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."

the inside. If only she had always been this direct, this raw, maybe he could

He lost his train

to trust that you'll abide by my rules. No talking. No catching up. Just fuck and leave. I'll

the silence from the phone snapping him back to his senses. But before he could process anything, it

you want

do their jobs. But Rosie was relying on his trust-for once-and, he didn't want

made up, Thomas refilled his glass, swallowed it, and left his hotel room.

want anyone following

guard frowned. "But

he yelled, snatching the car keys

address Rosie sent. It was a modest three-star hotel. His chest tightened as

here for Rosie Stone," he said

nodded. "The

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

and raised his hand to

black trench coat. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I see you followed

came for answers," he replied

while he scanned the

one bed. Everything

bean bag by the corner.

racked his brain. "Why

groaned. "I already told

with a secret. And you used it

fighting now?" she asked,

fighting. I

his throat as she

red lingerie, and her nipples pressed against the fabric,

we should be doing other things," she murmured, moving

he didn't resist. She removed his shoes, his clothes. When she saw he was already hard, she smirked and dropped to her

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

she was bold. Bolder than he'd ever known her to

her had finally broken

she stripped and crawled

he even slid

him slowly, her eyes locked with

she whispered, grinding

He had

said, rolling back and forth against

his eyes to the pleasure,

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

just like you, Thomas.

at her words, but she thrusted him harder, silencing him even before he could

got on all

fast, slamming hard inside her with everything

She was close. And so

pounded hard and