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

she moaned again, her body

she moaned louder, pleasure surging through her

Silas-half- naked. She touched his chiseled chest, trailing her fingers over his neck. Slowly her hand dropped to his waistband where she found him hard and ready for

gasped as the wave of release poured out

still to catch her breath. After some moments, she forced herself out of bed. She went to the bathroom and took a quick

morning. She giggled as she remembered last night. She got

to the thought of Silas. And damn, the feeling was

bedside table, and her blush deepened when she realized it was a message from

at 8am. The dress code

g some nice pl

Please don't be

at the time-7:10. She still

drifted to Mason and his ridiculous behavior yesterday. He hadn't called-not that she expected him it made her wonder if he had left

had no idea what Mason had said

very good mood, and she intended

arranged box and got ready for breakfast. When she opened her door, she found Bud

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she greeted with a

with a nod.

She smiled again and followed

warm,

to see that breakfast was set up outside.

a small blue canopy, sipping coffee. He smiled when

"Good morning"

pulling out a chair. Heat crept up her face

shirt too, with his hair neat and

here in Fiji,” he

at the table. Avocado toast, pancakes, smoked salmon, poached eggs-there was so much

that," she

get this," he said, leaning forward. "They have sugar cane juice!" he exclaimed, laughing. 1 have

expression. "I never knew

from anything he chuckled,

Ivy wasn't sure it

to see, Silas continued. "And we'll

all the emotions she had buried, and she

discomfort. I know, I know" he sighed. "I'm

now?" she asked,