The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Alaric snapped back to reality and turned to look at her, only to find her staring at him with wide, round eyes, completely captivated.

There he was, clad in nothing but a towel around his waist, droplets of water trickling down from his hair, cascading over his chest and tracing the outline of his lean muscles, slowly making their way down and sketching every inch of his skin.

Hertha's gaze followed those droplets all the way down to the towel wrapped around his waist.

The path those droplets took left too much to the imagination, and Hertha couldn't help but click her tongue in awe.

Alaric, catching every bit of Hertha's expression, gave a roguish chuckle, "Looks like you're not quite done yet. Want me to unwrap and give you a better view?"

With that, he made a move to undo the towel around his waist.

Hertha took a deep breath, quickly regained her composure, and raised her hand to stop him, "Enough, Alaric. Unless you're aiming to be a eunuch, I suggest you stop right now."

Hertha made a cutting gesture with her hand that startled Alaric enough to make him halt his actions, chuckling, "Come on, it's not like you haven't seen it before. Why so shy all of a sudden?"

taste the wrath of my cooking!" Hertha threatened,

gonna get dressed. Call us something to eat, will you? I'm starving." "What do you want? I'll whip something up," Hertha volunteered as she marched towards his kitchen, only to find the fridge

your kitchen doesn't even have an egg. How can you live like this?" she called out,

the door, "I hardly eat at home. Buying groceries would

it made sense. Alaric, a man of privilege since birth,

pulled out her phone,

takeout, but then

Alaric had just been sick and was still recovering. Greasy food wouldn't

they might not end up together, Hertha had

a friend, she ought to care

me; I'll be right back," she called out towards

to the

locked the door behind

Hertha's back as she