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?

brightest of dawns, Hertha replied to

her shoes, swung her legs up and through Alaric's arms, and hoisted herself onto the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the

Hertha would throw a tantrum, engage in a little back-and-forth, but she complied so

hit him square in the buttocks, a surprisingly

at Hertha, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, sensing something

from the receptionist been enough to rile

as

be over that

that smile, the more troubling

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

kiss at the doorstep had stirred something in Alaric, a

in a room with Hertha,