The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

A charming smile spread across his handsome face. "Feeling tired, huh? Better hit the hay early and stop fretting about all that mess."

His warm, suggestive breath caressed Hertha's face, a robust aura seeping through her skin into her pores, making her blood simmer with a faint heat.

Hertha snapped back to reality, her gaze locking with Alaric, meeting his seductive, fox-like eyes.

Amber pupils shimmered like water under moonlight, casting a bewitching glow.

Just one glance was enough to unsettle the heart and disrupt one's breathing.

Hertha thought to herself, she was done for. From the moment she was dazzled by Alaric, she had fallen into a trap of her own making, not one laid out by Alaric.

The traps set by others weren't the scariest; the ones we set for ourselves were, like a maze with no exit in sight.

But then again, who could resist being a hopeless romantic?

dawns, Hertha replied to Alaric, "You're right, time to sleep.

swung her legs up and through Alaric's arms, and hoisted herself onto the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the center, pulling the covers over her and closing her eyes-all within a

tantrum, engage in a little

him square in the buttocks, a surprisingly

down at Hertha, who seemed to be

receptionist been enough to rile

as if nothing had

truly be over that incident from three years

that

his voice a magnetic whisper, "We finally get a date night, how about we

doorstep had stirred something in

with Hertha, and