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

I catch sight of some of my favorite women on the right-hand side of the aisle. Margo is wiping a tear from her eye and nudging Wilma in her side as both woman wave to me. They’re blowing their noses and crying as Donna throws tissues their way. My crazy trio of motherly hens. Donna’s mascara is pouring down her normally flawless face and I spot Rosalie wave from behind a very handsome man, grinning wildly and looping arms with him, a look of radiant happiness on her pretty face. I beam back at them with a tiny wave before moving on in time to the music, slow steps, with Giovanni leading the way.

I catch sight of the Huntsbergers, my new extended family sitting close by and smile warmly at them. The row of adopted children and Huntsberger father looking so proud of his family. Ben and his baby son are near the end of the row. He’s is cuddling him proudly and looking every bit the doting dad. He is now the soul parent of him, seeing as Marissa lost all interest in a baby that she had no purpose for anymore. She went under the communication radar soon after giving birth, not that I’m complaining, I’m happy that Marissa stopped being our problem and we’ll most likely never have to deal with her again.

The girl Ben has been dating for the last six months, sits beside him in the row and smiles my way, shyly. Grace is everything Marissa isn’t, and she dotes on little Adam as much as Ben does. We’ve all started to become friends recently and she seems to be looking like a permanent fixture in Ben’s life; a new mummy for the most beautiful little mini-Ben you could ever see. It’s obvious Ben has found his Emma, and Jake has regained some sort of friendship with him over the last few months. Hunter is obviously a little jealous that someone is moving in on his bestie in a very manly ‘bromance’ kind of way and it’s endearingly amusing.

Jake’s staff from the Manhattan apartment are sitting nearer the front as part of the family. Nora, Jefferson, the array of security guards, and of course, good old Mathews, another of my heroes that never leaves my side nowadays. He is like a guardian angel and makes my life in our Hamptons home safe and secure. He rarely leaves my presence when I go anywhere, Jake didn’t need to ask that of him, he just naturally became a father figure to me and took it upon himself to always watch over me in a very protective manner since he felt like he failed me when Vanquis came after me.

He hauled ass to a hospital with me and saved my life that night. I was suffering from a bleeding brain injury caused by the blow to my head which would’ve been my end if Vanquis managed to take me from the house, as intended. I only lived because of the fast-medical attention given to me, because of Giovanni and Mathews showing up when they did.

I catch his eye and smile warmly as he and his wife grasp hands and I swear I see a tear. It tugs my heart and makes me smile widely. I would trust my life under his care and protection for an eternity and I never doubt my safety when I am with him.

My eyes scan the room as I walk the long white aisle, rows of white benches edged with wild flowers and lilies and my eyes can’t help but travel the last distance to the most beautiful thing in the entire room getting achingly closer … That gorgeous man smiling my way. I’m drawn to him and know that once I meet his glorious face I’ll never turn away for anything in the world ever again.

He’s watching me walk toward him with his steadfast green gaze and attractive smile, giving me courage, grounding me to him in the way he always does. He’s looking every bit the billionaire playboy in a flawless navy suit and gray cravat and waist sash, perfectly tailored and groomed; every bit the man of my fantasies. He can pull off the groom-to-be look effortlessly. His calm façade not failing once, as he stands gazing at me in his usual casual yet cocky pose. I smile back radiantly, my heart swelling with pride at the picture he makes, and I quell the urge to run the last few steps and jump into his arms.

He’s standing between Arrick and Daniel, holding the most precious little blue-eyed bundle of mischief in his

chubby legged

in name and make

adoringly gazing up at the daddy who is as smitten with her

handing Mia to Sylvana with a beaming smile. He’s unable to conceal the

held in her grandmother’s arms. I kiss her tiny little head, inhaling Mia’s unique smell with closed eyes and take a moment to make her laugh for

face. I coo at her, biting my lip with overwhelming love as her grandmother moves aside, both Jake and I watch her go, for a moment, before turning back to one another. Our eyes lock, filling with tears as we take each other in and realize what this moment is. He looks

wife and grandchild back to the waiting seats close by. They are amazing loving grandparents and spend as much time trying to steal

be behind me bawling her eyes out the sight of the man who has been begging her to marry him for months. Daniel is well and truly a changed man and Leila is close to giving in and trusting him for

way, despite her sometimes-violent outbursts and he’s sticking around for an eternity. She never has anything to worry about with him ever again and I have a feeling Hunter is going to

mine, his hand slides into my fingers and he pulls me toward him with a determined tug and a naughty smile on his handsome face. He doesn’t wait for permission but kisses me fully on the mouth. His lips molding to mine and cupping my jaw so he can get as close as possible while naughtily gliding his tongue, passionately, across mine. He puts an arm around my waist and brings me to meet his body with another tug. I’m not sure full-on tongue is appropriate, but I have no chance of resisting given the way that he kisses; I never could. His kisses always have that ability to make me

wait for the ‘you may now kiss the bride’ bit.” Daniel smirks at us when Jake pulls

uneasy shuffling of the man, above us, ready to take us through our vows. “Sorry, Father,” Jake mumbles apologetically. “She’s irresistible and I can’t help it.” He smiles up at the poor priest with a

of affection and he isn’t going to change now; the small titter of laughter running from the audience confirms it. I can’t really say that I’m mad, this is the guy I fell in

my dreams. My angel.” He lifts my hand and kisses it, his eyes never leaving mine the whole time. The man in black uses throat clearing coughs to bring us back to attention and back to the reality of the few hundred people staring at us, patiently waiting on the end of