CHAPTER139
Very good, ha ha, Jake.
I wobble again, and he pulls me back against him; maybe I should feign fainting in the future if this is the result. Falling into his arms seems to be a far-too-easy and satisfying habit nowadays. Although, thinking of ‘falling’ …
Oh God.
My mind slaps me.
“Marissa!” I blurt out suddenly, remembering what had first caused my dizziness.
“What?” He clamps his hand on me with confusion, a stormy frown creasing his face almost instantly.
Shit. Did I say that out loud?
“She called; she needs to speak to you,” I cover, hiding the tremor in my voice. He looks both instantly annoyed and something else… wary.
“When?” The dark look is back; I hope that means he’s not happy about her call, and not that I forgot to tell him. Not that I could be blamed; I was unconscious after all.
“Before I … dramatically met the floor.” I try a small smile, but he doesn’t look pleased; he’s glowering at me.
No? Too soon?
I think he’s displeased in general. He frowns and picks his cell up from the table, sliding it open with one hand. I have a moment of panic wondering if I exited his text box, but he doesn’t react, so I guess I did.
That was close! Stupid, Emma. Really stupid.
He’s still holding me, keeping me upright, but quickly sits me down in the seat nearby before he presses his cell screen.
He’s going to call her right now! Right here, with me sitting beside him?
I squirm, certain I don’t want to witness this at all.
“Marissa, you called?” He doesn’t sound friendly. There’s a long pause as he listens, and I don’t want to be here. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He may think we’re back to just PA and boss, but my heart says differently. “I told you,” he snarls.
He sounds different. I’ve never heard him in lover mode, but he actually sounds annoyed and in asshole Carrero mode, but what-evs.
“No … Don’t bother. I’ll call you,” he snaps at her.
Well, I’m glad I’ve never met him in lover mode, because he’s being quite pissy with her.
If this is what his dates get, then why the hell do they still date him?
He sighs dramatically, listening, tense as he paces back and forth, like a caged animal who is desperate for freedom.
“Okay, okay … Don’t fucking cry … I’ll call you back when I’m done.”
Now that makes me shut up and take note. Confusion all over my face and my brain whirring at his attitude, I try to feign ignorance and seem like I’m engrossed in the edge of the table, picking at it. His voice was hushed, but not enough, so maybe he doesn’t know how much I heard. He casts a look at me warily and comes over to help me up after he hangs up on her.
“We’re going. Now.” He’s back in pissed and grumpy mode, Boss Carrero calling the shots. I don’t even react, just allow him to guide me and stay quiet. My head whirls with the little snippet of conversation between him and Marissa, completely clueless as to how to feel."
