The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan had never felt anything like it before this tingling, electrifying sensation that coursed through his entire being. He'd been with many women, but none had made his blood ignite with just a simple touch the way Lydia did. He couldn't help but steal glances at her. Tall and lean, her physique was the result of consistent workouts, with muscles toned and far from fragile. Her face had the classic beauty reminiscent of runway models if she ever chose to glam up, which she seldom did. Preferring a natural look, her skin bore a healthy tan from the sun's embrace. Up close, Ethan admired her smooth, supple skin. Accidentally brushing his cheek against hers felt like silk, igniting a fire within him. Her nose was petite and perky, and though her eyes were not large, they were beautifully framed by dense, curled lashes. She was the kind of beauty that grew on you.

But Lydia didn't play up her looks; she was a tomboy through and through, both in spirit and strength, outmatching anyone who dared challenge her. Yet, this unassuming woman stirred something different in Ethan.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lydia suddenly asked, disrupting his thoughts.

Caught off guard, Ethan quickly looked away, replying, "No, nothing."

were you staring?" Lydia's acuity wasn't something

he joked

"Keep it up, and I'll leave you on the roadside

not push further, quickly conceding, "Alright, alright, I'll zip it.

after hours, and Dr. Funke had already left, leaving them the only ones thère. She had him lie down on the examination bed, taking his pulse with a focused expression, making her

attractive in Ethan's eyes.

in anger, "You lied to me! There's nothing