The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 293

God damn, Daniel!

This was Hunter’s idea of helping him? Getting his porn star sidekick to blow him off while he was asleep and, judging by the nakedness, she had intended climbing on top when he was turned on. The thought made him feel sick. If he hadn’t woken up, he would have fucked her. God, if his sleep condition had kicked in he would definitely have done it and not exactly in a good way. Like that he was aggressive and fevered and had been known to screw like a caveman with zero control.

Did she even have a goddamn condom with her? Or did she just assume climbing onto him bareback was fucking acceptable because she was a porn star who obviously used birth control?

The thought made his skin crawl, porn stars had never been his type. He liked his women with fewer air miles, so to speak. He wanted to lash out right now, find Hunter and beat him. He was so unbelievably pissed off.

The girl just sat cowering at his temper, clutching the towel across her breasts pointlessly, still as much on show at his unexpected reaction, he felt guilty and held out a hand to help her up when she just continued to stare at him.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. Just don’t do shit like that. If I wanted to fuck you, then you sure as hell would know about it. I don’t. I’m here with Emma.” She hesitated, then let him pull her to her feet, using the towel a little more successfully and sniffing back a tear. Big doe eyes on show and his temper calming. Girls were hard to be mad at when they did all that vulnerable shit.

“Daniel told me to surprise you, said once I started, you would blow my mind.” She bit on her lip and he felt the rest of the anger dissipate at the childish mannerism Emma had too.

“Daniel’s a prick. You can tell him I said so.” Jake clicked his neck to release the tension and waved her away. Hoping to God she would never try this crap again. He would need to sleep with one eye open or just sleep beside Emma anytime he needed a nap if Hunter was hell-bent on curing his celibacy.

Wanker.

“Go, leave me to cool down and don’t bring this up again, okay?” He would be having some fucking stern words with Hunter; this shit was not on at all. He noticed how the sneaky bastard had never reappeared. With his woman up here, he was probably screwing the other slut down below. Not that he cared. Marissa had had more men than hot dinners in the last decade and Daniel would use and abuse her in any way he saw fit.

The more degraded the better.

“Pussy.” Hunter’s voice carried from behind, and he saw him rising up the ladder from the sea, asshole was swimming not screwing. Rare for him. Mind you, despite all his leering at Marissa he knew Daniel hated her with a passion, maybe enough to bypass sex.

“Fuck off … What the hell was that?” Jake moved at him angrily, temper reigniting at his presence and Daniel feigned a submissive position. Flapping hands like a woman.

“Please don’t hit me, big boy.” He whimpered in a girly voice with fluttering lashes, kissy lips on top of it all.

Jesus, why was this moron his friend?

“Prick.” Jake dove in, grappling Hunter around the waist and pulling him into a wrestling hold on the deck floor. Hunter was quick to fight back and soon they were knocking lumps out of each other and rolling around like idiots. Jake got Hunter with an elbow to the jaw, a muffled grunt before the twins appeared.

“Get a room, pansies,” Vince smirked as he stalked by, dodging the leg that came out to kick him.

“Jealous much?” Daniel pouted from the headlock Jake had him in before Jake shoved him away and punched him in the shoulder a little forcefully. Asshole needed to learn some manners.