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?

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

the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the center, pulling the covers over her and closing her eyes-all

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

him square in the buttocks, a

Alaric looked down at Hertha, who seemed to be

the comments from the receptionist been enough

as if nothing had

that incident from three

that smile, the more troubling

Alaric leaned over Hertha, his face close to hers, his voice a magnetic whisper,

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

in a room with Hertha, and possibly