A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 184

Chapter 184

"We have a phone number!" Silas exclaimed, his voice crisp with excitement over the phone. "We can use it to get Rosie."

"Great," Thomas replied, trying not to sound so uninterested.

Silas didn't seem to catch the flatness in his voice. "So, will you call the detective now, or should I?"

Thomas groaned as he sat on the hotel bed. He was getting irritated, but he kept it together. "Don't worry. I'll call the detective myself."

Silas sounded satisfied. "Alright then. See you at dinner."

"Yeah," Thomas muttered and ended the call.

He sighed and leaned back against the headboard, trying to steady his nerves. Mateo was breathing down his neck, and he still wasn't any closer to finding Rosie.

"A phone number can't do it," he said aloud.

Rosie was getting smarter, calling her wasn't going to do anything. He stood up and walked to the minibar. Grabbing a bottle of vodka, he poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp.

Then he poured another, washing his frustration down. "Fuck a sperm count." Though it hurt so bad, but fuck it still.

His phone rang, and before reaching for it, he poured another glass. He glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number. Yet, he answered, already suspecting who it might be.

"Hello."

"Hey, husband," Rosie said, her tone clear and teasing.

"What do you want?"

"That's not a nice way to greet your wife," she snapped in mock annoyance. "Guess what?"

He hissed, rubbing his forehead.

When he didn't respond, she continued. "I'm wearing red lingerie. My nipples are hard. My pussy's dripping. Wide and ready."

"Jesus! Rosie!" he yelled, but his body was already reacting to the image.

"What? Is it a crime for a woman to want her husband?" she said, her voice sulking playfully. "We're still married, remember? I might be a ute troublesome, but I'm not a cheat." She paused. "I'm just... horny."

Thomas shot to his feet, his heart fluttering at her tone.

What the hell?

But it was too late to fight it, he could already feel the disturbance in his trousers.

Against all common sense, he asked, in a low, helpless voice that even surprised him, "What do you want?"

"I want my husband," she said softly. "I want him to punish me for everything I've done. I want your dick, Thomas."

If only she had always been

have what? He lost his

fuck and leave. I'll send you the address. Come alone. The instant I see any of your guards, or

the phone snapping him back to his senses.

"If you want answers, now's the time to

Rosie was relying on his trust-for

glass, swallowed it, and left his hotel room. Outside, he met

anyone following me. I

guard frowned. "But

fucking order!" he yelled, snatching the car keys and storming to the

a

Rosie Stone," he said to the receptionist behind

receptionist nodded. "The first room upstairs,

nodded and followed the direction. Miss Glenn. Her maiden name. That should've pissed him off. But he was too

door and raised his hand

a black trench coat. Her eyes sparkled with

for answers," he replied firmly,

behind him while he scanned the

bed.

the bean bag by the corner. "Fine. What do you want

"Why

"I already told

with a secret. And you used it

are we fighting

not fighting. I

in his throat as

was really wearing red lingerie, and her nipples pressed

too much when we should be doing

When she saw he was already hard, she smirked and dropped to

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

he'd ever known her to be. It was like a new

had finally broken free. And he loved

she

before he even

top and rode him slowly,

she whispered, grinding against

He had no

said, rolling back and

the pleasure, as he grabbed her butt, directing

it in me," she said. "You buried me,

like you, Thomas. It takes one

eyes snapped open at her words, but she thrusted him harder, silencing him

flipped around, got

fast, slamming hard inside her with everything he

loud, wild. She was close. And so

hard