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.

could continue, Hertha

to reach, bringing their bodies

warmth, Alaric tensed up, his gaze darkening as he looked down

his body transferred to hers, making her blood rush and her body scorchingly hot. Realizing

her mother was

man, who seemed ready to pounce at any moment, like a replay of

a rock and a

she was about

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

those things! Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and she

tiles were slippery,

feet slid from under Ker. Trying not to scream, she gasped, flailing her arms

as she was about to fall flat on her face, a strong arm wrapped around

close, Hertha could no longer hear