Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Ever since Chloe set foot on the island, she couldn't shake off this lingering feeling. But she chalked it up to spending too much time on reality TV shoots. Connor had also taken a look around. "Didn't find anything weird, but I've got the same feeling," he said.

Even though they knew it was unlikely, subconsciously, they were more cautious outside. That didn't apply within the cozy, bamboo cabin Chloe had set up though.

At night, they held each other close, falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Chloe had made the cabin incredibly comfortable, a perfect hideaway.

Hot kisses rained down on Chloe's neck, like wildfire spreading uncontrollably. She felt like she was pressed against a red-hot iron, her body heating up until she felt like she was evaporating into steam.

In the throes of passion, Chloe suddenly realized something was wrong. It was really hot. When she wrapped her arms around Connor's back, she was shocked.

She pushed him slightly, "Are you running a fever?"

Connor's lips never left her skin, his voice muffled, "I know..."

have a fever, and you

curved into a smirk as he kissed her earlobe, "Doesn't matter,

casting swaying, overlapping shadows

Their reckless night had left Connor with a high fever the next day. Stranded on

water over and over, but it hardly

search the jungle for

island wasn't like Devil Island. It was much smaller, with hardly any medicinal herbs to be found. Oddly enough, Chloe stumbled

found

something was very wrong. This island might very well be a Truman Show scenario. And the cruise ship she saw on the horizon

ove