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.

he could continue, Hertha

reach, bringing their

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

from his body transferred to hers, making her blood rush and her body scorchingly hot. Realizing her mistake, Hertha's eyes widened as she stared at Alaric, who

mother was

man, who seemed ready to pounce at any

between a rock and a

she was about

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

here they were, in the midst of chaos, and he was still thinking about... those things! Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly released his lips, stepping

tiles were slippery,

under Ker. Trying not to scream, she gasped, flailing her

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

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