Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 15

Chloe whipped her head around, her eyes still glued to the man's tall, commanding figure. Wherever he went, it was like a storm cloud followed, his powerful and icy presence intimidating everyone in his path. People watched him with a mix of respect, admiration, and even fear. He had that kind of bone-chilling aura.

It couldn’t be him.

Her "Trophy Boy" was nothing like this. He was as hot as a midsummer sun, wild, reckless, and a bit of a rogue. Every time they met, he was the one initiating the flirtation, playing hard to get when she got close and going all out to win her over when she seemed ready to walk away. He had mastered the art of pleasure like a pro.

Chloe often poked his chest, scolding him, "You're like an incubus, you know?"

He'd always cheekily pinch her chin and say, "Then, are you my succubus?"

her libertine be the otherworldly King of Eldridge standing before her? Chloe convinced herself it couldn't be. But a nagging unease

already seated. Her gaze swept the room but found no trace of Connor.

she looked up and locked eyes with a cold gaze from the second floor of

It was him!

if he was looking at her. Her heart

floor stood still, unwavering. Thank goodness, Chloe thought, it’s not him. She glanced down, ready to hang up, but the call connected. Instinctively, she looked up again. The man on the second

and faster. She slowly lifted the phone to her ear. Finally, a familiar, deep, and cold voice came

man on the second floor, who was staring right

breathe. How could this be? Why was this happening? Connor was actually her Trophy Boy, the one

took Linda abroad. Her childhood friend Cassie had dragged her to Diamond Club. She remembered drinking a lot,