The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Why the hell was Lysander here?

Oh crap, Atticus was still in the loo.

If Atticus came out and saw Thalassa and then called mom, while Lysander was right here.

Thalassa took a deep breath instinctively.

She stuttered, “Mr. Sinclair, what a coincidence. You’re here to use the bathroom too.”

Lysander looked at her with his deep eyes, “You’re using the men’s room?”

“No, oh no no no. I just came out of the bathroom next door.” Thalassa was panic-stricken, worried

about Atticus coming out at any time.

She nodded, then realized what she’d said and quickly corrected herself.

Realizing she was standing at the entrance of the men’s bathroom, she quickly explained, “I heard

people talking about a man getting a woman pregnant with quadruplets and then ditching her. I was

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over and eavesdropped through the wall.”

Lysander looked serious, raising an eyebrow, “How did it sound?”

Thalassa shook her head, “Disgusting. The guy’s a total playboy! We women hate playboys.”

Lysander took her hand and led her away from the bathroom..

She thought he would take her to the mall.

But instead, he took her into a service corridor.

There was no one here, the light was dim, and the silence eerie.

Thalassa’s wrist was hurting from his grip. She was about to protest.

Lysander let go of her wrist, her back against the wall. One hand resting next to her ear, he leaned in,

his masculine scent filling her senses, “Are you interested in other people’s childbearing?”

Thalassa’s sensitive nerves were tickled by his hot breath.

She shrunk her neck from the tickling sensation, “Mr. Sinclair, you’ve got it wrong”

He held her chin and lifted her face to his, his deep gaze and magnetic voice saying, “Why don’t you try

and test my potency?”

“No need. um.” Thalassa was about to refuse when Lysander’s thin lips pressed down, sealing her

mouth.

Her breath was taken away. Thalassa was panicked.

She wanted to say that there was no need for her to try. She already knew about his potency!

It was quite astounding.

And the guy being talked about in the bathroom was Lysander himself!

Lysander didn’t know that, but Thalassa did.

Lysander kissed her, her mouth sweet like a fruity jelly, soft, sweet, irresistible.

But he noticed she was distracted.

Lysander forcefully turned her face to deepen and intensify the kiss.

Leading her into the moment.

At first, Thalassa was lost in her thoughts, pushing against him, but slowly, her breath started to sync

with his. She forgot to inhale, only exhaling.

In a moment, she felt dizzy, her oxygen nearly depleted.

Just when she was about to suffocate, Lysander let her go.

Thalassa leaned weakly against Lysander’s chest, gasping for air.

Lysander’s long arm wrapped around her, letting her lean on his chest. It was just like that night five

years ago when she lay in his arms, panting.

Thinking of that night, Lysander felt his throat tightened.

His voice became somewhat hoarse, “Did you come alone?”

This morning, he invited her on a date, but she had to go home!

In the afternoon, she showed up at the mall!