every word. I sigh and sag into him fully. “I’m scared … I love you so much and I know I’m messing it all up despite trying so fucking hard. I need you, Emma, more than air, more than anything and I can’t lose you. It would end me. I have no idea how to navigate this because I’ve never been here before. I’m just hoping that I know you well enough to try to guide you when you’re struggling.” The painful