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

“I’m not there yet, Leila. Okay? I’ve only just started getting my fucking head together but I’m doing this for you. Can’t you see that? I’m trying to sort my shit out, so I can be that guy who gives you love and commitment. I asked you to give me time and I fucking meant it. I wanted you to just give me a chance and wait for me. I fucking love you!” Daniel sounds ravaged and Leila’s stance crumbles a little. I open my mouth in shock at what he’s just said but Leila turns on him, accusingly, sheer anger in her little body as she tries to bring her height up to his by stretching.

“So, I’m supposed to just hold my fucking breath and wait? For how long? Put my life on hold while you figure out if you really can give a shit about one woman? In the meantime, we do what, exactly? You still fucking around and me twiddling my thumbs?” She starts to cry as her words tumble out of her mouth, her body sagging in defeat and Daniel softens too, his grasp on her arms loosening and he slides both hands down to bring her palms to his chest.

“I don’t know how to navigate this. You know I’ve never been here before! I’ve never wanted to fix this or go down this route Leila. All I know is that when we get close to something real, I freak out and run. I’m terrified that if I try to date you right now, I’m going to do it again. I don’t want to keep hurting you that way.” There’s sheer fear in his eyes, pleading, and his body is almost all but curled around her.

At least he’s honest. Another Jake trait.

“You don’t know if you don’t try.” Jake cuts in flatly, from his position behind me. His arms around my shoulders and his back to the closed patio door. “Just saying.” He shrugs, and I can feel his smirk as Daniel eyes him up and Leila stays intensely focused on Daniel’s profile. I can feel her willing him to make a choice—a real one.

“I don’t want to keep hurting you.” He looks at Leila and even from his tall, over six-foot height, to her tiny, five-foot odd, they still manage to lock eyes. No one can deny the electrical surge sparking all around them, an ever-present hum whenever these two get close. I wonder if Jake and I exude the same thing and he instinctively pulls his arms up around me a little more firmly.

“You’re hurting me now. By doing this. This nothing. This waiting thing.” She cries quietly, and he slowly lifts a hand to, tenderly, brush away the tears on her cheeks. She just slaps it away and he lifts his hand back up to try again, ignoring the furious little wildness in the girl he loves. His lack of reaction shows just how used to Leila’s outbursts Hunter really is and how tolerant he is.

I wonder if the other man could so easily brush off

effortlessly. Daniel seems to be taking moments to think and his eyes never leave that little

feet on the ground between

of

holds tight.

not going to fuck things up and make mistakes, but I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else anymore. Too many years we’ve done this and come around in circles. I just want you, and

with me and other women? Stop acting like some man-whore on a mission to bed everyone in the northern hemisphere?!” Leila lifts her chin and glares at him fully. She’s not for backing down just yet and I wouldn’t expect anything less of her.

other men. Stop seeing other men all together.” Now

are obviously more alike than I

holding out, still being a defiant little pest and still meeting his eyes with a huge amount of attitude. I sigh at her. Jake’s soft chuckle under

by his patient demeanor, it’s one of the many things Hunter loves about her. Daniel isn’t even remotely intimidated by the wild little hellcat before him or the hateful tone she’s throwing his way. He just smooths her hair behind her ear, not flinching when another slap comes his way, and the sound echoes

you two were

since the night we picked you up from that bar and you told me you hated me. That hit me more than any slap in the face. You have to believe me on this, Leila.” He’s leaning in, trying to get her to look back at him, but she’s intent on looking anywhere else. I notice when she flashes her eyes our way that she’s crying. Leila doesn’t do vulnerable very often and she doesn’t want him to see the affect he’s having on her. She’s fighting him to the

control of her emotions. She catches Jake’s eye over my head and I’ve no idea

It’s not like you to go five minutes without a woman and sex.” She glances our way, a look on her face