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?"

gaze, Thalassa tensed up. "It's Tuesday, shouldn't you be at

loitering outside Hertha's building of all places! He couldn't possibly be

day off." Alaric's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "You lead the way, I'll

he

of moving forward, she turned around and scrutinized him with a wary look. "Mr. Falconer, why aren't you at home sleeping

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good friend is hurt, you should

around the bush and admitting he was here to

just go up

exactly which apartment is hers," Alaric

lived in the Gulfstream Community, and even

a politely distant smile. "On behalf of Hertha, I thank you, Mr. Falconer, for your concern. We appreciate the thought, but no need for a gift. You should go