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."

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

lost

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 alone. The instant I see any of your

to his senses. But before he could

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

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

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

want anyone following me. I

frowned. "But

snatching the car keys and storming

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

here for Rosie Stone," he said to the receptionist

nodded.

and followed the direction. Miss Glenn. Her maiden name.

he reached the door and raised his hand to

coat. Her eyes sparkled with

for answers," he

he scanned the room. It was a

bed. Everything looked

on the bean bag by the corner. "Fine. What do

racked his brain. "Why did you take

"I already told

a secret. And you used it for your own

Thomas. Why are we fighting

fighting. I

caught in his throat

her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard

be

his shoes, his clothes. When she saw he was already hard, she smirked and

"Rosie..."

Chapter 184

Bolder than he'd ever known her to

had finally broken free. And

sucking him, she stripped and crawled to

he even

top and rode him slowly, her eyes

whispered, grinding

He had no

she said,

eyes to the pleasure, as

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

married me. I'm just like you, Thomas. It takes

at her words, but she thrusted him harder,

around, got

her with everything he had. Her

was close. And so was

pounded hard and