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."

from the inside. If only she had

He lost

that you'll abide by my rules. No talking. No catching up. Just fuck and leave. I'll send you the address. Come alone. The instant I see

back to his senses. But before he

sent an address, adding: "If you want answers,

relying on his trust-for once-and, he didn't want

and left his hotel room. Outside, he met his head

anyone following me. I need some

guard frowned.

a fucking order!" he yelled, snatching the car

sent. It was a modest three-star

he said

receptionist nodded. "The

nodded and followed the direction. Miss Glenn. Her maiden name. That should've pissed him

raised his hand to

Her eyes sparkled

he

him while he

bed. Everything

bag by the corner. "Fine.

racked his brain. "Why did you

"I

you with a secret. And you used it

Why are we fighting now?"

not fighting.

his throat as

really wearing red lingerie, and her nipples pressed against the fabric,

talk too much when we should be doing other things," she murmured,

She removed his shoes, his clothes. When she saw he was already hard, she smirked and dropped to her knees,

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

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

broken free. And he loved

sucking him, she stripped and

wetness before he even

on top and rode him slowly, her eyes locked with

whispered, grinding

had no

you're wondering what changed," she said, rolling back and forth

pleasure, as he

had it in me," she said.

just like you, Thomas. It takes one evil

eyes snapped open at her words, but she thrusted him

she flipped around, got on all fours.

hard inside her with everything he had. Her

She was close. And

hard and then