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.

that adoring hand moves from

you in that bar for an hour. This was dumb.” He rakes a hand through my hair, catching it in his fist and giving it a little pull to bring my mouth to him for

loosen up a little so give us time to talk before you two come crashing in.” I’m trying to be patient with him tonight, his jealous and protective side is wanting to dominate

is visually struggling

let me arrange a quiet club. Less people,

turned into a complete contradiction of who he normally is over this, like

seat, ply her with cocktails, and 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

out of my mind. Maybe if Mathews sat …” He’s close to pacing again, like he was before, a frantic wild-eyed look draining over

Stop. Seriously.” I take both of his hands

me to take care of 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,

know...” Again,

the fact

bar that’s close, really close so if you need me sooner, I’ll be there.”

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

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 that used to get him to behave. He tenses his jaw as he stares into his wardrobe

we’re coming.” He grits his teeth 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

tad happier as I catch that naughty look wash over his face. I’m in for some serious groping, before Jefferson takes me to

* * *

you have that’s going to get me

the bar tender, wildly

rather dangerous. Steel spikes sticking out the rears with a defiant look

time was brutal; we cooked seafood

point down. “So, I suppose, I’m on orange squash or something fruity and non-alcoholic.” Both girls throw me a pitying look but then