Lovers of my book The Carrero Influence book 2 will love this brand new alternate scene.
This is the elevator scene re-written from Jake Carrero’s perspective as per requested by you, the lovely fans.
Please note there is swearing and sexual references and this is not suitable for those under 18 years of age.
Read at your own risk!!
Book 2 – Elevator scene.
Jake walked out of the board room meeting without any clue as to what he had just sat and endured for the last hour, Margo had been glaring his way and nudging him with her foot under the table every few minutes and making him all the more aware of how ‘out of it’ he was. He had been this way ever since his father’s email had come in, informing him that Emma was back in his building… Back within reach and he had no idea how to handle it. He didn’t know if he should be happy or panicked that he could just see her around his building again, he wasn’t sure how the hell to feel about it but couldn’t deny the slight feeling of hope in his chest that he could bump into her. If he was being honest with himself then he hadn’t had his head in the game for weeks, not since he had sent her away and today was just another prime example of how ‘not well’ he was doing without her in his life.
Traipsing behind a couple of his colleagues towards the bank of elevators on the floor of the meeting he tried like hell to focus on his afternoon schedule, he knew he had a one to one with the head of finance over the Hunter Carrero merger but for the life of him he couldn’t remember why.
‘I’ll see you upstairs in a bit.’ Margo smiled his way from walking beside him, she was rifling through files from the meeting and frowning his way.
‘Where you going?’ He looked at her blankly, trying like hell to act like a functioning human being instead of the mindless zombie of the past few days. Honestly…. few weeks.
‘To take these to Brandon….’ She stared at him dead pan. ‘Your lawyer!…’ Again staring like he had two heads. He just stared back completely clueless and she sighed heavily.
‘Well it’s just as well one of us was paying attention to the bloody contracts you just signed off on then, isn’t it? …. Jake for the love of god…Go see her, I don’t know how much more of this I can endure.’ She gave him a stern look, sighed and kissed him on the cheek in her motherly fashion before smoothing down his lapel with her free hand and waving as she walked off. He watched her go feeling even more space cadet and completely out of touch with reality.
So you signed off on contracts?…Idiot!
He heard the elevator ping and open somewhere in front of the men crowding before him and watched them all file into it, sighing and looking back towards Margo for a moment as she disappeared down the hall, he contemplated if she was right. If seeing Emma again would get him out of this funk or if it would just make it all worse.
God, he missed her so fucking much.
Waiting for them all to clear he walked forward to follow them into the elevator and immediately felt his heart thud through his chest. As though some unearthly force had just conjured her up for him out of nowhere, his eyes met hers as soon as he stepped foot inside. Some force of nature making sure he connected with her as soon as he had even walked into the damn thing. She was near the back, behind a bunch of employees and those baby blues met his for a mere second with all the force of a tidal wave. He couldn’t breathe. She was everything of his dreams and more.
She was wearing her light grey tailored jacket and pencil skirt from the first time he had ever laid eyes on her over a soft pale pink silk blouse but yet with her soft hair still loose, still waves of perfection and a golden halo around that perfect face. It was all a little too painful to bear after weeks of only conjuring her up in his head and he turned as he found a spot to stand, putting her behind his back so he could think about how to handle this. His stomach was churning and definitely a deep painful ache in his chest that made it near impossible to pretend she wasn’t so close. Every part of him straining and aching to just turn and look at her, he wanted to hear her voice…see her smile.
She was beautiful, stunning….Perfection. Still his angel.
The elevator stopped and some men shuffled in and out, he moved further back, still just focusing on his breathing and scrambling thoughts, staring straight ahead for a little control and wondering what he should say to her. He wanted to say something, anything but he was temporarily rendered mute. Her perfume filling the air around him so he couldn’t move, feet locked to the ground and unable to relax at all. She was close enough to just reach out and touch if he turned to look at her but he just couldn’t. It hurt too damn much and being back with her only highlighted how much he was still crazy in love with her. He hadn’t moved on in any way at all and this just reminded him of how much his life was completely fucked without her.
More people moved in at the next stop and he had to shuffle back, closer to her, her perfume getting clearer and causing him more considerable pain, he could feel her, the heat of her body in the elevator despite the other people and he was aware of only her and her proximity. He was almost beside her now, almost shoulder to shoulder save for a gap being forced between them by the man in front standing just forward of them, he glanced her way impulsively. His mind just wanting to look at her again and caught those beautiful blues as she did the same thing.
Fuck.
It was like a thunder bolt to his heart and when she looked away quickly and stared at the floor he couldn’t help the overwhelming need and longing to just step forward and touch her. To lift her chin up and just stare at her and tell her he wanted her back in his life. He needed her in his life. Instead, he stared forward at the doors like a coward, trying to reign it all in and losing sight of anyone else in here apart from her and the sheer agony of this.
Say something to her, stop being an asshole and speak.
The lift chimed and he saw her move to go, his heart pounding erratically and mild panic setting in at the thought of her going, of seeing her leave without anything from him. No words, no smiles.
You’re a fucking asshole Carrero…. Speak to her!
She had to squeeze past people in front to go and she brushed against him lightly, a surge of electricity and a major pang of longing, it was a brief nothing touch but it rendered him completely useless. Looking at her hopelessly and just aching to reach out and pull her against him. His tongue working loose in a last ditch effort as she caught his eye momentarily. She was the only girl he had ever met who could turn him to mush with just a look at those perfect almond eyes that turned his knees weak.
‘Miss Anderson.’ He said quietly and politely, trying for a smile that was genuine and just feeling like he was stiff and disconnected. Her beauty floored him, her eyes meeting his had made him unable to function and her perfume would stay in his head for an eternity at this rate.
I love you Bambino and I fucking miss you so much that I can’t bear this.
‘Mr Carrero.’ She breathed back, no smile, no emotion just a cold tone and obviously still hurt over his betrayal. He couldn’t blame her, she had been his right hand and he had severed it and sent her off to work in a place he knew she probably would have hated. They had crossed a line in having sex but it had been the best moment of his life, one night that would haunt him forever and he never wanted to lose the memory of what she felt like. He wanted to replay it for an eternity and would never regret being with her. To her though he had done what he always did, he had fucked her and disposed of her and as much as it pained him to have her think that way he knew it was for the best for both of them.
He had hurt her, cut her off and disconnected from her in the worst possible way for his own sanity and looking at the cool way she walked out of the elevator without a backwards glance hurriedly he knew he deserved her icing him out. He had been a shit head and a coward and sent her away rather than keep going through the torture of being around her. He just wished seeing her wasn’t like a stake being driven through his heart over and over and slumped back against the back wall as the doors closed on the most beautiful view he had ever seen.
Back to reality Carrero…You never fucking had her. You never deserved her.
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