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.

breath on her face, strong and

night three years ago, almost merging

for Alaric, heated up uncontrollably at

a helpless yet irresistible

tightened as

Alaric

his hands had

the

her back,

fire

with every touch.

words, but now, he was losing control, his

in his arms, softened

hallway, he thought, yearning for

if Hertha had arrived before him. Hoping against hope, he waited by the elevator, just in

there she was inside

but as his kiss deepened, the rising heat fogged her

ever loved, his slightest effort made her

was enough to strip away all her