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

“Questionable.” Leila threw him a look. He didn’t need to see more to know she meant Marissa and almost grimaced at the memory. Everyone could make mistakes, even hellish ones like that. “But you’ve improved a lot.” She then smiled at him concealing nothing. A big hearty, winky type of smile and he felt that hint of warmth knowing she meant Emma. Leila wasn’t so dumb after all and maybe it was her he should offload to rather than Hunter. Get a female perspective.

“Leave her out of this,” Jake warned, squeezing Emma a little more tightly. He may have liked the way Leila was thinking, but he had to make sure none of them got the wrong idea for her sake. He also wasn’t exactly too enamored with the way Marissa seemed to be honed right in, staring at them both and giving him her best fuck-me-now eyes. He regretted picking a place in her line of sight to stand.

“You know when you know, right?” Vincent smirked Jake’s way knowingly, and in that second, he really wanted to throat punch him. Like a performing fucking circus, the other two men joined him in knowing looks and all three winked his way slyly. He glanced to see if Emma noticed anything untoward, but she was busy resting her head into him innocently.

Assholes.

“Daniel certainly seems to think so.” Jake made kissing noises at Hunter in a bid to cover the moment of complete awkwardness, letting go of Emma to haul Daniel into a headlock and plaster his cheek with wet, noisy kisses. Fucker could take that for initiating all this in the first place.

“Fuck off, you creep.” Daniel fought as everyone laughed. Everyone lightening up from the all too serious turn in conversation much to his relief and he could see even Emma was smiling. Jake came back to put his arm back around her possessively and ignored Marissa once again hitting him with a sexual pout.

Piss off, for the love of God.

“Admit it, you’ve been planning the Hunter-Carrero wedding since you were just a little girl. It’s kind of sweet, really.” Jake prodded Daniel with his beer bottle and received two fingers on one hand and one on the other as a response. It was an attempt to keep his focus off what Marissa was now doing with her tongue in the bottle she was holding, he had never had the urge to push it down her throat this badly before.

all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero has the biggest man crush on

had not had enough sex of late

girl who belonged near his heart, whether she wanted it or not. He switched his beer bottle to his left hand, so it hung in front of her and gently took her empty cocktail glass and laid it down, glancing at her happy face for a moment and being reassured that bringing her on this trip was the best thing. He had never seen her so chilled or smiley in all the time he’d known her and even

and he had even woken up with her writhing on top of him naked, trying to get him hard. He had considered it for all of ten seconds before shoving her ungracefully to the floor and then proceeded to fuck every girl she’d brought with her over that next couple of days just

looked his way devilishly, obviously remembering his little backlash, and he felt smug for a moment. He maybe had no feelings for the girl anymore but getting some sick payback for what she had done to him always got a reaction. They seemed to keep doing this; going around in circles year after year until he had met Emma … Now it no longer interested him at

the canopied table. Jake handed Emma a fresh cocktail with his free hand, his mouth lingering close to her temple a little longer than necessary as he smelled her, weird and probably a tad obsessive but she always smelled

flicking his phone at Jake enough that he finally took the hint, letting go of Emma and leaning in to see. He was being strangely secretive by only showing it to Jake and then he saw

picture only the start of a text

… Fucking get in

couldn’t help but feel a little torn. Emma had been cuddling up to him as much as he was since standing here, all the flirting on the dance floor with him and now glaring Marissa down; he was starting to wonder if he should make a

this trip, had been since they arrived and maybe he should stop acting like a woman and just go for

the bedroom eyes and sighed internally. Staring at her for a moment to give her the back-off