The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 4

A bottle of booze was worth 20 grand Even if she had the guts to give it a shot, she didn’t have the money to handle the fallout of a failure

“Good suggestion, start pouring Alaric made the call for the crew-

Just to double check, Thalassa asked, “Gentlemen, are you really sure?”

“Absolutely! Quit yapping and pour the drinks!” Alaric rushed her

Thalassa then confidently popped a bottle First heading towards Richard, who was sandwiched between two hotties. She brought two glasses, placed them in front of them, and leaned over to pour Unbeknownst to her, as she poured, her neckline plunged and her dress hiked up, giving off some serious visual feast

Lysander caught sight of this view. His eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Thalassa then went on to pour for Richard, Ethan, and Alaric’s lady friends. Next, she stood up straight, maintaining her professional smile “Ladies, please enjoy.”

Upon receiving the green light from their gentlemen, the ladies took a sip from their glasses and unanimously appreciated it. “Delicious!”

In this kind of setting, all the women knew how to butter up these wealthy dudes. Who’d be crazy enough to risk saying the wine sucked?

In such a situation, everyone knew not to rock the boat.

They all said it’s good, aren’t you going to pour one for Lysander? He’s the man of the hour tonight. If you

Lysander just got back. They were here to

bottle, and leaned over to pour for Lysander. She was careful with the pour, oblivious to the man’s fiery gaze on

which scared the bejesus out of her. She quickly reflected on whether she had done something wrong to piss him off. Otherwise, why would he

wrong?” Thalassa, thinking she might have messed up, spoke in a

it sounded like a woman’s low moan. Just like the

was like a drunken kitten. Why did this woman’s voice sound

he was fighting his enemy on a helicopter. He was drugged and fell from the helicopter after getting injured. He met

to be told

just a similar voice. Was the woman in front of him not

by his beast–like

quickly stood up, intending to step back, and put some

balance and fell forward, landing in his arms. Even more embarrassingly, her face was pressed against

started teasing excitedly, “Whoa, Lysander, love’s knocking on your door.”

miss, what’s your name? You’ve got

just see Lysander being taken down by a woman? OMG, I’m gonna remember this for the rest of

she slipped and fell on him again, her face bumping against his She was even more flustered. I’m sorry, I

no strength to get up and was ready to roll onto the sofa. Just as she was about to push herself up. grabbed by the wrist. His eyes were cold, his face was calm but with a

she was tightly

woman from that night, but her face, soft and sweet to the touch, stirred up his deep desires. He didn’t see the woman’s face that night, but when he left, he purposely touched her face to remember the

and with his emotions fluctuating, Lysander didn’t realize he was holding her too tightly. Thalassa’s wrist was hurting from his grip. She

a mess, she accidentally fell on him, and must have pissed him off. She quickly explained, “Sir, I’m just a waitress here to serve you and promote the wine I had no intention

hand out, but Lysander wouldn’t let go, her