Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe pushed against his chest, sending him stumbling. They kissed their way from the balcony to the bedroom, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Connor's shirt. Each touch felt like it set his skin on fire. Ever since their breakup, Connor had been bottling up his desires, and now he was finding it hard to resist her teasing. His body temperature skyrocketed, feeling like a branding iron. He was just about to pull Chloe into a fierce embrace and press her down onto the bed when, suddenly, she shoved him hard. He stumbled straight into the bathroom.

As the door slammed shut, he heard Chloe's cool, detached voice, "Get in there!" Connor was left bewildered, trying to process what had just happened. The bathroom door was already locked from the outside.

"Chloe, are you trying to kill me?" he shouted, his voice a mix of anger and frustration.

"Take a cold shower; you won't die," she replied nonchalantly. Then, she cracked the door open just enough to add, "If that doesn't do it, handle it yourself!" Before he could respond, she closed and locked the door again.

Connor saw Chloe's head peek in for a brief moment before disappearing. He punched the wall in frustration. Damn it! He knew her sudden change in behavior was a setup, but he hadn't expected her to be so ruthless.

took a few deep breaths to calm down. Eventually, he gave in, moving to the shower to turn on

Chloe leaned against the bathroom door, taking a deep breath. Connor's physique was incredible, and his kissing skills

any longer. Once Connor got out, she wasn't sure she'd have the self-control to resist him

servers were handsome young men, aged between twenty and twenty-five. Well,

the bathroom door, listening for any sounds from inside. All she could hear was the rush of water. Silently, she unlocked the bathroom

take her to the island's bar. Nestled halfway up a hill,

place. It wasn't just a bar it was a high-end club offering