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

“We need to go out today, Emma.” Jake wakes me from my nap with a gentle kiss on the mouth. I’m on the couch where I fell asleep with a book. Kissing has made a definite come back, although Jake never lets it move into full-on passion. I know it’s because he doesn’t want to escalate things, but he has gone back to kissing me softly, tenderly, and sometimes a little erotically. I’ve managed to gain control of the Demon Bitch appearing in my head, with the kissing at least; she doesn’t pop in there as easily anymore.

“Where?” I stretch out and yawn. This last week I haven’t felt like doing anything or going out at all; morning sickness and tiredness are currently ruling my life. I guess I’m finally starting to accept the idea of a baby growing inside of me; appointments for doctors have been arranged for a week’s time. I’m not exactly jumping around with excitement, but at least I’m not trying to ignore that this child exists anymore. I’m slowly coming to terms with it; whether that acceptance has found happiness yet is another issue entirely, but I’m no longer fretting every time I think about it.

I’ve been lazing around the rooms, watching movies, eating a lot, and reading; curled up with him or watching him workout at the gym while I laze on a lounger with a smoothie or a book. Jake has been working from home a lot more and generally letting me get away with extreme laziness since that day in our bedroom.

My anger is calming with his constant affections and I have found myself in more level moods, if still a little touchy at times. I’m more in control and at peace with myself, sort of. Jake’s touch and his intimacy are what I needed all along. We’re still healing. I still need to fully forgive him and I’m not sure of where I am with trusting him yet because we haven’t come to a point where it has been tested.

Demon Bitch is still a situation he hasn’t even begun to approach yet, still not facing the fact he needs to contact

her regarding the child she’s carrying, pushing that issue aside in favor of focusing on me. I have the impression

he is not only avoiding her because of how it makes

me feel but because of what he did. It’s a mess in

his own mind and it’s obvious his guilt is right up there beside my heartbreak.

“The Hamptons.” He smiles, leaning down kissing me on the cheek, before helping me to my feet. He smooths down my dress and hauls my cardigan around me to button it up in a very paternal way.

“Why are we going there?” I lazily watch his fingers at their task and ignore the urge to have them on my naked skin, the desire to be with him fully still aching inside of me. but I’m trusting him; to know that sex wouldn’t help how I am thinking or feeling. He asked me to give him a little faith in knowing what I need and so I am.

“First, we need to tell my family about this.” He smooths a hand down my flat stomach affectionately, making me smile warmly. He’s been waiting to see his mother face-to-face and had wanted things between us to be more stable before telling them. “Secondly, I set up a house viewing.” He pauses warily, that flicker of doubt crossing his eyes and furrowing his brows as he waits for my reaction … Tenses for my reaction more like. I still at the subtle change in his demeanor and can’t help but eye roll that only he could bring us back around full circle to the reason we’d ever hurt one another in the first place.

“A what?” I ogle him with narrowed eyes, but he only kisses me quickly, a fleeting look of apprehension and continues straightening out my appearance for me, acting like he’s in full control and not nervous in the slightest.

Hmmmm.

to get my foggy brain together. I’m not sure if I even have

look at a house … Our possible future home.”

to lock

bossy asshole back? Here he

me you still don’t want

asshole about it, but at least let me

first.” The confidence doesn’t

No fear, no panic, no irritation. He is exactly who I wanted him to be

fingers through my hair and try

fluff it out.

on his face. The cute youthfulness he

nice.” I sigh, waving around the apartment. It’s modern, sleek, and male, and even though I am happy here with Jake, most of the time, it’s not exactly child friendly or homely and the city is never somewhere I’ve loved living. It was just convenient for work, but

this is one of the pre-fucked up relationship variety. He sits me back on my feet but stays close, nose to nose, as I try in vain to catch my breath and cool the heat creeping

long trip, bambino; pack some books. Nora is fixing you

his strong back and shoulders dip as he picks up his cell from the charging dock on the way past. I’m a little too enamored with his butt right

trimester of pregnancy; it’s too risky, bambino.” He throws me a smile and walks into the

attentive daddy-to-be.

Carrero playboy I met long ago. I never in a million years imagined that the smooth Casanova with a sexy smile and hunky body would be the guy pampering me to insanity over his unborn child. I swear one of the books

him blankly as my head swims with how different he’s being with me over this, compared to Demon Bitch. He seems to want this a whole lot but never seemed to care with

things difficult. He told the lawyers a few days ago, he won’t be attending maternity classes with her as planned and doesn’t intend to be at the birth. He said that he saw no need to complicate things further; not that he won’t be attending those things with me anyway. I gaze down at my normal flat stomach and sigh. We’ll be needing

lot to

racking and neither of us know what