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The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 255

“I changed your doctor,” he says it in such a deadpan way that I literally choke on disbelief. I guess that’s why I haven’t received any follow up appointments yet. Although to be fair I already knew this was coming because of his call straight after our appointment.

“Why?” I pretend to sound stern. I’m really not though.

He narrows his eyes at me and sighs, rolling off me onto his back, staring at the ceiling, looking guilty as hell, arms bent at the elbow, crossed over at his forehead.

“Because I’m still a jealous dickhead. I got you a woman instead.” He throws an arm over his face and looks a bit remorseful, in a sexy ‘bossy little shit’ kind of way.

I know I should be angry at him. I know I should be throwing all sorts of stroppy tantrums but right now I just want to kiss him, so I start to giggle. Giggling turns into laughter at the realization that I’m stuck with this man child who can be so suave and confident one minute, then this insecure impulsive little boy the next.

“I didn’t think you would find it funny. I was so sure you’d be pissed so I was hoping to just spring her on you.” I nudge him in the ribs. If he wanted to do that then he shouldn’t have openly called for a list of female GYN’s in front of me.

“She better not be prettier than me!” I laugh at the absurdity of the two of us, and he relaxes then laughs too.

“Fuck, no baby. No woman will ever take your beauty queen crown … Are we always going to be like this?” He turns on his side and leans on his elbow, propping himself over me, his free hand coming to cup my abdomen possessively, splaying his palm out flat, covering our baby.

“Probably. I mean maybe we won’t be as bad the longer we’re together, but I don’t think I’m capable of not being a little bit jealous about other women lusting over you.” I smile hopelessly as he leans in and kisses me softly.

“And I’ll never want to stop beating the shit out any man who dares to touch you, baby.” He smirks at me and I sigh.

“We’re perfect for each other,” I giggle as his hand trails my face, tracing my features slowly.

“I’ve been telling you that since the day you met me.” He winks and leans down for another passion fueling kiss. His mouth molding so deliciously to mine, tongue teasing me into complete submission.

“Want to spend the day in bed letting me show you all the ways in which we’re perfect for one another?” He smirks wickedly, and my body heats up almost instantly. He should know by now that lately I never turn that down.

“So long as I’m not late for meeting Leila tonight. We have a couple of friends to sort out.” I giggle as that adoring hand moves from my abdomen to my inner thighs, sliding slowly up under my robe, arching as he connects with me divinely.

“You look sexy as hell. I’m not sure about leaving you in that bar for an hour. This was dumb.” He rakes a hand through my hair, catching it in his fist and giving it a little pull to bring my mouth to him for a gentle kiss.

“Leila will smell a rat if you’re all there when we walk in. I want her to loosen up a little so give us time to talk before you two come crashing in.” I’m trying to be patient with him tonight, his jealous and protective side is wanting to dominate but his loving side is trying to give me a little space.

He is visually struggling with himself.

“Then you should’ve let me arrange a quiet club. Less people, less chance of someone knocking into you and—”

“Stop.” I lean up and kiss him. Jake’s heart is thudding, and the way he keeps rubbing his hands on his jeans tells me he’s on the verge of a panic attack. He’s turned into a complete contradiction of who he normally is over this, like our proposal night all over again, and it melts me. He’s been sweating rivers since we arranged this little Operation, at the thought of me being be out in the big old world without his constant protection and I giggle at the thought.

“I’ll be fine, we’re going to get a corner seat, ply her with cocktails, and just talk. It’s a weekday, the place will be quiet, no real party animals on a Tuesday night, Jake. Just people meeting for drinks.” I’m trying to soothe away the face that has come over him, furrowed brow, infamous Carrero glare and touch of childish pouting. My heart softens to goo.

“An hour though? I’ll go out of my mind. Maybe if Mathews sat …” He’s close to pacing again, like he was before, a frantic wild-eyed look draining over his face.

“No. Stop. Seriously.” I take both of his hands and pull them to my waist, he follows obediently.

“Trust me to take care of myself. I was doing it long before I had you. You on the other hand … I’m not sure you can be trusted out with Daniel Hunter, there’s a lot of things you two could get up to in an hour.” I point out and his face crumbles.

“You know I never would again, Emma … You know...” Again, with the panic-stricken expression. I silence him with a kiss.

“Trust,” I say slowly and deliberately with two raised eyebrows and he sags with defeat. That green-eyed glare is turbulent, but he’s resigned to the fact that this is happening. Realizing that trust is a two-way thing and he wants me to trust him more than anything in the world.

“What?” I blink at her rapidly, guilt coursing through me and wonder how the hell she worked it out from just one expression on my face.

“Oh, come on. I’ve known Jake practically my whole

life and I happen to know what he’s like over you. This phony little freedom right here …” she says pointedly, drawing a circle around me in the air, “…without armed security and a huge plastic bubble keeping you and his heir safe from people breathing on you … God forbid … I knew instantly you two had set me up.” She looks rather pointedly at me and then Sarah accusingly. I blush and Sarah just giggles.

“Gee this one’s sharp. Is that common with all Jake’s friends? Far too quick on the uptake!” Sarah takes a sip of her drink and watches us both with amusement. I should’ve known she would figure this out, she’s completely right. My being out of Jake’s sight for any length of time these days screams of huge red warning flags.

Dammit.

“Okay fine. But we did it out of love and Daniel really wants to see you, Leila. You dumping him is just plain absurd.” I wave my hands guiltily. She throws back her drink and starts waving manically toward the bar with her glass in the air. The tender throws her an obvious What? shrug, informing her this is not a table serving service, but starts making her a new drink regardless.

Leila and her power of persuasion.

“I can’t do it.” Leila looks down at the table and sighs, the feisty girl I adore taking a moment to lower her angry guard. “He’s going to crush me; the longer I see him the more I fall for him and he’s going to fuck it all up.” She flails at me in complete raw despair while Sarah reaches out a careful hand. Leila just looks so broken somehow.

Sarah’s always been good at giving touching, empathetic, love.

“Leila, it’s fear, you’re not really giving him a chance,” she croons at her with her wide doe eyes in sympathy.

“You never saw him, some girl all over him trying to get in there and he was just so … blank.” A single tear fills her eye and she wipes it away, angrily, with the back of her hand. Her little face crumbling and her lip wobbling adorably.

“I’m lost. I don’t get you?” I sit back trying to analyze her face. Trying to put myself inside Leila’s head and failing. The girl has as many complicated walls and levels as I used to have.

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