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

Chapter 249

Getting into her apartment is easy enough; all Jake needs to do is bark two words into the intercom.

“I’m here,” and she lets us in without any hesitation.

Whore.

She has the shock of her life when she answers the door, in nothing more than lace bra and panties under a see-through robe and is faced with two angry men and a seething little blonde girlfriend. All I can do is balk and take in her slutty attire, she truly believed he was coming to fuck her.

What planet is she from?

Marissa visibly steps back mouth gaping, before recovering her equilibrium, making no attempt at covering herself. She glances swiftly at Ben, noticing him seems to knock the wind out of her sails and she pulls her robe across her protruding bump.

“What the fuck is this?!” She snaps. Jake pushes past her dragging me, quite confidently, by the hand into the large expensive apartment. It’s a loft apartment and is decorated in an almost industrial style. I don’t want to know if he’s ever been here with her, even when they were teens.

“What does it fucking look like, Marissa?” Jake growls, taking me to a low couch, sitting me down gently, plumping a couple of cushions up behind my back and running a finger across my mouth as though to ground me, trying to help me relax. His attention is always on me.

“We came to party.” Ben breaks in sarcastically. He wanders over to the mini bar and I notice the way he starts fixing two drinks, acting equally as cocky as Jake. He seems a little too comfortable in here as well. I guess this is an apartment they’ve both known quite well, and it makes me feel a tad sick.

“I want you all to leave, I don’t know what this is but …” She starts with hands on her hips, nastily pouting.

“Cut the shit, Marissa,” Jake snaps and walks beside Ben to lift a glass, downing it in one go. I cringe at every drink he takes, knowing it’ll fuel that less than reasonable side to him. Jake is more capable of ferociousness when he’s consumed alcohol.

“Were you ever going to tell me that your baby has two possible fathers, Marissa?” He glares at her icily, all hostility on show.

own drink and pours Jake another without question. He is irritatingly cool, laid back and almost smiling. I wonder if this is why they

bar while impressively intimidating the shit out of her. Both scary in full-blown scowling-alpha mode, in entirely different ways. I can see why she has a hard time picking between the two when they’re like this, so effortlessly alike, domineering in their own way. But to me, Jake

is the father.”

Interesting.

the father is when you fucked two men within twenty-four hours of one another?”

her perfected bitch stance. She’s lost her confidence, but Jake’s sharp eyes swoops right

viciously, and I jump

up, a little clueless, completely non-phased with Jake’s

little falter on her calculating face.” Jake raises his empty glass like

now staring intently at her. She moves

seems like she knows enough about that Carrero temper

sounds confident and

your fucking security try sweetheart.” Jake bubbles, his anger simmering as he downs another drink equally as fast as the last. I’m a little nervous. I’m starting to wonder if his fast alcohol consumption is wise. He knows how it can make him and Marissa isn’t someone he can take his fists to. He’s bristling for a fight and I pray to God she doesn’t bring any

He can be as scary as hell and I can’t imagine what he’d

Jake, but I’m sure he would give it a damn good go countering some heavy-handed bouncer. He has Jake’s build and height and looks like he could inflict a great amount of damage and, despite downing as much booze as Jake, he still appears to

you both?” She laughs and nothing, but manic bubbling come out; acting like this

sweetheart.” Ben glares at her

is, ice and fire, Ben,

and I’ll see you in court! No one can do anything to this kid without my fucking consent and as neither of you will get a chance to be alone with it … good luck with that!” She gets up and goes to walk airily toward the phone sitting on the

to take her down, I have

She holds out her overly manicured hand sarcastically, red talons and swinging charms, but I just slide her phone into my bag

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