A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 30

Ivy gasped, stepping back as if Silas was a wild animal about to pounce. And maybe he was—because deep down, he couldn't deny the primal urge to ravish her.

"You.... need to leave," she said firmly, though her voice wobbled, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

Silas lingered by the door, letting his gaze do the talking. God, she was beautiful. His eyes dropped to the curve of her chest, and as he remembered how her juice had stained his trousers, he instantly became hard.

"Silas, please!" she urged. The desperation, the vulnerability in her eyes made him just want to stride toward her, claim her seductive lips, spread her legs, and take her.

But he was no animal. He was a civilized man. And it was that piece of civility-the remaining of his self-control-that held him back. He didn't even know why he'd come here in the first place. All he knew was that he had to.

After their kiss earlier, he'd thought that when Thomas and the others left, they might continue from where they'd stopped. Maybe he could even convince her to let him take things further.

But when she pushed him away, it had surprisingly hurt him. He wasn't a womanizer, but the few women he'd been with had never Jurned him down. Nobody turned him down.

Except this one. His wife.

The one with the haunting green eyes.

He stepped forward, and she flinched, backing away further. Her reaction almost made him chuckle out loud.

"I just want to talk, and drop this," he waved the new phone he just got her.

Her nose flared, and her eyes narrowed. "You can do that when I'm fully dressed."

Her face instantly radiated with regret as she realized what she'd said.

The mention of her being almost naked made his blood sizzle. "I can always talk when you're completely naked as well," he teased.

"That's not funny," she snapped.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry." It was when he saw her face-the sheer discomfort in her eyes did he stop chuckling.

What was wrong with him? Guilt seeped into his chest.

First, he'd confessed how she made him feel-how he loses his head and composure around her. Then her rejection had stung him, and now here he was, staring at her wrapped in a towel, clearly making her uncomfortable.

into regret. "I'm sorry. I'll leave." Without waiting for

headed to the living room. He

sank into the couch just as a maid in uniform passed by. "Bring me a bottle of vodka," he ordered

if he sharpened his emotions with alcohol, he might get

bottle and a glass. She pulled out a table, placed them gingerly on it and left. Silas dragged the table closer, poured

Ivy was angry at him. But would an angry woman have kissed him like that? Pressed her body against

wedding up to three

doing so, he had neglected Ivy's emotions. The realization left a sadness

to her, he vowed. Reaching for his phone,

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Chapter 30

picked up

of his drink. "What's a good way to spoil my wife-besides clothes

sounded taken aback.

"Yes."

suggested. "Or a holiday trip to someplace

with delight.

the most expensive car he had created-elegant,

was one of his best sellers and he knew Ivy

"But have the Panther ready in

Rachel replied.

Thanks, Rachel." He hung

see Ivy's face when she saw the car. A feeling of dissatisfaction followed as he realized he had to do

them about the sudden wedding? He could call her father right now and invite

phone again, he called Rachel

find Patrick Scott's

"Of course, sir."

with the number. He dialed the

line rang three times before

Patrick Scott's voice

is Silas Stone,"

silence before Patrick replied. "What do

him. "As you know, I am officially married to your daughter, Ivy," he said, pride welling in his voice.