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

she moaned louder, pleasure surging through

Silas-half- naked. She touched his chiseled chest, trailing her fingers over his neck. Slowly her

as the wave of release poured

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

she woke up the next morning. She giggled as she remembered last

had pleasured herself to the thought of Silas. And

thoughts. She took it from the bedside table, and her blush deepened when she realized it was

The dress code is black.

g some nice pl

Please

glanced at the time-7:10. She still

hadn't called-not that she expected him

had said abc. Successfully unlocked! ankly

mood, and she intended to keep it that

and matching skirt from the neatly arranged box and got ready for breakfast.

-but

Most

morning, Bud," she greeted with a

replied with a nod. "Ready for

again

warm,

outside. The morning sun in Fiji was w

small blue canopy, sipping coffee. He smiled when

"Good morning"

chair. Heat crept up her

dressed in a black shirt too, with his hair neat

Fiji,”

Avocado toast, pancakes, smoked

that,"

get this," he said, leaning forward. "They have sugar cane juice!" he exclaimed, laughing. 1 have never had

his expression. "I never knew you could get juice from sugar

from anything he chuckled, taking a sip

wasn't sure it was coffee

have lovely places to see, Silas continued. "And we'll visit

the emotions

to have sensed her discomfort. I know, I know" he sighed. "I'm sorry. I really

photographers around right now?" she asked, even though she already knew