Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

She'd only been in Riverbrook for a month, but she'd already mingled with all sorts of folks. The Gentleman's Promise, a new hot spot, quickly became the place to be for Riverbrook's elite, where nights were filled with laughter and music. Cassie, in her usual grand style, decided to invite this eclectic mix to celebrate her birthday at Blue Eyes Mountain. At the moment, Cassie was meticulously going through her contacts, sharing the party details over the phone.

When she got to Winston's name, she realized she hadn't invited him yet. Given that Winston lived right next door, she figured he didn't really need an official invite. Still, she wondered if he might come home late that night. After mulling it over for a second, Cassie decided to call him anyway.

Winston was driving back from a family memorial service with his parents when his phone buzzed. He glanced at it and wasn't planning to answer, but then he noticed the caller ID labeled "Little Rascal" and couldn't resist picking up. With one hand on the wheel, he answered the call.

Before he could say anything, Cassie's upbeat voice boomed through, "Hey, why don't you swing by my place tonight?" Winston couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, "I've got plans tonight, hosting some folks at home." Cassie sounded a bit let down, "Oh well, it's my birthday, and I'm throwing a party. Thought it'd be fun to have you around and maybe introduce you to some of the town's finest. I invited them all, but I guess you'll have to miss out. Alright, you're busy, so I'll let you go." With that, she hung up.

Winston listened to the dial tone with a slight sense of regret. From the backseat, a clear voice chimed in, "Who was that? Quite the loud voice." Winston glanced in the rearview mirror at his backseat passenger.

The guy was casually dressed, legs kicked up. His face was a mirror image of Winston's, but he was styled to perfection, with tousled hair that gave him an effortlessly cool vibe. He had headphones on, lost in his game.

"You're jamming to music and gaming, and you still caught my conversation?" Winston teased. The man, Wayne, flashed a charming grin, "You're my brother. Of course, I'm keeping tabs. Winston, are you seeing someone these days?" Winston shot back, "Wayne, have you forgotten basic stuff while abroad? I'm Parker, you're Wayne. Who's the big brother again?"

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