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?"

before her? Chloe convinced herself

seated. Her gaze swept the room but found no trace of Connor. She sat quietly, pulling out her phone and scrolling through

was being watched. Suddenly, she looked up and locked eyes with a cold gaze from

It was him!

distance, she couldn't be sure if he was looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat. On a whim, she dialed

but the call connected. Instinctively, she looked up again. The man on the second floor still stood tall, holding a phone to

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

just stared at the man on the second floor, who was staring right back at her. After a few seconds,

making it hard to breathe. How could this be? Why was this happening? Connor was actually her

thoughts. She suddenly remembered the first time they met. The night Lucas took Linda abroad. Her childhood friend Cassie had dragged her to