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."

only she had always been this

have what? He lost

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

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

you want answers, now's

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

mind made up, Thomas refilled his glass, swallowed it, and left

anyone following me.

frowned. "But

the

drove alone to the address Rosie sent. It was a modest three-star hotel. His chest tightened as he entered

Stone," he said to the receptionist

nodded. "The

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

reached the door and raised his hand to knock, it

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

answers," he replied

locked the door behind him while he scanned the room. It was

one bed.

by the corner. "Fine. What do

his brain. "Why

"I

you with a secret. And you used it for your own

Why are we fighting

fighting. I just

in his throat as she dropped the

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

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

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

"Rosie..."

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

her had finally broken free. And he

was done sucking him, she stripped and crawled to him.

he

rode him slowly, her

whispered, grinding

had

bet you're wondering what changed," she said,

his eyes to the pleasure,

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

just like you, Thomas. It

open at her words, but she thrusted him

around, got on all

her with everything he had. Her

loud, wild. She was close.

pounded hard