The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 2003

"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?

Lost in thought, Hertha felt the kiss deepen, stealing her breath, conquering and claiming.

The stirring sensation was like the warmth of spring, intoxicating.

Her body temperature rose along with it.

quickened, feeling Alaric's breath on her

three years ago, almost merging into

disdain for Alaric, heated up uncontrollably

was a helpless

Alaric's shirt tightened as the kiss deepened, her whole

Alaric deepened

had

the kiss intensified,

her back,

fire

with every touch.

to stop her from saying those heartless words, but

arms, softened

this wasn't the hallway, he thought,

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

and there she was inside the elevator as the

away, but as his kiss deepened, the rising heat fogged

loved, his slightest

all her defenses, leaving her intoxicated in his