Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 727

The moment their lips met, Winston felt like he'd been yanked out of a sizzling frying pan. For what seemed like forever, he'd been simmering, feeling the relentless heat. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on the verge of giving way, his mind a tightrope that he dared not let slack. He kept telling himself not to cross any lines, to steer clear of Cassie, that maddening person. Yet every time he closed his eyes, all he could picture was "his" face. The longing to see "him" was overwhelming.

He kept toggling between losing control and clawing back some form of sanity, again and again. He thought he was losing it. Meanwhile, Cassie seemed to breeze through life, ever enthusiastic, always the life of the party, surrounded by folks. Normally, Winston wouldn't give such a free spirit a second glance, but this was Cassie. His struggle wasn't about accepting his feelings for another man; it was the impossibility of ever being with Cassie.

His heart was a blazing inferno, hidden away from the world. It thrashed about in the confines of his chest, like a wild thing shackled by chains, each beat a searing burn. He had resolved to keep this secret from Cassie, perhaps settle for being "his" friend. But seeing "him" with others, the jealousy erupted, obliterating his sense of reason.

pressure valve letting loose, the pent-up emotions finally finding release. The suppressed feelings sprouted wildly, demolishing the last

lightning. Her blood seemed to freeze, body stiffening, forgetting to fight back. She'd never kissed a man before, except that one accidental

been so sure before, but now she was certain, believing Chloe's words that Winston liked her. Just as a flicker of joy began to spark, her heart sank. Damn! Winston liked men and

up, his eyes locked onto Cassie's. He saw the whirlwind of emotions in her gaze-shock, confusion,

away from Cassie, perching himself on the couch, still as a statue. He felt like a snowman left out in the cold,