The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric kissed her with such fervor that it nearly took Hertha's breath away. Yet, Hertha could tell that this kiss, contrary to his passionate declarations, lacked the sweetness of genuine desire. It felt more forced than spontaneous.

Hertha felt like she was suffocating under his intense kiss. She quickly raised her hands, her fingers entwining in Alaric's hair, gripping his head, and pushed him away forcefully. Free from the kiss, Hertha gasped for air and glared at Alaric above her. "Have you lost your mind?"

Alaric, too, was breathing heavily, his seductive eyes shimmering, locked onto Hertha below him. "If you keep ignoring me, I might actually lose it. Tell me, are you mad at me?"

He wasn't afraid of Hertha confronting him; he was terrified of her indifference. Looking at Alaric's earnest and somewhat innocent expression, Hertha felt a tug at her heartstrings. His good looks had always been her weakness; a single innocent glance from him, and she'd melt. She couldn't bring herself to leave him. The only option was to confront the issues head-on.

Taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart, Hertha asked, "How many times have you been with Georgia?"

growing anxious. "Why would

Georgia now could only hurt their relationship, Alaric

question it?" Hertha wasn't pleased. Her hands still cradled Alaric's head, fingers woven through his hair - a gesture intimate and

pleaded, his pursuit of Hertha fueled by a mix of passion and fear of her anger. He knew he had to face

increasingly nervous. How many times would be acceptable to her? She didn't have an answer. All she knew was the higher the

finally spoke, "Just once, three years ago,

breathing halted. She pressed,