Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe's eyes widened in surprise. "I had no idea. Kaitlyn didn't mention anything. She just said this room's been empty for years."

Connor raised an eyebrow slightly. "Well, she's right. I've been living at Greenpeace Estate for the past three years."

Mentioning Greenpeace Estate made things awkward.

Connor noticed a fleeting blush on Chloe's cheeks, which lifted his spirits considerably. "You should go ahead and change. We'll talk in a bit."

Chloe realized she was still standing there in a state of undress. Changing clothes under such direct scrutiny was quite the test of nerves.

"Mr. Connor, I’m about to change."

Connor chuckled and walked over, plopping himself down on the couch where her clothes were strewn. His gaze on her became even more brazen. "I'm not much of a gentleman though."

His blatant misbehavior reminded her of the boy toy she had been supporting for the past three years.

But Chloe wasn’t one to play coy. They had shared countless nights together and seen all there was to see.

With a calm demeanor, Chloe dropped the dress she was holding and reached for the clothes Kaitlyn had prepared on the couch. Beneath the dress, she wore a set of cream lingerie, now fully exposed in front of him.

His pupils dilated sharply.

Chloe's figure was stunning, and her waist was slender with curves in all the right places. The undulating view before him was like a vivid, heavy oil painting.

The soft and silky touch of her skin haunted his mind. Eventually, he reached out and grabbed Chloe's arm.

Just as her fingers touched the fabric, she, along with the clothes, fell into his arms. A passionate and wild kiss enveloped her.

Chloe pushed him twice, but it didn’t make a difference. Then, she stopped resisting. She knew all too well how intoxicating his kisses could be. If she could enjoy it once more for free, why not?

Just as they were making out, Chloe's phone suddenly rang.

Chloe tried to push him away, "I have a call."

"Who cares?"

Connor was already lost in passion and had no intention of letting her go so easily. His hand moved along her perfect waistline. He was contemplating his next move, when Chloe said with a smile, "It's my husband. I have to take it."

That sentence instantly killed his mood, making him get off her. Chloe took the opportunity to grab the phone.

"Where have you been?" Lucas' voice was much clearer but not gentle.

"I spilled some wine on my dress. I'm changing it and will be right there."

"Always something with you."

Lucas hung up after his remark. Chloe began to dress. A yellow tank top paired with dark jeans made her look both casual and sexy. Her face could pull off any style.

"Chloe, let's talk."

After changing, Chloe looked at Connor. "Talk about what?"

"Leave Lucas. Be with me."

Chloe laughed.

Connor frowned, "What's so funny?"

"You want me to give up being Mrs. Moncada to be your secret lover, Mr. Connor?"

"Is being Mrs. Moncada that appealing to you?" NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"Of course. The Moncada family might not be as wealthy as the Sartori family, but it certainly beats being your mistress in the shadows."

"I never intended for you to be a mistress."