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

Chapter 255

I push the door open with one hand and pull out my phone with a heavy sigh, slowly inhaling as I inhale fresh air.

I’m okay, I really am okay.

I text Jake, asking him where he is, letting him know I’ll come to him. I need the air and the walk. I need the time to myself to let all that happened in that room sink in. I want to walk to him smiling, to show him that I’m so much stronger than I ever have been before.

She never fought for me, she never told me she loved me, but then she never did.

I’m not the one who is broken or unlovable, she is. Yes, I am scarred, but I’m healing, and I’ve finally found my way into arms I know will always be waiting for me.

Jake is watching me over a mug of coffee in the small café. My tears have finally stopped. I’m not heartbroken, just resigned and letting go of all that pent-up emotion; part of me is relieved. There really are no other words for it. His eyes never leave mine and his arms are aching to hold me, but he knows I just need a moment to let my body, emotionally, mentally, and physically, settle. I want to get through this without any outside help, it’s just something I need to do.

He listens, intently, as I repeat every word from my encounter, holding my hand and letting me cry. He has wiped my tears and been the rock he always is. My Jake, grounding me, always understanding what I need.

“You don’t want her at the wedding at all? No visits when the baby comes?” He’s watching me closely, trying to understand my decision, wanting to affirm what and who I want in our future. I shake my head.

“No, as far as I’m concerned both my parents are dead. I have my family and its surname is Carrero.” I link my fingers through his on the table and tug his hand closer to me, wanting him nearer now that I feel stronger. He lifts our linked hands up to his face, running my thumb across his jaw tenderly, always so caring, and there whenever I need him.

“You’ll be a Carrero soon, bambino. You’re the daughter my mamma has always wanted. She told me.” Jake’s fingers come to rest on my bottom lip as I smile at him and he smiles back. His adoring eyes locking on mine, mesmerizing me with their green beauty. I hope our child will have Jake’s green eyes, the kind that draw you in and steals your soul with love, compassion, and kindness like his.

I giggle to see Jake frowning at me, a look of ‘really?’ running across his

café, still no closer to seeing his father in any other light than the man who hurt

my eyes and giggle again when he tugs my chin forward leaning over to kiss me across the table. The gentle brushing of his lips quells any

any sort of affection.” Jake frowns harder, a mild irritation passing over his sexy mouth. He doesn’t like talking about Giovanni in

you proposed.” I let out a stifled laugh at the mortified gaping expression startled across Jake’s beautiful face. He looks torn between being physically sick

to remove the image from his mind, then lets me go so he can use both hands to scrub his face. “I don’t even want to know.” His voice

you than you care to admit, Mr. Carrero. Your mamma and papa are obviously still very young when it comes to their libido.” I smirk at him wickedly, trying to contain the laughter in my throat at his obvious discomfort, and then jump when I see that mischievous grin coming my way. He rounds the table for

taking you back to our hotel

some discipline for saying

think I may have scarred him for life. He still has a rather pale hue and an unamused expression on his face. I hope to God he never

This could be

to tie you down or maybe work you into some seriously aggressive angry sex.” The lust fueled promise in those eyes has me squirming against him, unable to contain the way they light my insides

tied up.” I grin naughtily as he turns from serious to boyish chuckling; his brow lifting

sweet naïve little ice maiden? When did you start calling it fucking?”

that … and move in for a steamier kiss, wrapping myself around him tighter and higher. I don’t care who is walking around us, or that we’re standing in the middle of a busy street. He has always taken my pain away, knowing instantly what I need to help ground me, and right now I can’t

pulls me off my feet. Pinned to his taut body as he strides purposefully towards it

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breathless, exhausted, and most definitely satisfied,

hotel ceiling while Jake channel

his waist, a little flushed and most definitely perspiring, showing signs of a lot of

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