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 to Alaric,

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

was taken aback. He thought Hertha would throw a tantrum, engage in a little

hit him square in the buttocks, a

looked down at Hertha, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, sensing

comments from the receptionist been enough to rile

acting as

she truly be over that incident

she was, especially with that smile, the more troubling it

hers, his voice a magnetic whisper, "We finally get a

kiss at the doorstep had stirred something in Alaric, a

with Hertha, and