The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric stumbled into Hertha with such force that their bodies collided, prompting an involuntary gasp from Hertha as if her soul was being lightly brushed. Alaric tensed up, his eyes misty, locking his gaze with Hertha, who was merely inches away. It was as if he could feel her heartbeat, thundering wildly like a storm surge.

After a night of calm, the storm within Alaric rose again. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies rubbed against each other, igniting sparks in the steam-filled bathroom, making Hertha's body burn with heat. She looked up at Alaric with wide eyes.

"Hertha, what on earth are you doing in there making such a racket?" Kimberly's voice approached the bathroom. Panic struck Hertha. She tried to push Alaric away, her heart racing.

Her mother was actually coming. The door wasn't locked. If her mother came in and saw them like this, it would be even more embarrassing than just finding Alaric alone! Hertha's heart raced, wishing she could just disappear.

Seeing her panic, Alaric stepped back and swiftly closed and locked the bathroom door just as Kimberly's footsteps neared. The series of actions were swift and smooth.

Just as the lock clicked, Kimberly arrived, asking from behind the door, "Hertha, are you in there?" Seeing the door shut, Hertha's panic subsided slightly. Through the frosted glass, she could see Kimberly's silhouette.

"Mom, I'm just taking a shower." As she spoke, Alaric, hidden

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