The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

"When did you and Hertha tie the knot?" Lysander asked.

Alaric was momentarily taken aback. "Huh?"

He thought Lysander had some major issue to discuss with him, and he was all geared up for it. But then, the conversation suddenly swung back to him and Hertha getting hitched? Wasn't that the topic Lysander was just scoffing at?

Now, Alaric felt almost flattered. Just thinking about being legally married to Hertha sent a wave of joy through him he couldn't quell. "We got our marriage license the morning before last. Guess I'm officially off the market, buddy. Just a heads up, you can count me out for those bar hops and club nights from now on. My wife runs a tight ship." Alaric started to boast, unable to hide his glee.

His grin was practically ear-to-ear.

It wasn't that he wanted to show off, really. He had already moved past the topic, but Lysander was the one who brought it up again. "How did you manage to win her over?" Lysander's smooth, magnetic voice suddenly inquired.

"What?" Alaric momentarily lost track of his thoughts.

"Weren't you two just back to being friends? How did you end up getting married so quickly?" Lysander didn't skimp on the details.

"Heh, guess I'm just irresistible," Alaric said, laughing foolishly with excitement.

"Not talking, hanging up now," Lysander had little patience for this.

wait, wait." Alaric quickly interjected, preventing him from

my happiness in your face, ok? Let's get down to brass tacks," Alaric got

wouldn't call someone unless

ear, initially intent on seeking Alaric's advice on how to appease a woman. Without getting Alaric's wisdom, the call would

for a few seconds, surprised that Lysander would

to ask for a major favor, something so challenging it could be akin

he was just asking for advice on

Alaric feeling

it then!" Lysander was about to hang up, not

want to feel cherished by their man, Show a lack of

further ado, Alaric conveyed

had to speak up, or Lysander might actually end

furrowing slightly as he replayed his interactions with Thalassa, beginning to see a pattern.

is served.

someone to call

s. Everhart?"

striding towards the staircase. After a couple of steps, he turned back to correct Fitch: "Don't call her Ms. Everhart." Fitch, breaking out

added, "Call her 'the lady of the