The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 233

“Enough about that asshole … Have you heard anything more about that god-awful psycho slut?” Leila blinks at me and I know immediately that she means Marissa. The images that brassy whore conjures up in my head from the dining room experience make me bristle in hate.

“Surprisingly not. She’s been lying low and hiding out since that little scene. Jake keeps expecting some sort of back lash like a refusal to let him see the kid after it’s born or something equally vindictive. He says silence is never good with her and I get the sense he’s on tenterhooks about it.” I try for nonchalant and just sound snooty. Leila grins at me, seeing through my attempts at mature and disconnected.

“Yeah, she’s always been a devious whore with a calculated mind … Watch that one, Emma. She’s got absolutely no scruples; money, looks and entitlement have made for a very deathly spoiled bitch. Barbie with a shotgun and a hunger for blood.”

I laugh at Leila’s description and sigh, lounging back to pick up the last of the grapes we retrieved from the bed. That pang of pain at the mere mention of her. Even though I forgave him I still find myself pondering it all and it can still hurt me when I let it.

“Still no sex?” Leila butts into my morose demeanor. I sigh extra loudly, shaking my head and rolling my eyes in frustration, flopping back against the cushions on the bed beside her feet.

“Jake literally can’t muster up the ability to do it, anytime we get close he just has images of impaling a baby’s head or other such nonsense about guilt or making me miscarry. You know what he’s like about being forthcoming with his insecurities … pretends that he’s got none. He’s completely freaking out about it and no amount of reassurance from the doctor has changed that. He’s treating me like fine china and if I so much as dare to move an inch he’s all over me asking me what I need or if I want to lay down or if I should even be moving around. He’s suffocating me with over protectiveness and to be frank, I feel like strangling him to death.” I let it all out in a gush then grin at the hilarity of it all; it appears playboy Casanova Carrero has done a massive U turn.

Leila bursts into hysterical laughter and falls sideways on the bed unable to control herself.

“Oh, my God.” She wheezes trying to gain control. “Who knew hot stud Carrero would literally go celibate and turn into such a fish wife?” She bursts into another fit of giggles and I hit her with a cushion.

“It’s not funny! Sex happens to be one of his most defining qualities.” I laugh and throw another cushion when tears start pouring down her face, uncontrollable laughter bubbles forth from that petite little blonde.

“It’s kinda cute though.” She chokes, trying to get the laughter under control, hugging her ribs. “I mean he obviously loves his baby so much already that it’s messing with his head as much as you do, Emma.” She wipes her

eyes and throws one of the cushions back at me. I can’t help but enjoy the feeling of warmth it gives me and try to ignore the niggle of guilt I get when I think of Marissa’s baby.

“But what do I do about it? He says it’s partly to do with forgiving himself. But my hormones are crazy bad! I’m literally thinking of slipping Viagra in his coffee and raping him in his sleep!” I huff and flop back dejectedly. The inner frustration from aching for sex lately has brought back touchy and grouchy Emma. I need more than cuddles and caresses. Jake has shown me a whole world of kinky sexual fulfillment and I need that back too.”

“You wouldn’t need to. Jake has that sleep thing … Ummm sexo … something.” Leila points out distractedly while thumbing through the magazine still on the bed.

“Sexsomnia!” I sit upright remembering our conversation in Chicago a while ago. He initiates sex while sleeping if he’s overly stressed.

“Yeah, get him stressed to the max then make the moves on him in the middle of the night and he’ll do the rest. If he does it once he’ll see, there’s no danger.” Leila laughs but I sigh and shake my head at her.

“I couldn’t do that, it’s too sordid and seems like I’d be taking advantage of him. He wouldn’t be happy about it and I couldn’t do it. It would be wrong on so many levels.” I can just imagine the amount of pissed off I would get from Jake if he thought he’d done the deed while not being aware of it. The anger at not being able to protect me from himself and anger at me for deliberately pushing him to do it. I know only too well how that head works.

“So? You just need to pull out all the stops and seduce him. Push out those crazy fears and doubts by whirling him into a lust fueled frenzy he has no control over. You seemed to be more than capable of that before all this.” Leila winks across at me with a smirk. I think about what she’s saying for a long moment and smile.

“You’re completely right. I’ve got so used to Jake running after me, pandering to my every need, and still basically kissing ass to make up for things, that I haven’t once thought about turning on the sex myself.”

I have spent weeks being heartbroken and moody at having a version of Jake I’m not used to, pampering my every mood and I haven’t even thought about unleashing my own powers of persuasion. The Emma from our games and Emma from the night in this very house dressed in sexy lingerie and tight dresses that drove him wild. Emma who knew how to push Jake’s buttons. I need to up the game and remind him of just how much he wanted me.