Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

"Do you really think I'm not worth your trust? You honestly believe there's something going on with me and my friend, don't you?" Chloe's voice had a sharp edge.

Connor didn't say a word. His fingers gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He trusted Chloe, without a doubt. He knew there was nothing shady between her and Grant. He knew Chloe would never betray him like that. So, what was eating him up inside?

It was Grant. Grant wasn't the upstanding guy he pretended to be. Connor saw him as a wolf in disguise, always lurking around Chloe. But Chloe refused to see it. She couldn't see the ulterior motives Connor was convinced Grant had. To Connor, Grant was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. The thought made him uneasy every single second.

What got him the most was Chloe's obliviousness to it all.

"I never said there was anything between you and your friend," Connor finally replied.

Chloe's voice was tinged with anger and disappointment. "Then what are you worried about? Afraid that over time, something might actually happen?"

Connor stayed silent, his thoughts in turmoil.

Chloe let out a bitter laugh. "After everything we've been through, do you really have so little faith in me?"

"Chloe, Grant likes you. Do you know that?"

There was a long pause on the other end. "Why do you keep saying that? I told you, my friend isn't into women."

"Did he say that to you directly?

Chloe, Grant is playing you. He got you that job.at QUEEN for all the wrong reasons. I know what he's up to. He acts like the perfect big brother, but it's all a facade to come between us. He's setting us up to fail just so he can swoop in."

Chloe was stunned, her denial immediate. "That's impossible."

"What's impossible in this world, Chloe? Do you really know him that well?"

"I do. I've known him for over ten years."

Connor's frustration bubbled over. "Chloe, who do you trust more, him or me?"

He had stood up, one hand

slammed against his desk. His voice rose, almost a shout. The taste of

metal filled his mouth, and he

coughed violently. Blood splat net

across the papers on his desk.

Chloe was silent for a few seconds, sensing something was very wrong. "Where are you?" Her voice was laced with worry. "Are you hurt?"

Connor swallowed his anger and replied, "Even if I was dying, you wouldn't care." And with that, he hung up.

Chloe was left standing in the hospital corridor. Grant had just walked out of the emergency room. His injuries weren't too bad. The è blood was from a cut on his tongue when Connor punched him, not from anything serious. Sure, he was bruised and battered, but the CT scan showed no broken bones. For Grant, a few bruises were nothing.

Grant approached her, trying to lighten the mood. "I told you I was fine, but you insisted on the CT scan. Satisfied now? Can we go?"

Chloe looked into Grant's eyes, searching for something. Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "Grant, do you like me?"