Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover
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.

That kiss was like a pressure valve letting loose, the pent-up emotions finally replaceing release. The suppressed feelings sprouted wildly, demolishing the last of Winston's restraint. He kissed with abandon, savoring "his" essence, heedless of the world around them catching fire.

Cassie was utterly floored. Her almond eyes wide with shock, as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her blood seemed to freeze, body stiffening, forgetting to fight back. She'd never kissed a man before, except that one accidental brush of lips with Winston when he caught her falling from a tree. Now, this new sensation felt strangely welcome.

Cassie realized she liked Winston too. She hadn't 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 didn't know she was a woman. Did his liking her mean he thought he liked men? The thought made her feel awkward.

Snapping back to her senses, Cassie began to struggle. Winston, too, started regaining his composure. He quickly pushed himself up, his eyes locked onto Cassie's. He saw the whirlwind of emotions in her gaze-shock, confusion, fear, even anger and frustration. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, both caught in the storm of their emotions.

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