The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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my grandpa just told me that het in west half a billion into the Reed Group to help be this engagement bullet. If we
blowow.ourcever now, it’ll all go up in smoke. Better to y put here,” Alaric weighed the prosanchcheons, afering his take.
here am i supposed to sleep?” Hertha glahanced around. There was only one bed ind
le room.
the bed, and you get the floor Alaric dedatarec
frowned, “Why don’t you sleep on the otr@t?!
a sour back; the floor is too hard Alaric shahogacedononchalantly, playing the
d card.
clenched her fists, fighting the urge to punchdhim bubut pectrained herself upon be spray bottle in his hand.
spectat spray for bruises and sprains.
rched over, snatched the spray from his grip and presseded down hardhoven the
Gndais back.
prays werent enough. She went for a few more.
inceo. You got something against my injury?”

something against you!” Hertha huffed, tossing the sprayaasidegeeready to claim
evebrows arched. He had anticipated her move. He swiftly.codlabsedecinco to the bed,
touc to claim his territory, “Quch, my back’s killing me. & need to sleepepron
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medeone on he bed, but he also stretched out full starfish style, hota
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oot four hapely on the edge of the bed, found it commandeered by Alaric tieren
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Cu come verdver here and testiram? Alaric teased with a raised eyebrow anth
ha choked and orthoptippent words, growing angrier by the second. She wasus
to fight back thuking bed.
off her shoes, cum cum ond onthe bed and shoyed his leg aside with one foot
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Chapter 1152

As Alaric’s leg jerked away, Hertha quickly claimed the vacated spot. She threw herself onto the bed and pushed against him,
intent on shoving him off.
Refusing to sleep on the floor was her last stand of defiance.
Her hand barely touched Alaric’s waist when he tensed, his hand instinctively grasping hers. With a swift roll, he pinned her
beneath him, “Are you trying to boot me off the bed?” Hertha swung at him, but he caught her other hand too, pinning it above
her head. She strained against his grip, panting with effort. But his strength was too much – her hands wouldn’t budge. After a
couple of futile attempts, she gave up, glaring up at Alaric furiously.
“Let me go!” Hertha demanded, anger lacing her voice.
“No way. If I let go, you’ll kick and shove me again,” Alaric retorted, holding her hands firmly in place, his weight on her.
Hertha was speechless.
The atmosphere shifted, suddenly charged with an unspoken tension.
Realizing their compromising position, Hertha’s mind buzzed, her eyes wide and blinking up at him.
Alaric gazed down at her. Their proximity was so close that they could even feel each
other’s breaths.
The playful banter faded. Alaric’s expression turned serious, his voice low and husky. He was captivated by her red lips, her fair
skin and her alluring eyes.