A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 81 Most Romantic Pictures -

Chapter 81: Most Romantic Pictures.

"Open up. Ivy" Silas said, knocking softly on the door.

Ivy bit her lip, trying to suppress the heat in between her legs. She leaned against the door, as if to block him from entering.

"We'll see tomorrow, Silas," she said, her voice low, almost apologetic

"You can't just decide not to follow the rules, Silas said firmly, though he wasn't

sting. "The contract says we have to be together publicly."

"But we're not in the public, Silas," she countered, growing irritated by his persistence.

"It doesn't matter. We still have to act like a couple regardless," he said, softly this time.

The gentleness in his voice sent a shiver through her, but she shook her head. She couldn't let him know how she felt. She couldn't let him come inside-not because she was afraid of him, but because she was afraid of herself

"Open the door, Ivy. What are you afraid of?" he teased, chuckling.

Heat crept up her face. He knew. And she freaked out.

"Get another room, Silas," she said, trying to take control of the conversation. "You can book this entire floor if you're scared someone might find out "

He went silent for what seemed to be a long time. When he finally spoke, his tone had changed-serious, but not cold.

"Have a great night, Ivy" he said, and shortly after, she heard shuffling of feet.

When Ivy was certain he had gone, she finally moved away from the door. Yet as she climbed into the bed, regret curled inside her chest.

Why couldn't she just give in to the temptation?

She took a pillow from the stack and placed it in between her legs. She was hot with pleasure, and wished she had brought Aunt May's gift along.

She squeezed her thighs around the soft fabric, slowly increasing the pressure. She rocked the pillow, biting her lips to stop herself from shouting.

Still it wasn't enough. It wasn't quenching the heat inside her so she slid a hand between her legs. She tapped her clit, finding the source of her need.

"Silas...

Her core pulsed, wet and desperate. She increased her pace, clenching onto the duvet

moaned again, her body

louder, pleasure

eyes and let her imagination run wild. She pictured Silas-half- naked. She touched his chiseled chest, trailing her fingers over

of release poured out

out of bed. She went to the bathroom and took a quick cold bath. When she returned to the room, she jumped on the bed and fell asleep almost

She giggled as she remembered last night. She got out of bed, and cleaned up

of Silas. And damn, the feeling

thoughts. She took it from the bedside table,

breakfast at 8am. The dress code

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time-7:10. She still had plenty of

called-not that she expected

idea what Mason had said abc. Successfully unlocked! ankly she didn't

was in a very good mood, and she

the neatly arranged box and got ready

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81 Most

morning, Bud," she greeted with a

malam.” Bud replied with a nod. "Ready

again and

warm,

was surprised to see that breakfast was set up outside. The morning sun in Fiji

under a small blue canopy, sipping coffee.

"Good morning"

morning" Ivy replied, pulling out a chair. Heat crept up her face as

shirt too, with his hair

in Fiji,” he remarked, gesturing toward

table. Avocado toast, pancakes, smoked salmon, poached eggs-there

see that," she said,

juice!" he exclaimed, laughing. 1 have never

laughed at his expression. "I never knew

juice from anything he

sure it

also have lovely places to see,

emotions she

discomfort. I know, I know" he sighed. "I'm sorry. I really wish

there photographers around right now?" she asked,