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?"

Chloe convinced herself it couldn't be. But a nagging unease wouldn't

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

number, feeling a strange sensation like she was being watched. Suddenly, she

It was him!

if he was looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat. On a whim, she

She glanced down, ready to hang up, but

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

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

this be? Why was this happening? Connor was actually her Trophy Boy, the

dragged her to