The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

"You, young lady, must've skipped the heart-to-heart again. Fine, let's chat after your shower. I'll start tidying up your room." Kimberly was on the verge of snapping back, but then she thought better of it. Arguing now would get them nowhere.

What?

Her mom was going to clean her room!

Hertha's heart, which had just started to calm down, was now racing again. Panic clouded her mind.

Her and Alaric's clothes were still strewn all over the room, unattended. The moment her mom stepped in, she'd see the chaotic scene.

She would definitely guess what had happened.

What to do, what to do?

Hertha was so anxious she began to pace, accidentally stepping on Alaric's foot in the process.

"Hertha!" Alaric's voice, damp from the shower, deep and rich, was about to give her a piece of his mind.

continue, Hertha

to reach, bringing

warmth, Alaric tensed up, his gaze darkening

her blood rush and her body scorchingly hot. Realizing her mistake,

her mother was

the mess. Inside, she had accidentally provoked this man, who seemed ready to pounce at any moment, like a replay of

rock and

felt like she was about

Alaric's Adam's apple bob, that sexy throat movement, signaling

here they were, in the midst of chaos, and he was still thinking about... those things! Hertha's heart skipped a

tiles were slippery,

not to scream, she gasped, flailing

was no use. Just as she was about to fall flat on her face, a

Hertha could no longer hear her own heartbeat, only Alaric's