The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Fine, that jerk made his bed, now he can lie in it! Thalassa, are you free right now? Why don't you come over to my place? We could really use a good chat." Hertha was quick to shift gears, cursing Lysander under her breath and no longer trying to push Thalassa towards him.

Knowing that Thalassa was now on her own, Hertha was aware that solitude could lead to overthinking. So she invited Thalassa over, knowing that a lively atmosphere could help shake off the blues.

"Sure, I'll be there soon." After hanging up the phone, Thalassa got moving.

Driving her car, Thalassa arrived at the Gulfstream Community.

As she approached Hertha's building, she spotted a tall, devilishly handsome man lingering outside. Dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his lean arms added to his allure.

It was Alaric!

Seeing him, Thalassa's internal alarm bells went off.

Alaric saw Thalassa first, his eyes lighting up as he approached her. "Thalassa, you're here to see Hertha, right?"

up. "It's Tuesday, shouldn't you

places! He couldn't possibly be here to see Hertha,

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his intentions, he positioned

him with a wary look. "Mr. Falconer, why aren't you at home sleeping on your day off instead of

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a chance to send her off. They say when a good friend is hurt, you should warm their heart with a visit and a

his smile, not beating around the bush and admitting he was here to

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hers," Alaric

knew she lived in the Gulfstream Community, and even knew the building number, but

thank you, Mr. Falconer, for your concern. We appreciate the thought, but no need for a gift. You should go back, and