The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 231

We’re walking hand in hand, fingers entangled, along the sunny pavement in the crisp morning air toward the house Jake wants to buy. It’s almost a replica of the Carrero family home, yet instead of warm sandy brown roughing on the outside it’s brilliant white with palm trees gracing the front of the manicured lawn in an arc, it’s beyond gorgeous and postcard picture perfect.

Two storeys high with modern clean lines and large windows under a sloped tiled roof. It looks so much bigger than the Carrero family home because of the bright colors and straight manicured lines of the surrounding lawns. It’s neat and modern looking in contrast to the flower beds and bushes of Sylvana’s gardens.

It reminds me of Jake’s apartment in small ways. His neat masculine style and bold edgy taste but somehow this has a much homelier quality and a long sweeping drive up to a very beautiful, dark wood, grand front door.

The agent meets us at the open door, a man in his late 30s sporting a side parting, with smoothed back hair and expensive suit. He ushers us inside proficiently with a huge grin. He has a tall slim frame and very cheesy smile with wandering eyes as I approach behind Jake, still being pulled by that possessive hand.

“It’s a blank canvas to put your stamp on.” The man beams at us, leading the way through the white marble, neutrally painted hall, identical to Sylvana’s, to a modern black granite kitchen with white units and steel appliances. He sweeps an arm around the expanse as though encouraging us to look around.

“That’s what we want ideally, a place to mold into our own.” Jake’s eyes flick to me with a smile then walks forward to properly look around the kitchen, letting me go so I can stand and admire it all. He likes to cook, occasionally, and I can imagine him in here making pancakes on a Sunday morning for me like he normally does.

The thought warms me through my stomach, and it rises to my cheeks. I can see Jake happy in this room,

it’s his kind of taste, enough modern and high-tech to

satisfy him yet still warm and welcoming into the heart of the home. I can imagine small chubby legged children sitting around the long low table near the huge wall of patio doors looking out into a massive manicured garden with an outdoor pool.

In the distance, there is an outdoor garage in the same gleaming white and a row of steel doors, suggesting he could fit a lot of cars in there. I have no idea how many cars Jake owns seeing as he keeps them all over the place; his apartment complex, the Carrero business buildings, parking under the apartment, and I know he has a car here as well at his mother’s home.

“Any chance we can do a walk around alone first?” Jake throws back to the agent who is standing close to me, smiling a little too charmingly. The normal urge to recoil at his attention has been replaced with an empty ignorance and lifted chin. I find his interest in me more of an irritation that an outright sense of repulsion.

You have no chance; you don’t compare to Jake in any way.

I catch Jake frowning in that I’ll beat you glare now that he’s spotted where Mr. Agent’s attention is placed, and I smile at my jealous boy with adoration.

Some things never change.

“Yes of course. I’ll wait right here if you want to wander. The owners are away for a few days and all the staff are non-residential. The place is completely empty so feel free.” He beams and steps away when Jake comes back to my side, slipping his fingers into mine, leading the way with another unfriendly glare in the man’s direction as he lays his claim to me deliberately.

“Asshole,” he mutters under his breath as we move back out into the hall away from the agent and I stifle the urge to giggle.

“Really, Jake? Are you always going to be brow beating other men just for looking at me?” I slide my other hand around his arm and pull myself against him as we walk.

“Yes.” He replies non-apologetically and I shake my head at him.

At least he’s honest. I guess never having to deal with jealousy in his life means he has no clue how to notch it down.

I sigh affectionately as he leads me through the downstairs rooms. The layout is almost identical to next door. Large spacious lounge, big open formal lounge, both with huge windows and great fireplaces dominating one wall, both decorated in neutrals and wooden flooring.