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

The song choice from me to Jake is playing across the floor surrounding us as we sway. We’re still wrapped up in each other our eyes focused intently. The swell of happiness between us is infectious and I don’t think either of us has stopped smiling since his dance-floor proposal an hour ago. I truly know happiness beyond all bounds. I wanted to reply to his song, after all it was our tradition, and in a grand fashion to match his, the DJ was more than happy to oblige when the orchestra finally took their leave.

Ella Henderson “Yours” plays beautifully across the room, telling him everything I want to say right now.

He sways me around the dance floor for the hundredth time, wrapped in his arms and smiling like crazy. Feeling like I could die from contentment. People were congratulating us the whole way through the meal and neither of us has managed to stop touching the other; smiling brightly with only eyes for each other. I can’t stop glancing at my hand over his wide shoulder to the understated delicate diamond ring, showing me he’d really thought about what I would like. Non-showy, vintage, and perfectly me. He chose something that I would’ve chosen for myself, elegant and meaningful, rather than a display of wealth. Jake knows me a lot better than I think he gives himself credit for.

Sarah appeared and enveloped me in kisses and tears as soon as I had that ring on my finger. She’s now swaying with Marcus, feet away on the floor, looking merry and drunk, and very much like a girl in love. Marcus is looking quite groomed and a little different, eyes aglow with infatuation for Sarah, evident on the face of a man I’ve never warmed to. Maybe I’ve always been too harsh on him, seeing them together with new eyes, the love evident between them, and the way they seem to fit so effortlessly together, like Jake and I do but in their own way.

I can’t help but look back at the man of my dreams and take in every part of that face. Someone has his attention to the left of me, and he’s smiling and answering with an amused furrowed brow, his sultry low voice always makes my blood pump faster. His arms around my waist tightly, mine around his neck, bow tie now undone and hanging loose at each side of his collar. The jacket is gone and shirt open at the top. He looks exactly like he should, sexually casual, and a little rough around the edges, yet confidently tailored to perfection even when his tie is discarded. The boyish bad boy Carrero always dominating every part of him and it’s exactly who I always want him to be.

The whole night is a blur of smiles, giddiness, and floaty memories of people I know hugging me, and lots and

lots of kissing. Jake has kissed my lipstick off, kissed me until my cheeks are permanently blushed, and my mouth puffy.

Yet that doesn’t seem to be able to stave off the craving to kiss me more, not that I’m complaining. Kissing Jake is my

all-time favorite thing in the world. That seductive mouth locked onto mine bringing our hearts together as one. No one makes me feel the way he does with something so simple as a gentle brushing of lips. Just the proximity of him to me, eyes locked and noses touching, makes every part of me surrender to his will.

Jake stops talking to whoever has his attention and turns back to give it all to me, another kiss and soft grazing of noses that make my body tingle for him. He knows no bounds when it comes to being tender and gentle with me, and I love that it’s a part of him reserved only for me and our unborn child. The side of him that the world never sees and probably couldn’t associate with the ‘Playboy Carrero Casanova’ public figure that women still drool over. He was never that way with his endless meaningless women, never so touchy and adoring with them at all and it only highlights what I mean to him.

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his powerful body and he positions my feet to stand on the shoes of his toes so he can

He always has a way of making me feel protected and cared for, even if it’s just propping sunglasses on my face in bright

in the car home after a dance, or swirling me around on his feet so I can stand and relax as

my movements.

was going about this the wrong way, bambino.” He grimaces at the memory and scoops down

love you, Mr. Carrero. This

draped his jacket around me and held me in his arms for warmth while we watched in awed silence.

He smiles back.

“I can’t imagine anything more perfect than this.” He brings a hand to my face and trails his fingertips across my bottom lip, oblivious to the

smashing of a glass. I turn to see what’s going on and I’m completely unsurprised to see it coming from Daniel and Leila, off to one side of the floor amid a group

fury. Daniel looks poised and ready to beat someone with a death glare across that handsome face. His grip on Leila only accentuates how muscular

He is equally tall, with sandy blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, and right now he’s terrifying; aggression rippling

pulling me with him. He

him from her much smaller height, arm wrenching and attempting to kick him with her killer pointed

public here and the press are lurking because of my engagement.” Jake nods toward the men mulling around with cameras, aiming this way. Jake keeps my hand in his and draws me closer to shield the pair from probing lenses. Daniel looks around as though realizing where we are, his face softens a little, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of

away and turns to Jake, imploringly, raising her

refuse him, and turns on his heel to march out toward the pitch-black gardens with a look of sheer rage. There’s a flash of cameras and Jake grimaces, grabs my hand a little