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..."

you have a fever, and you

the darkness, Connor's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed her earlobe, "Doesn't matter,

like water, casting swaying, overlapping shadows on the bamboo

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

cooling him down with lukewarm water over and over, but it hardly

Chloe decided to search the jungle

Island. It was much smaller, with hardly any medicinal herbs to be

she found

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

ove