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

her legs up and through Alaric's arms, and hoisted herself onto the bed. With

thought Hertha would throw a tantrum, engage in a little back-and-forth,

him square in the buttocks, a surprisingly painful reminder of

up, Alaric looked down at Hertha, who seemed to

the comments from the receptionist been enough to rile

acting as if nothing had

that incident from

that smile, the more troubling

leaned over Hertha, his face close to hers, his voice a magnetic whisper, "We finally get a date night, how about we

the doorstep had stirred something in Alaric, a fervor that hadn't fully

room with Hertha, and possibly