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.

can assure you that you definitely remember how to finger fuck me to an orgasm, Jake.” She smiles and evilly licks her lips, looking directly at his crotch now that he’s on his feet and I flinch. The urge to use one of these

a liar.” I lift my chin, eyes pouring tears that I wasn’t even aware were falling and face her full-on. “You’re a disgusting pathetic tramp and a liar. Do you really think I would believe you? Over him?!” I stand and slowly start folding my napkin neatly, lying it on the table, old PA Emma taking control,

kissed me or fucked me, he still cheated! Believe me, he will

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

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 building to epic proportions at just the thought of the two of them, back then and now, when they made a baby. It’s all

want you. I have everything standing right next to me that I could ever want. You’re just that irritating nail in my shoe that I can’t get rid

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 and hot blooded even when drunk but I know he wouldn’t screw someone in a public bar; especially

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 pushed her away. I know him better, I know that he didn’t do this to us, I know without question because every part of this unfolding

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 surely not going to ask me to marry

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

say yes … Yes, fucking yes!”

about to let some cheap ass fake tramp take it from me.

made all this 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 woman come

always mine. Now.

every part of me thumping out of my chest with sheer adrenaline, meaning every