Page 65 of Falling for the Wrong Billionaire

But there’s something about him that makes my stomach tighten.

Maybe it’s the way his eyes scan the room like he owns it. Maybe it’s the faint smirk on his lips.

Whatever it is, I don’t like it.

He doesn’t stay long — just orders a drink, downs it quickly, and then leaves.

I watch him go, a faint unease lingering in my chest.

But after a moment, I shake it off.

I have bigger things to worry about right now.

When Bryan and Nate finish their second round, I stand, tossing a few bills on the table.

“I’m heading home,” I tell them.

Nate gives me a look. “You sure you’re okay?”

I force a faint smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

They don’t press.

I step out into the cool night air, letting it clear my head a little.

But instead of heading straight home, I take the long way.

I tell myself it’s just habit. That I like this route better.

But I know the truth.

It’s the street that passes by her house.

The closer I get, the more restless I feel.

I just… need to see her.

To make sure she’s home safe.

I slow as I turn onto her block, my eyes scanning the familiar little house.

But what I see makes me slam on the brakes.

There, standing on her doorstep, is the man from the bar.

The sharp-dressed stranger.

Something in me snaps.

I throw the car into park and climb out, my heart hammering in my chest as I cross the street.

He hasn’t seen me yet — his back is to me as he knocks on her door, standing just a little too close, like he has every right to be there.

My jaw tightens as I close the distance.

“What on earth are you—”

But then the door opens, and I freeze.