The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 150

He’s going to see her; he’s going to stay away from New York and talk about his future with Marissa’s baby and I don’t want it to be happening.

“Nora will come in and change the bed for you, bambino, she’ll make you dinner around five … Make sure you eat, okay?” He lingers over me, a look in his eye of reluctance. “I’ll be back before you know it … Don’t go to work tomorrow, stay here, and take some you time. I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay and okay.” I smile emptily, wrapping my arms around his neck one last time, pushing down all my inner upset before he slides up and waves. He grabs my foot at the end of the bed and strokes down my sole gently, causing me to flinch and giggle. He pauses, looking one more time as though he’s reluctant to leave then turns and goes. I think maybe he’s feeling it too, that trepidation at leaving me, at going to see her. I hold it together and let him go.

* * *

Jake finally calls me around midnight, when he’s just getting to his hotel and he seems a million miles away. I miss him so much, even more so laying in this huge bed in his apartment all alone. The security staff have an outer hall that leads to a corridor of small rooms outside Jake’s main apartment, so they rarely come inside unless needed. Nora left around seven to go home to her cats after I finally spent some time getting to know her while she cooked. Here I am in this huge, modern apartment, which lacks any home comforts, all on my lonesome.

“This hotel sucks,” he sighs down the line, sounding so much huskier than his normal voice, he sounds tired and agitated and as unhappy as I feel.

“Are you slumming it in something less than five stars?” I ask giggling. Knowing that would never happen.

“It’s a shitty Carrero hotel.” He returns, his voice betraying the fact he’s smiling. Jake has always tried to avoid staying in his hotels for some unknown reason to me that I always found hilarious; all those trips all over and he had me booking us into anything but a Carrero hotel.

“Why on earth are you staying in one of those?” I ask, laughing at the irony.

“Seems my stand in PA is a bitch.” He laughs, I know he has Margo still on staff, filling in for our disappearing acts. She asked that she be allowed to work on, even when I returned, finding the life of a retiree unfulfilling. So technically, he now has two PAs. Margo has been given an office elsewhere on the sixty-fifth floor all of her own, with regular office hours which seems to suit her much better.

“She must be mad at you to stick you like that.” I giggle, turning onto my back in bed and twirling my hair above my head.

“Yeah, maybe replacing her with a younger PA I frequently bend over my desk put her nose out of joint.”

I eyeroll and just ignore his comments about sex. It’s always sex with him.

“I’ve never been in a Carrero hotel.” I exclaim suddenly. It’s true, in all the time I’ve worked there I have never been to one. Ironic really. Never even laid eyes on one. I would never have gone to one without Jake as its price tag is above anything I could ever have afford, they are in the top tier of luxury accommodations.

“You’re not missing much … Think old-world Hollywood glamour and ridiculously expensive … Nothing modern … Much like my father and his Godfather tastes.” He sighs and then I get it right away. The hotels are his father’s babies, the style and service something he established long before Jake was even a twinkle in his eye, and well, if it oozes Giovanni then I can see why Jake avoids it. He tried, in the last year, to have them updated but his father always came down hard on the styling of his chain.

“Can’t be all bad … I mean I bet the staff are working extra hard to make you happy … Being the heir of their empire.” I giggle at his defeated tone.

“Bambino … There is only so much ass kissing I can take, besides, they all dress like maître d’s from Disneyland … My father really has no clue at all.” He pauses, going silent for a moment and I’m hit with that tug of longing even harder. I want him here next to me already. I don’t like this at all.

“I wish you’d come with me,” he croons softly, almost reading my mind. “I understand why, Emma, but I hate this. I want you here, laid next to me, not just a voice on a phone.”

“I don’t want to be a part of this, not yet.” I admit honestly “I’m not okay with it yet. I need time.” I sigh, waiting for the start of an argument; I’ve never said that before.