The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 260

Getting into her apartment is easy enough; all Jake needs to do is bark two words into the intercom.

“I’m here,” and she lets us in without any hesitation.

Whore.

She has the shock of her life when she answers the door, in nothing more than lace bra and panties under a see-through robe and is faced with two angry men and a seething little blonde girlfriend. All I can do is balk and take in her slutty attire, she truly believed he was coming to fuck her.

What planet is she from?

Marissa visibly steps back mouth gaping, before recovering her equilibrium, making no attempt at covering herself. She glances swiftly at Ben, noticing him seems to knock the wind out of her sails and she pulls her robe across her protruding bump.

“What the fuck is this?!” She snaps. Jake pushes past her dragging me, quite confidently, by the hand into the large expensive apartment. It’s a loft apartment and is decorated in an almost industrial style. I don’t want to know if he’s ever been here with her, even when they were teens.

“What does it fucking look like, Marissa?” Jake growls, taking me to a low couch, sitting me down gently, plumping a couple of cushions up behind my back and running a finger across my mouth as though to ground me, trying to help me relax. His attention is always on me.

“We came to party.” Ben breaks in sarcastically. He wanders over to the mini bar and I notice the way he starts fixing two drinks, acting equally as cocky as Jake. He seems a little too comfortable in here as well. I guess this is an apartment they’ve both known quite well, and it makes me feel a tad sick.

“I want you all to leave, I don’t know what this is but …” She starts with hands on her hips, nastily pouting.

“Cut the shit, Marissa,” Jake snaps and walks beside Ben to lift a glass, downing it in one go. I cringe at every drink he takes, knowing it’ll fuel that less than reasonable side to him. Jake is more capable of ferociousness when he’s consumed alcohol.

“Were you ever going to tell me that your baby has two possible fathers, Marissa?” He glares at her icily, all hostility on show.

Ben seems immersed in cracking ice for his own drink and pours Jake another without question. He is irritatingly cool, laid back and almost smiling. I wonder if this is why they used to get on so well. Jake was the hot head and Ben was the calm one. Hunter is that for Jake now, sometimes.

It’s weird to see them so buddy-buddy, side by side at the drinks bar while impressively intimidating the shit out of her. Both scary in full-blown scowling-alpha mode, in entirely different ways. I can see why she has a hard time picking between the two when they’re like this, so effortlessly alike, domineering in their own way. But to me, Jake is far more beautiful. I like his impulsive fire way more than Ben’s cool mood.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I know which one of you is the father.” She lifts her chin nastily, no hint of remorse, surprisingly no hesitation either.

Interesting.

“Sorry … How can you tell who the father is when you fucked two men within twenty-four hours of one another?” Ben remarks snapping at her and I catch a tiny flicker of something appear on Marissa’s face.

Not knowing her well I assume it’s a tiny flail in her perfected bitch stance. She’s lost her confidence, but Jake’s sharp eyes swoops right in.

“What the fuck was that?” Jake snarls viciously, and I jump at the temper only moments ago, I was admiring.

“Hmm?” Ben looks up, a little clueless, completely non-phased with Jake’s outburst.

“That look … That tiny little falter on her calculating face.” Jake raises his empty glass like a pointing tool and

Ben is now staring intently at her. She moves her hands to her hips.

“You can stop the double act and get the fuck out before I call security,” She walks toward me, and Jake grows a little taller, bristling if she dares come anywhere near me. She sees it in the corner of her eye and halts, changing direction and goes to the chair near the door. It seems like she knows enough about that Carrero temper to not be sure of how he would react to her getting so close to me. At last she realizes I mean more than life to him and it gives me a sudden sense of calm and control, old Emma moving in, making me sit a little taller.