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?

like the brightest of dawns, Hertha replied to Alaric, "You're right, time

the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the center, pulling the covers over her

a tantrum, engage in a little back-and-forth,

shoes she kicked off hit him square in

looked down at Hertha, who seemed to be

receptionist been enough to rile

as

be over that incident from three years

especially with that smile, the more troubling

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

at the doorstep had stirred something in Alaric, a

room with Hertha, and