The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Do you even have to ask?" Alaric said.

"Please, who knows women better than another woman?" Hertha rolled her eyes at him and strutted ahead.

"Guess it's back to the clean-cut look for me then. Can't have you disliking it," Alaric followed her.

"Alaric, how many more times do I have to tell you, we're just frien-!" Hertha turned around, annoyance creasing her forehead, about to remind him they were just friends.

Before she could finish, Alaric cupped her face, pulling her closer, and her lips were suddenly captured in a kiss.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening. Up close, Alaric's face was magnified, his eyes like shimmering orbs of crystal, so pure they seemed to pull her in.

And his eyelashes, long and curled, were a sight to behold.

How could a man's eyes be so beautiful?

the kiss deepen,

stirring sensation was like the

temperature rose along with

quickened, feeling Alaric's breath on her face, strong and

that night three

body, betraying her outward disdain for Alaric, heated up

a helpless

of Alaric's shirt tightened

Alaric deepened

had only meant to stop her from saying those heartless words,

in his arms,

this wasn't the hallway, he thought, yearning for

wasn't sure if Hertha had arrived before him. Hoping against hope, he waited by

smiled on him, and there she was inside the elevator