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

“I changed your doctor,” he says it in such a deadpan way that I literally choke on disbelief. I guess that’s why I haven’t received any follow up appointments yet. Although to be fair I already knew this was coming because of his call straight after our appointment.

“Why?” I pretend to sound stern. I’m really not though.

He narrows his eyes at me and sighs, rolling off me onto his back, staring at the ceiling, looking guilty as hell, arms bent at the elbow, crossed over at his forehead.

“Because I’m still a jealous dickhead. I got you a woman instead.” He throws an arm over his face and looks a bit remorseful, in a sexy ‘bossy little shit’ kind of way.

I know I should be angry at him. I know I should be throwing all sorts of stroppy tantrums but right now I just want to kiss him, so I start to giggle. Giggling turns into laughter at the realization that I’m stuck with this man child who can be so suave and confident one minute, then this insecure impulsive little boy the next.

“I didn’t think you would find it funny. I was so sure you’d be pissed so I was hoping to just spring her on you.” I nudge him in the ribs. If he wanted to do that then he shouldn’t have openly called for a list of female GYN’s in front of me.

“She better not be prettier than me!” I laugh at the absurdity of the two of us, and he relaxes then laughs too.

“Fuck, no baby. No woman will ever take your beauty queen crown … Are we always going to be like this?” He turns on his side and leans on his elbow, propping himself over me, his free hand coming to cup my abdomen possessively, splaying his palm out flat, covering our baby.

“Probably. I mean maybe we won’t be as bad the longer we’re together, but I don’t think I’m capable of not being a little bit jealous about other women lusting over you.” I smile hopelessly as he leans in and kisses me softly.

“And I’ll never want to stop beating the shit out any man who dares to touch you, baby.” He smirks at me and I sigh.

“We’re perfect for each other,” I giggle as his hand trails my face, tracing my features slowly.

“I’ve been telling you that since the day you met me.” He winks and leans down for another passion fueling kiss. His mouth molding so deliciously to mine, tongue teasing me into complete submission.

“Want to spend the day in bed letting me show you all the ways in which we’re perfect for one another?” He smirks wickedly, and my body heats up almost instantly. He should know by now that lately I never turn that down.

out.” I giggle as that adoring hand moves from my abdomen to my inner thighs, sliding slowly

hand through my hair, catching it in his fist and

up a little so give us time to talk before you two come crashing in.” I’m trying to be

is visually struggling with

quiet club. Less people, less chance of someone knocking

a panic attack. He’s turned into a complete contradiction of who he normally is over this, like our proposal night all over again, and it melts me. He’s been sweating rivers since we arranged this little Operation, at the thought of me

just talk. It’s a weekday, the place will be quiet, no real party animals on a Tuesday night, Jake. Just people meeting for drinks.” I’m trying to soothe away the face that has come over him, furrowed brow, infamous Carrero glare and touch of childish pouting.

out of my mind. Maybe if Mathews sat …” He’s close to pacing again,

take both of his hands and pull them

myself. I was doing it long before I had you. You on the other hand … I’m not sure you can be trusted out with Daniel Hunter, there’s a lot of things you two could get up to in an hour.” I point out

would again, Emma … You know...” Again, with the panic-stricken expression. I silence him with

and deliberately with two raised eyebrows and he sags with defeat. That green-eyed glare is turbulent, but he’s resigned to the fact that this is happening. Realizing that trust is a two-way thing and he wants me to trust him more than anything in

out. We’re going to a bar that’s close, really close so if you need

the thought of not being there to look after me, but he needs to let this go. He trusts Nora and Mathews to take care of me here in the city, and he trusts Sylvana and her staff to tend my every need when in the Hamptons, so now he needs to trust that I can take care of myself when out with my girls … when out anywhere in general really. He needs to learn this, or my life is going

I text you. That’s the deal. If Leila is still too hostile, then it won’t go well, so let us talk her round first. Promise me, Jake.” I turn toward him with my most efficient PA Emma tone, the one

and I find myself eye rolling. I’m not in the mood to keep this going. I’ll have to play it by ear and hope I can deter the force that is Carrero

come over here and help me with my necklace.” I smile at him, a tad happier as I catch that naughty look wash over his face. I’m in for some serious groping, before Jefferson takes

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going to get me smashed

shortest amount of time.” Leila eyes the bar tender,

to kill, wearing a strapless, short, tight, electric blue dress with killer spiked heels that look rather dangerous. Steel spikes sticking out the rears with a defiant look welded to her face. She’s been this way since we

cuts in. “I have work tomorrow and last time was brutal; we cooked seafood all day. Do you know how bad raw seafood is

something fruity and non-alcoholic.” Both girls throw me a pitying look but then smile and rub my belly, almost in sync. They’ve already declared themselves aunties and argued over godmother rights of my future