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

Jake headed up on deck looking for Emma half an hour later, changed into a black fitted shirt and jeans, his usual ready to party look. With shades on and a grim expression on his face and a mood to match. He saw her lounging with Leila and called her over, pushing down the ache inside at the sight of her.

“Emma, I need you a second.” His tone was emotionless and borderline pissed, guilt trying to push into his mood, but he stuffed it back down knowing he had to stay in this frame of mind to do this. He gestured her to follow him as he turned and headed away from prying eyes, she followed obediently, and he tried to ignore every part of his heart trying to soften at her mere presence.

No more of this wimpy shit, Carrero.

They walked down to the lower floor of the boat, he could feel Emma behind him, tense, quiet and uncertain, but he had to do this for his own sanity. He had to maintain this anger and mood and leave. Leave her and this stupid infatuation behind so he could go back to just working with her.

“I’m leaving for a couple of days; I’ve left you a credit card in your room in case you want to go out, there’s a car on shore that will take you anywhere you want to go.” His voice was flat, devoid of emotion and trying so hard to avoid looking at those wounded baby blues that could unravel him in seconds. From the corner of his eye he saw her head snap up and eyes search his face, he got a punch in the gut feeling of regret, but he clenched his fists in defiance and gritted his teeth against it.

“Where are you going? We cleared your schedule for two weeks, so you wouldn’t need to go anywhere.” She sounded shocked, her voice slightly higher and faster than normal. He could feel the tension and fear coming from her that he was leaving her alone with these people, but he knew Leila would take care of her and Hunter was back tonight and had sworn with his life to watch over her. To make sure no one else tried anything, and that she had a relaxing end to the trip. He felt like an asshole to be leaving her though, he had promised he would take care of her, and he was being a dickhead by not doing that. She had to know this was the best for both of them though.

“Change of plan … try to relax and have fun, if you can,” he said it angrily, at himself, not her. She was looking at him more and more like she was about to cry, and he just felt like punching himself in the face. Anger ripping through him at a hundred miles an hour and worsening his mood.

I’m sorry, bambino.

this easier on him, closing her out. Taking the feeling out

don’t,” he replied coldly, fully resigned that what he

mannerisms back and the tight lift of that defiant chin. He took a moment to look

was out of his mouth but not willing to apologize over this and show any weakness. If he wanted professionalism back, then he had

back hit him harder, only giving him more resolve to be harsher to kill this friendship the coldest way and be done with it. He looked away from those endless sea eyes that ripped his heart from

of our relationship—uncrossing the line. That’s what you called it, right?” He tossed back casually, avoiding looking at that beautiful face, he couldn’t keep this

hate me, miele, just understand this

that line?” Her words sounded pained, quiet and for a moment Jake doubted all of it. Doubted her feelings and doubted his whole stupid plan. The urge to tell her he didn’t mean any of it, to turn and wrap his arms around her

turned away in disappointment, heart hitting the floor once again as he led her into his room and pulled a case from the cupboard. He had packed a flight bag already and needed only a

cold, reminding him of admitting to a lack of sex

let off steam.” He smirked icily, glad to have an excuse to cool things between them if he was being honest. He couldn’t, in all honesty, keep doing this to himself anymore. His body wasn’t built for long periods of celibacy, and his shitty moods and fuzzy head might actually improve. She was watching him with a cool expression, poised and motionless as though observing a naughty child carrying out

yourself.” She turned on her heel, a slightly pinched expression that only riled him more,