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?

bloomed like the brightest of dawns, Hertha replied

up and through Alaric's arms, and hoisted herself onto the bed. With a roll, she nestled into the center, pulling the covers over her and

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

hit him square in the buttocks, a

up, Alaric looked down at Hertha, who seemed

comments from the receptionist been

was she acting as if

over that incident from three

that smile, the more troubling it

on the bed, Alaric leaned over Hertha, his face close to hers, his voice a magnetic whisper, "We finally get a date night, how about we spice things up a

had stirred something in Alaric, a fervor that

a room with Hertha, and possibly in a sulky