A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 6

The day had turned out far differently than Ivy had expected. Better or worse? She couldn't say

In hours, she'd been disowned, fired, and married—and now, she was kissing her new, impossibly attractive husband.

His mouth claimed hers with a desperation that stole her breath, like he needed her lips to survive. She should have seen it coming. From the way he'd been staring at her, it was obvious he intended to kiss her. Yet, she hadn't prepared for it-and yet, she was responding.

Silas grabbed her behind, pulling her closer until she could feel his hardness against her stomach. She parted her lips instinctively. welcoming him like a long- lost stranger returning home.

As his hands roamed lower, a guttural sound escaped her, igniting a heat that burned in between her legs.

When he did pull away, his hazel eyes glinted with mischief as Ivy stood there- flushed and breathless.

She looked away, brushing her hair from her face, but she caught the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk.

"I said nothing intimate between us," she said, trying to regain control even as her breathing and voice betrayed her.

"That was just a kiss, dear Ivy, to seal the deal. Was that intimate for you?" He teased, his hazel eyes daring her to answer.

She knew what he was doing and she wasn't going to fall for it. "I'm leaving," she said, turning to the door before he could stop her.

But Silas was quicker. "We're going together," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument

Ivy sighed. "Fine"

Silas chuckled, leading her out the door and into the elevator. His staff greeted him with deference, and Ivy couldn't help but notice how everyone respected him.

The hefty man who had brought her there earlier escorted them to the garage, where a sleek, luxurious car was waiting.

As Ivy entered, a lump suddenly formed in her throat, and her chest tightened.

What had she done?

-She had accepted a marriage deal, and now doubt gnawed at her. She was married again, barely three months after divorce. Even

though she had more control in this union-fear still creeped in.

Worse, she hadn't even read the contract properly. Too late now, unless she could suddenly provide ten million dollars. Now, Silas wanted to see the small place she managed with her aunt.

Her cheeks burned with shame as she stammered out the address.

The ride passed in mostly silence, with Silas occasionally touching her thighs and engaging in small talk that she only responded to with

murmurs.

stared out the window, pretending to be impressed by buildings she had seen a million times. By the time they reached her aunt's house, terror had risen in her chest, and she hoped her aunt was

a jiffy," she announced flatly, hoping

"Just

Ivy led him

was seated in the living room. She sprang to her feet, relief flooding her expression."Oh Ivy! Where

she'd normally be at work. "I didn't see your

pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, my

are you talking about?" Ivy's voice

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Chapter 6

fired. Cheryl called me-she

was," Ivy scoffed, anger simmered in

know you were fired," Silas

for the first

asked, stepping forward. "Mr. Stone, welcome to

May."

My... husband." Ivy said, more like

her cheeks. "I know, but it's not

darkened slightly, looking a little offended. "Anything else

smile. "Well, you're a grown woman. You know what's best for you. Congratulations,

her aunt's embrace, relief washing over her. "Thank you,

for her things," Silas

stuttered, her cheeks flushing with color. May nodded with a

headed towards her room.."You might want to wait out here. The space is too

see, Silas replied,

before

even smaller with Silas's towering presence, his muscular frame filled

predicted,

biting her lip as insecurity and shame gnawed at her. She

her discomfort. "Just leave them. I'll get

packed her box of photography equipment, clutching it tightly as she stepped out of the

her for three months-right after she had left Mason and her father had refused to

Ivy walked over and kissed her. "Thank you, Aunt May,

you again?" May

a contract marriage, not a prison," Silas interjected, a hint of a

"She's free to visit you whenever she