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."

crushing him from the inside. If only she had always been this direct, this

lost his train

"And I want to trust that you'll abide by my rules. No talking. No catching up. Just fuck and leave. I'll send you the address. Come

the phone snapping him back to his

an address, adding: "If you want answers, now's the time

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

swallowed it, and left his hotel room. Outside,

following me. I

frowned. "But

yelled, snatching the car keys and

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

I'm here for Rosie Stone," he said to

receptionist nodded. "The first

Her maiden name. That should've

reached the door and raised his hand to

wrapped in a black trench coat. Her eyes sparkled with

came for answers," he replied firmly, stepping

him while he scanned the room. It was a

one bed. Everything looked

by the corner. "Fine. What do you want to

"Why did

"I already

secret. And you used it for your own

fighting now?"

fighting.

words caught in his throat

and her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard and

should be doing other things,"

she saw he was already hard, she smirked and dropped to her knees, taking all of him

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

she was bold. Bolder than he'd ever known her to be. It was like a new

finally broken free. And he

sucking him, she

wetness before he even slid

him slowly,

whispered, grinding against

had no

she said,

eyes to the pleasure, as

she said. "You buried me, Thomas.

you, Thomas.

words, but she thrusted him

around, got on all

her with everything he

was close. And so was

hard and then