Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 8

Chloe had no idea when she had moved on, but curiosity got the better of her. How far would Lucas go for Linda?

In the bedroom, silence hung between them. Lucas was out on the balcony, calling Linda. He had been comforting her for half an hour, yet every now and then, sobs could still be heard. Lucas kept at it, tirelessly.

Chloe couldn’t help but think back to when she and Lucas were dating. He had never been this patient with her. They knew each other too well. So well that the first time Lucas tried to kiss her, she burst out laughing at his reddening ears.

"Chloe! What’s so funny?" young Lucas had asked, frustrated.

"Looking at your mouth reminded me of when we were kids, raiding that beehive. You ended up with swollen, sausage-like lips from the bee stings. And your ears were so pink – you looked like a pig."

Chloe had laughed so hard she had to lean forward. Lucas fumed, and after that, he never tried to kiss her again. After two years of dating, she hadn’t even had her first kiss. It felt like a failure.

If she hadn’t met that man, Chloe might have reached 23 without knowing what a kiss felt like. The image of him flashed through her mind. When he kissed her, she remembered his passionate, rogue demeanor – like a reincarnated incubus that ensnared souls.

Just three hours had gone by after breaking up with him,

had saved it as "Trophy Boy." She was surprised that after three years of being with him, she had never even asked for his real

went straight to the point. In the

this man without even knowing who

finally answering. "Miss me already?" Her voice had a seductive softness that

moment. Then, a low, restrained voice came through. "Where

"At home."

Estate. I

can’t, I told you, my husband is back. I have to

sleep with him," the man was raising his voice. He was clearly losing

fuss. If you’re not happy about the money I gave you after our breakup, I’ll give you a store. Then, you won’t need to work

that. Do you even

matter who you are. It’s over

as if she was pacifying a child. At that