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

moaned louder, pleasure surging through

naked. She touched his chiseled chest, trailing her fingers over

wave of release

After some moments, she forced herself out of bed. She went to the

embarrassment as she woke up the next morning. She giggled as she remembered last night. She got out of bed,

had pleasured herself to the thought of Silas. And damn, the feeling was foreign-but

from the bedside table, and her blush deepened

The dress code is black. We'll be

g some nice pl

Please don't be

still had plenty of time

called-not that she expected him it made her

had said abc. Successfully

very good mood, and she

neatly arranged box and got ready

-but

81 Most Romantic

Bud," she greeted

Bud replied with a nod.

again and

warm,

set up outside. The morning sun in

blue canopy,

"Good morning"

out a chair. Heat crept up her face as she

shirt too, with his hair neat

heavy here in Fiji,” he remarked, gesturing toward the

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

see that," she said,

"They have sugar cane juice!" he exclaimed, laughing. 1 have never had that

his expression. "I never knew you

he chuckled, taking a sip from

Ivy wasn't sure

have lovely places to see, Silas continued.

brought back all the emotions

know" he sighed. "I'm sorry. I really wish there was another

asked, even though she already knew the