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

“I never did I?” Jake sounds shocked. My head snaps up to him wondering what he sees close-up in that cocky whore’s face that I can’t. She hesitates and looks back at him, like she’s been caught, and she loses the mask for a millisecond. It quickly draws back up, but I think even Ben caught it, a tiny flicker of shit he knows.

“Yes, you did,” she snaps a little too quickly. The flicker turns into a full-on twitch as she has trouble keeping her face under control.

“No, I didn’t. I can tell when you’re lying to my face … I never had sex with you, did I?” Jake’s tone has completely dispersed, instead of rage he sounds shocked, something in his brain whirring and clicking. Figuring it all out, trying to work through the drunken haze of a night he still can’t remember.

“Marissa? Surely even you couldn’t scrape as low as that?” Ben snorts in absolute disgust and I see the ways she clenches her teeth, pure hatred emanating everywhere. Ben shakes his head, appalled, deciding that this is the truth right here. He walks off to get another drink.

“That night in the hotel …” Jake’s lost in memory and talking out loud, his voice a little soft, “… You never said my baby. You said you were having a baby.” He seems to be trying to pull something out of his head, running fingers through his hair. “You knew I would see a lie when you were faced with me that way.” His chin lifts again and glares at her angrily.

“You’ve got no clue of what you’re saying.” She throws her hair back over her shoulder and turns to storm off, but Jake’s lightening quick reflexes means he catches her wrist and pulls her back with serious aggression; yanking her to him with a hollow thud as she hits his chest with her arm, he draws her wrist up to his shoulder angrily. The grip is harsh, even from here.

“You said you were pregnant and having a baby. You asked me what I was going to do about it, but you never actually used the fucking words my baby … Not once … In that whole conversation. Later when we were separated by lawyers and distance, sure … but up close like this … Never fucking once!” He’s standing but his back is bent, nose to nose with her, voice seething, scarily intimidating and I being to wonder if he’s capable of hurting a woman in this state. I recoil behind him, suddenly unsure of this person I’ve never seen before coming out.

My heart is pounding and every part of me is fighting to intervene. I can’t let Jake hurt her even if I hate her. I would never look at him the same way. This isn’t what I want, this isn’t who I love. I can feel his hatred for her sweeping off him, around us, like smoke filling the room. So many memories of cruel men with power over me and I can’t let that happen to anyone else, even her.

“Stop it, you’re hurting me,” she snarls through gritted teeth but there’s fear in her eyes too. She doesn’t know this version of him and neither do I. I feel faint with the confusion tearing through me. My hands cover my mouth and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Even Ben looks a little uneasy at this terrifying version of Jake in full-on viciousness and he tenses as though ready to intervene.

“Did I fuck you?” His angry glare and nasty growl, through clenched teeth, show a man on the verge of so much rage it’s sweeping off him in droves so powerful the air seems to be cracking around him. His knuckles are white with the grip of his fisted hand by his side, and the one on her wrist is almost crushing her. This is a side to Jake I’ve never known and he’s terrifying.

Her eyes fill with tears and she stops pulling at her wrist because it obviously hurts. The color drains from her face, her eyes losing a little of their confident arrogance and her lip starts to wobble in the presence of this version of him. She feels the same fear I feel, but she’s the object of his pure undivided attention so I can only imagine how much worse it really is. He’s almost nose to nose with her in the most vicious scowl I have ever seen. I reach out to his back and touch him, a begging touch, to stop hurting her for me. I may hate her but right now I can’t bear to see her hurt like this, not by him or any man. No women ever deserves to be treated this way even if she has done the unthinkable.

His grip loosens enough for the color of the pale skin in her fingers to start warming again. He’s responding to me even full of rage and I calm a little, knowing he’s still in there and still responsive to me. He hasn’t succumbed to some red veil of rage and blanking me out at least. Marissa looks ashen faced and scared.

blame her; this isn’t my Jake. This is a man with the potential of someone like Ray Vanquis, someone with enough strength and aggression to make a woman submit to the truth by any means. Someone who could beat a woman to the

I couldn’t forgive him if he does this. I don’t want to see this, so many memories brimming to the surface of my brain and wounding

whispers to distract him, aiming for some emotion inside of him that she’s sure he still has for her, trying to manipulate and claw back some of the man she previously

don’t hate you anymore, because I don’t give enough of a fuck about you to feel a single fucking thing.” He lets her go, with a voice as cold and

down. If it were me, I’d be dying right now knowing that Jake could be so brutally cold and cruel and emotionally dead inside.

into this room. I hate being here without him. I need him to be

stands towering over her, every part of him poised and solid. Even Ben has moved away far enough for me to get the impression that this isn’t over, and I start to tense again. That tingle in the air, a mix of dangerous and crazy, lingering and I am on the verge of tears again. My body, heart, mind, and soul are

to do. Afraid of the man before her, her face softens, her tone changes, eyes widen to

him, turning on the tears and victim eyes much like my mother used to do, as though trying to get some sort of comfort or reaction. She’s acting scared hoping

She’s completely nuts.

way. Offering no help at all but he does, however, shift closer and I wonder if deep down he would still protect her; especially from this angry

Jake with matched venom. She’s decided to stand and fight. A switch in her head goes off and a

She nods at me nastily, eyes never leaving his, defiantly. “Some fucking assistant you were hung up on, then you told me to fuck off, before you passed out face down, fully dressed.” She’s decided that if the truth is to come out, she’s going to do it in grand fashion, twisting the knife at the same time. She’s on

the past few minutes, in elation. But I need to hear her say it, I need to be a hundred percent certain. I want the actual words to finally free us from all the anguish she’s held over us these past

you in

puzzle click

drama and hassle she’s caused over

All of that

sliver of a chance at it being his. He is ripping her