The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

"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.

But before he could continue, Hertha covered his mouth.

She had to stretch to reach, bringing their bodies close together.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Feeling her warmth, Alaric tensed up, his gaze darkening as he looked down at her.

The heat from his body transferred to hers, making her blood rush and her body scorchingly hot. Realizing her mistake, Hertha's eyes widened as she stared at Alaric, who was only inches away.

Outside, her mother was about to enter the room and discover the mess. Inside, she had accidentally provoked this man, who seemed ready to pounce at any moment, like a replay of last night's events.

Caught between a rock and a hard place!

Hertha felt like she was about to be flattened!

She noticed Alaric's Adam's apple bob, that sexy throat movement, signaling his current state.

And here they were, in the midst of chaos, and he was still thinking about... those things!

Hertha's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly released his lips, stepping back hurriedly.

The wet tiles were slippery, and in

her haste, Hertha's feet slid from under Ker. Trying not to scream, she gasped, flailing her arms trying to regain her balance.

But it was no use. Just as she was about to fall flat on her face, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into Alaric's embrace.

Their hearts were so close, Hertha could no longer hear her own heartbeat, only Alaric's strong and steady one.

And Alaric, he could feel her heart racing, like a frightened deer's.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Only their accelerated heartbeats filled their senses, as the steam from the shower enveloped them, raising the temperature around them.

Alaric looked into Hertha's wide

eyes, like shimmering black orbs et

moist, her long lashes dewy. Was it nervous tears or just the steam clinging to them?

Looking at her made Alaric's mouth go dry, his lips unconsciously moving closer to hers.