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?

smile that bloomed like the brightest of dawns, Hertha replied

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

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

off hit him square in the

who seemed

comments from the receptionist been enough

as

she truly be over that incident from

she was, especially with that

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

in

in a room with Hertha, and possibly in