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.

smiled to herself. Just three hours had gone by after breaking up

picked up her phone and scrolled to his number. She had saved it as "Trophy Boy." She was surprised that after three years of being with him, she had never even asked for his

fault. They always met at night and went straight to the point. In the heat of the moment, they’d

the careless one. She had sex with this man without even knowing who he was. As she was lost in thought, her

the phone, hesitating for a few seconds before finally answering. "Miss me already?" Her

Then, a low, restrained voice came through. "Where are you

"At home."

over now. Greenpeace Estate. I

told you, my husband is

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

don’t make a fuss. If you’re not happy about the money I gave you after our breakup, I’ll give you a

Do you

matter who you are. It’s

Chloe’s voice remained soothing, almost as if she was pacifying a