Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 182

The guy’s brow creased just a little.

Emmy snapped out of it, silently cursing herself. What was she even thinking? No way a firefighter could be the cold-blooded Mr. Nelson.

She went pale, practically jumping to her feet before giving him a deep, awkward bow.

“I’m so sorry. I thought you were someone else.”

“It’s just… you look so much like my husband. Even the scratch on your neck—it’s really similar.”

He watched her ramble, one eyebrow quirking up, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. There was a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Are you hitting on me?”

Emmy froze, her cheeks burning so hot she could barely breathe.

“No, no, nothing like that—I just—”

She tried to explain, but somehow, every word made it worse.

Suddenly, he stood. His shiny leather shoes stopped right in front of her, and before she could react, his cool fingers gently gripped her chin, tilting her face up.

His face was impossibly close, every sharp, perfect line of it impossible to ignore. He was dangerously handsome, the kind of good-looking that made your heart race and your brain forget how to function.

He gave her a slow, crooked smile, his voice a low whisper.

“Take a good look.”

“How much do I really look like your husband?”

Emmy was trapped by his stare, forced to study every detail of his face. He had striking features—high brow, deep-set eyes that seemed to freeze you in place, a straight nose, and lips set in a line that looked almost cruel.

If you just compared features, he and James could have been twins. But the vibe? Completely different.

James was steady, calm, the type of man who made you feel safe just by being there. He always moved with quiet confidence—gentle, grounded, reliable.

This man felt like the opposite. Everything about him screamed danger. He had the energy of a drawn knife—cold, sharp, untouchable. He radiated a kind of power that made everyone want to keep their distance.

Emmy knew better than to say they looked alike. Nobody liked to hear that, especially a man like him—someone who was used to being one of a kind.

Her lashes fluttered and she quickly looked away.

Emmy’s brain short-circuited.

At that party, she’d literally run into his chest while trying to get away from Dean.

At the charity event, someone had slipped something into her drink, and she’d kissed him without even knowing what she was doing.

In the elevator, she’d crashed into him again—also running from Dean.

Her face burned hotter. She bit her lip, mortified.

“Those… those were all accidents! Seriously!”

“I’m just here to talk to James about the Starlight Corporation deal.”

He laughed again, the sound echoing in the empty lounge. Then he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming.

“Accidents? I don’t buy it.”

“Ms. Lincoln, don’t you think the universe just keeps throwing us together?”