The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You, young lady, must've skipped the heart-to-heart again. Fine, let's chat after your shower. I'll start tidying up your room." Kimberly was on the verge of snapping back, but then she thought better of it. Arguing now would get them nowhere.

What?

Her mom was going to clean her room!

Hertha's heart, which had just started to calm down, was now racing again. Panic clouded her mind.

Her and Alaric's clothes were still strewn all over the room, unattended. The moment her mom stepped in, she'd see the chaotic scene.

She would definitely guess what had happened.

What to do, what to do?

Hertha was so anxious she began to pace, accidentally stepping on Alaric's foot in the process.

"Hertha!" Alaric's voice, damp from the shower, deep and rich, was about to give her a piece of his mind.

before he could continue, Hertha covered his

had to stretch to reach,

tensed up, his gaze darkening as he looked

scorchingly hot. Realizing her mistake, Hertha's eyes widened as she

her mother

man, who

a rock and a

she was about

Adam's apple bob, that sexy throat movement, signaling his

still thinking about... those things! Hertha's heart

were slippery, and

Hertha's feet slid from under Ker. Trying not to scream, she gasped, flailing

flat on her face,

close, Hertha could no longer hear her own heartbeat, only Alaric's