Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



He turned and gazed at her for what felt like ages. Eventually, he couldn't help himself and edged closer, bit by bit. As he drew near, he caught a whiff of her scent. It wasn't the kind you'd find in men's cologne. Instead, it was a delicate floral aroma with a hint of tobacco. Surprisingly pleasant.

His fingers brushed against Cassie's cheek. They were warm, just as he'd imagined. His skin was smooth and soft, almost like a woman's. Just like something out of a novel, his skin was like creamy silk. How could a guy have such flawless skin?

Winston's fingers gently traced down Cassie's cheek, stopping at her cherry-red lips. Her lips were incredibly red, not just vibrant but also dewy, like glistening jelly or ripe summer strawberries. That vivid color held a kind of dangerous allure, as if waiting to be picked.

Something stirred in Winston's heart. He wasn't sure what he was thinking. His lips inched closer on their own. His heart pounded wildly. He knew exactly what he was doing, but couldn't-and didn't want to stop. It was as if a strange desire was pulling him in. That shade of red seemed like the most tempting thing in the world.

His lips drew nearer and nearer. His heartbeat thundered like a drum. The desires he usually kept in check roared to life, like a wild beast breaking free. They began to consume everything around, growing larger and larger. Right now, he was powerless to control or hold back.

His lips met Cassie's. Their noses touched, their breaths mingling. Winston nearly forgot to breathe. The soft touch of their lips sent a shockwave through him. He felt as if struck by lightning, inside and out. His body went rigid, unable to move. Winston closed his eyes.

The unique taste between their lips spread through him. Every cell in his body seemed to wake up, shouting and celebrating wildly. He wasn't sure how long it lasted. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if waking from a deep dream. He pulled back quickly, sitting bolt upright. Catching his reflection in the rearview mirror, he looked as if he was facing a great threat, panicked and disheveled. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Cassie, sensing something in her sleep, groggily opened her eyes and rubbed them, still half-asleep. "Winston, are we home yet?" she mumbled. Winston stared at her like she was a creature from another world, then abruptly flung open the car door and bolted out.

Once inside, a loud crash echoed.

Cassie was left-completely bewildered, Any trace of sleep vanished. What on earth had gotten into him? Cassie thought Winston had been acting more and more peculiar lately. If he hadn't been her childhood friend, she might've

stopped hanging out with him

altogether. Throwing fits at

her—what was up with that? Content

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Cassie got out of the car and jogged to the house, determined to get some answers. But she found that Winston had locked the door from the inside. Her password didn't work, and even after trying her fingerprint a few times, the door wouldn't budge. Cassie was fuming. What was his problem? But she wasn't one to give up easily.

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Friends should talk things out. This tiptoeing around was getting them nowhere. So, she quickly climbed the apple tree in the yard. It led straight to Winston's balcony. Winston probably never expected Cassie to climb up there. He'd just gone to check if she'd left. As he opened the glass door to the balcony, they came face to face... Content belongs to

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