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, bringing

gaze darkening as he

scorchingly hot. Realizing her mistake, Hertha's eyes widened as she stared at Alaric, who was only inches

her mother was about

this man, who seemed ready to pounce at any moment,

between a rock and

felt like she was about to be

bob, that sexy throat movement, signaling

and he was still thinking about... those things! Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly released his lips, stepping back

wet tiles were slippery, and

haste, Hertha's feet slid from under Ker. Trying not to

flat on her face, a strong arm wrapped around her waist,

could no longer hear her own