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

“That’s not what fucking happened, and you know it.” He yells at her and I cringe in fright pulling myself back in my seat, my heart rate going crazy, my mind a swirl of emotions of images of him and her. I don’t even know what to believe in. She seems to find pleasure in sitting up straighter, meeting his fire head on and I seriously start to wonder if there was more between them that night. My doubts and insecurities filtering in as I try to get a handle on the pain in my chest.

“I’m surprised you can even remember, Jake darling, seeing as you were obviously high on God knows what and probably can’t remember exactly what happened. You were an absolute mess if I remember rightly.” She purrs and flutters at him. I feel sick to my stomach, my head a mass of confusion, I look to him and her and back again in painful panic. I don’t want to believe her, I shouldn’t.

I can trust him. He’s been proving that to me all along, hasn’t he?

“Why? You think because fucking you once had been so unmemorable that I wouldn’t remember four weeks ago? I remember every single moment, Marissa, right down to the second you launched yourself at me and I rejected you because I realized the only girl I ever wanted is Emma.” Jake is seething. I know him. I watch him and read his body language. He’s not lying.

He’s angry that she would imply there was more, he’s enraged that she has the gall to try to do this to me, to hurt us, and I’m not going to let her do it to him or me. I have

one hundred percent faith that what Jake told me was

the truth and this manipulative bitch is just trying to make me leave him again. Making a pathway for her to try to

get her claws into him and I sure as hell will never let

that happen.

accurately what you did with me and I can assure you that you definitely remember how to finger fuck me to an orgasm, Jake.” She smiles and

and a liar. Do you really think I would believe you? Over

idiot, because once a cheat always a cheat, whether he kissed me or fucked me, he still cheated! Believe me, he will again!” Everyone is standing and glaring at one another,

know.” Jake cuts in with a snide comment and a snarl. “You are the queen of fucking cheating, Marissa, right?!” I catch that spark of fury, bracing myself

denial. You feel the way you do about me because it still hurts, baby. You still love me. You never forget your first love and you never get over them. You remember telling me you loved me bambino? When you used to fuck me over and over. You could never get enough of me, could you? Seems you still can’t.” She’s purring at him, using his own pet name which makes me pale, my fists clenching and my nails biting into my palms. Jake is shaking his head at her and snarling again. My fury is

nail in my shoe that I can’t get rid of.” Jake delivers it with a sneer, but she doesn’t falter, just more bedroom eyes and lip

more than kiss me, Emma. He was unzipped and ready to go if only I’d stopped resisting. Pushed up against the wall in a dark smoky club. I bet you were the last thing on his mind, baby cakes.” She meets his eyes full-on, challenging him defiantly, a glimmer of calculation in that face and I know without a doubt she’s lying. Jake may be all about kinky sex

have done that to me. She kissed him, pushed herself onto him, and he didn’t stop her right away. He let it happen, for seconds, and then his head snapped into place; his brain came around, and he

rancid bullshit because yes! I am pregnant and we’re not only buying a house right next door, but Jake’s asked me to marry him more than once. So, please, a guy who is so quick to run off to his ex is

a stand, I need to show her exactly how this is going to go. Jake and I are untouchable; some manipulative little bitch full of lies is not going to come between us in this way. I trust him, I know what he’s done, and I am ready to completely forgive him. I’m not going to let some narcissistic tramp come between us. All the pain and anger and the weeks of going without sex, not only because of my broken heart but also his guilt, and this slut is at the center of it. Enough is enough. I throw aside my napkin and hoist myself to my feet

Yes, fucking yes!” I

his hand pulling it to my stomach, ready to fight for what is rightfully mine; not about to let some cheap ass fake tramp

happen in the first place. I rejected the world he wanted to give me and hurt him and now I have him back. I’m not going to let some asshole

always mine. Now. Then and

him with pure sincerity, my heart pounding crazily, every part of me thumping out of my chest with sheer adrenaline, meaning