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

“What point?” she asked him accusingly, anger and emotion all over that face. So confused. He scrubbed his hands through his ruffled hair and sighed, grasping at some sense of control and thinking he should just have got out and gone for a walk, but he didn’t.

“What does it matter?” his voice was deflated. He was deflated and tired. He was giving up and just wanted to go back to the boat and forget this day ever started.

“Fuck you!” Emma screeched at him angrily, tears filling her eyes and shocking all the anger out of him. She had never actually sworn at him while yelling like that, and he was rendered momentarily speechless.

He hadn’t ever seen Emma scream at him quite like that either, complete emotional rage. She turned, shoving the car door open, and was gone in a flash, storming away from the car. Impulsively, he followed in hot pursuit. Guilt eating at him and an inability to ever just let her be upset, even if he was the cause.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He caught up in seconds as she stalked toward the road, pulling her back into him and spinning her around to face him, tear-stained and all and it just hit him in the stomach like a punch. Emma crying was something he could never handle, she rarely did it, and when she did, he felt like the biggest dickhead on the planet. He hated seeing her cry, it wounded him in ways he could never explain.

She tried to fight him off angrily sobbing, but he just folded her into his embrace, pushing his face into her hair and cradling her so she couldn’t get away, trying to soothe her.

“I’m sorry … Emma, stop … Emma. I’m sorry.” His voice was raw and strained. She kept fighting but was losing against his sheer size and strength, she was no match. He just held her close, stopping her outbursts and trying to cuddle her in until she finally began to slump and give up the effort. Finally stilling in his arms, silently crying against him yet not really cuddling him back. He knew if he let her go she would still walk off.

“I don’t want to fight with you.” His voice was quieter, closer to her ear, his crazy mood taking a new direction again and just trying to stop the stupidity between them. No matter how he felt for her, above all she was meant to be his friend and friends didn’t hurt each other like this.

into him dejectedly and he could only hold her closer, that horrid feeling of sadness sweeping through him once

the events of the last twelve hours. He had no fight left in him and right now all he wanted to do was lie down and try to block all of

no obvious reason other than all of this just fucking sucked and he wanted her to care more about it. He couldn’t explain or control any of this

tense in his arms, looking up with a look of

shit … Fuck her and everything she did

his entire body. He needed to go to a gym and beat another boxing bag to death to get rid of it this time. Glaring at the hood of

Emma,” he snapped, his gaze was steady on the hood of the low sleek car. He clenched a fist and went for a punch, stopping it millimeters from the hood and laying his palm back flat on the hot sun heated surface. Deep breathing to try to

tried softly, keeping her distance and obviously a little wary of his mood. He tried to

He waved his hand in an exasperated motion, turning back to her, looking at her with

again. His body emanating all kinds of crazy signals no

effect she had on him which only strengthened the fact she

Too angelic for words.

sighed again, and his face

carried on, deflated again. Just so fed up with everything that this

look down to twiddle her fingers nervously and it only made him sigh. Looking back at the car to get a grip on himself and reality, he began kicking at the solid rubber of the tire with his boot toe childishly,

even know why he would choose this topic among them all. He just needed to talk about anything else, maybe a little insight into her past would help