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

The DJ nods at Leila and seems to put on whatever request she has made as she moves back with a satisfied fake smile on that little face.

The sound of Pink “So What!” starts flowing across the room and I know Leila is trying to convey to Daniel that she doesn’t care one iota about his presence. She’s in full defensive mode and the walls are up. Her song choice is one of attitude and I don’t need you.

So definitively Leila She’s obviously found her spark again and Daniel better bring his backbone.

She turns to saucily saunter away from the DJ booth and I’m drawn to the fact that Daniel is almost upon her, catching her arm mid-stride, she recoils and tries to haul it from him. But he just keeps a strong hold tugging her back with him by the wrist to the booth. His arm stretched out as she tries to go the opposite way, but he keeps a firm hold of her while leaning into the DJ and saying something. He holds out what looks like a hundred-dollar bill then the music is cut instantly. As soon as the softer notes of a new song starts Hunter turns back to the deathly still, glaring, girl in his grip.

Ed Sheeran “Thinking Out Loud”, waves across the room and I can’t help but smile. Hunter is taking my advice, doing this the softly, softly way. I could almost applaud him right now; instead of bringing his wild cat back to heel he’s sweeping her off her feet. He should have done it this way long ago.

The only thing on his face right now is fear, and I watch in fascination. Her little chin lifts and bristles with defensiveness, his body sags and he becomes completely submissive to her, almost in response, reading her.

Daniel is not being his usual dominant, cocky self with his little fury girl. He’s reaching inside showing her a part of him that obviously existed when she was sixteen years old, when he’d made her first time with him memorable. A part of Daniel I’m guessing no one ever really gets to see.

Jake slides in next to me, placing two beers on the table, sliding an arm around me and joins in on watching The Hunter and Leila Show.

“I told him to stop with the games and just talk to her, like a normal person; to stop acting like this was all some “casual see where it goes bullshit” and just be honest with her,” he says huskily.

Games huh? Not so long ago I knew a certain guy who was rather partial to our little games. That guy seems to have calmed down nowadays though.

I smile up at him, warmly, receiving a kiss on the forehead as a reward before my eyes snap straight back to the couple that I really want to sort things out.

instead, so she can look away from him. He only steps closer so he spoons her, his hand instantly moving to her hair, gently brushing it away as he leans

on it to stop herself from crying. The music obviously giving a helping hand as her defenses start to crumble, lifting that chin again, tensing her body to try to resist. He lets go of her arm and runs a trail of fingers from her wrist to her shoulder, still

of sheer adoration on his face as he moves in, slowly lowering himself to her height. He looks nothing like the boy I met so long ago, smug, and cocky, checking

entire room that Daniel Hunter is well

still saying something to her. In fact, the whole time they’ve been standing there, while she’s been in defiant silence,

away with his thumb gently, kissing her where it was. There’s a body flicker a little at the contact. He leans in lower, bringing his mouth achingly close. Sarah and I are

drinking his beer, casually stroking my shoulder, not as fascinated by this emotional scene as we women are. I nudge his thigh and point,

Leila

a typical man after all, having no clue or care right now and looking moderately bored. Watching him means I’m missing them, so I flip my gaze back

her that their mouths are almost touching, he’s still talking, still moving painfully closer. Edging in, softly, keeping

wonder what the hell he’s been saying all

to be sapping away. He’s breaking down the Leila defense system and the walls are slowly lowering. Finally, agonizingly, he bridges the gap and kisses her, painfully slowly, eyes fully locked. Their gaze, one of the gentlest and tender I have ever witnessed in my life and it tugs

…” at that same moment I catch Jake eye rolling, dramatically, which earns him a

Unfeeling bastard.

eyes close and he slides his arms around her waist and lifts her up to his height. Her arms slide around

victim could be impaled on those shoes, but neither of them seem to care. They are oblivious to everything around them as they move into a deep passionate kiss with a lot of tongue, getting as close

know how

with an uncomfortable frown as their passion

But now it’s just a little pervy to be watching