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

I am getting so frustrated at myself, my inner anger rears up. I’m surrounded by the song that gave me two of the happiest moments of my life, when he gave me his all, and yet here I am lying here, my sub-conscious holding me back from what I deserve. It’s like the beginning of our relationship all over again. I’m back to the defiant, closed-off Emma who never let him in, always holding back when he needed me most.

No! I am not doing this to you, Jake. Not anymore, I won’t!

The song is a reminder that he doesn’t always need to be my strength, but a prompt to show me that sometimes I need to be his too. I need to build my own force to find my way back. I need to hold him up and face whatever reality comes when my body wakes up. Maybe that’s why my mind doesn’t want me to wake up. It’s afraid that what Ray did to me will make me hide in the shadows again, that I won’t be able to love Jake and let him in the ways I did before Ray tried to kill me. But it’s not going to be like that this time. I need to be the one to put the pieces back together in the aftermath of what happened. I need to accept help from others who only want me to feel loved and safe, but I also need to be the one to put Jake back together after this. He’s going to need me to help him get through this, his guilt will eat at him if I don’t.

I bite at a tinkle of defiance growing into something more.

I’m stronger than this.

I push with every ounce of strength and stubbornness within me and aim for the light trying with all my might to break free. I can feel it; every ounce of my being is coming together and fighting with an almost deafening pain. The exhaustion of trying to wake up is almost drowning me back down into the darkness. I know I’ll only need one push to break the barrier holding me here, that once I leave this place I’ll be free and never come back again, the confines of my prison will fall away, and I’ll be free.

I CAN DO THIS.

the smell of coffee and flowers are rushing up to nose into my brain and

the other side. I can hear the hum of machines, the noise of something blowing air in and out and the mumbling sounds of hushed voices

The sound of defeat and broken-hearted pain is so obvious, I can almost sense his body sagging close to me and I can hear his breathing so very close, the smell of his aftershave and just him, luring me out of

an electronic device about to explode. Blinking harshly to try to adjust and fighting the will to just close them

anywhere and it brings my full focus and attention straight to the one person I want to see and feel right now. My eyes flicker

along his inner arm under the rolled-up sleeve of

My beautiful reason for fighting to hold

him makes my heart explode in my chest as though we’ve been apart for months and I’m only just seeing him. He’s sat on a chair, slumped forward with his face in his palm and facing the floor. He’s still wearing the same clothes he wore the day he left for the office, minus his tie and jacket, but his hair is a mess and his face is unshaven; his posture is screaming of emotional agony. He looks completely awful and

clear my throat at seeing that gorgeous, beautiful sight, the man who makes my heart soar and

snaps up at the noise and I feel like I’ve been slapped. All thoughts of chastising him are gone as soon as I lay eyes on the face that means the world to me. He looks devastated, his eyes are bloodshot, red-rimmed, and tired.

hand against his face. Eyes wild, he doesn’t seem to know whether to cry or smile and he’s unsure if he should even be touching me; hands hovering in case he hurts me, unable to conceal the trembling of his body. “Jesus, baby, oh God, Emma … I didn’t think you were going to wake up.” A single tear escapes his eye and slides slowly down his face. “I’ve never been so scared … I couldn’t breathe.” He leans in, kissing me softly on the mouth, and I take great delight in being able to enjoy it. I lift a hand to his neck to pull me closer to him and lose

suddenly so very tired and my emotions start to tumble out of me as a tear escapes and rolls down my face. The pang inside my abdomen hits me as though somehow being conscious reminds me of