Chapter 132


    The departure from the boat this morning is tense, Marissa calls several times, ending in heated


    arguments over Jake’s refusal to meet withwyers until she agrees to Jake’s terms and not hers.


    Every time causes Jake to hang up in agitation and throw his phone in various directions, violently,


    cursing and going off in a full Italian rant. I sit watching with my breath held until he calms down, unsure


    what to say to bring him back to a simmer instead; there isn’t much to calm that hot temper and I know


    to let it run its course. His emotions are on edge with the topic of the baby and Marissa seems to know


    exactly how to push his buttons.


    The flight home is silent, listening to music as he thrashes emails back and forth to his legal advisor


    about the meeting over paternity rights. He’s tense and agitated and very much the Jake Carrero I used


    to work for; boyfriend Jake on hiatus as he frowns his way through a heated typing rampage, his poor


    laptop taking a beating. The Carrero re, stuck firmly in ce as I watch him hit the keyboard several


    times. That fiery Italian temper is always out of ce in the cool calm demeanor of the mostid-back


    Carrero alive and I smile, despite the look on his face. I had even missed that part of him when he’d


    sent me away, his monumental arsey moods and dangerous re never phased me at all. I watch him


    pull out his phone, give the screen the most hateful look I’ve ever seen then he rejects whoever is


    calling before returning to pounding keys.


    “I think yourptop might need medical attention when you’re done.” I poke him in the rib lightly. Hoping


    to calm some of that brewing storm.


    “I think Marissa will need it if I talk to her right now.” He grinds out.


    Ahhhhh, enough said.


    * * *


    We get to his apartmentte evening; his staff dump our bags in his master bedroom and leave us in


    peace. We never spoke again about the things I told him of my past and I’m d. I feel like all I needed


    to tell him is now done, I don’t have anything more to say about it, nothing else to get off my chest,


    putting an end to aN?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.