A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 209

Chapter 209

Thomas's phone dinged again, and this time, he silenced it.

He knew it would be Silas calling; he had been blowing up his phone for hours

now.

Thomas leaned forward, fiddling with the pen. "So Chen, tell me why you couldn't

do your job as manager?"

Chen moved closer, his eyes gleaming with fear. "I can, it was... just a lot for

me."

"I admire your honesty, but in this line of work, you need assertiveness. Your

customers can't see you as incapable," Thomas said.

He wasn't capable of running a club either, but he ran a company-which wasn't

so different.

He looked at Chen, whose expression was filled with remorse. "Uncle Mike made

you manager, and I'm sure he saw something in you. That's the only reason I'm

not going to yell."

Plus, he was stressed out-mentally and physically. His thoughts drifted to Uncle

Mike, and his chest tightened.

"Thank you so much, sir," Chen said, bowing slightly.

"Address that waitress and have her apologize to the customer. If she refuses, be

ready to fire her," Thomas said firmly.

Chen's eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"Alright."

When Chen left, Thomas sighed, rubbing his head down to his face. He could feel

the fatigue burrowing into his bones, and he feared that if he gave in, he would

crash-harder than anything.

"Not yet," he muttered as he unlocked his laptop.

For the past few days, he had been overseeing Night Bird. Mateo Castro was on

his neck, saying business had to go on as usual.

He knew he had dug a deeper grave for himself by agreeing to manage the club,

but it was kind of too late.

It had been for a long time-he had just been in denial.

Shaking his thoughts away, Thomas scrolled through the designs his architect had

sent over. His house had to be rebuilt from scratch. The fire had destroyed most

of the foundation, making it impossible to patch.

As he scrolled, anger raced inside him.

"Fucking Rosie," he scoffed, clenching his jaw.

Not only did he have to spend more money to rebuild, he had to also provide

for all of his staff. And there was Silas,

going through, and

remembered his fight with Silas.

he also knew that if he hadn't

caused even

into the feeling, he reached for his phone to apologize to Silas,

again. It was from an unknown

was a video message from Rosie. When

a chill ran down his spine. She

as she

will be unavailable once I'm done sending you this," Rosie said

the camera so he could see

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he was

he couldn't bring

her legs on camera, revealing her opening;

moment and

his brain recreated it.

to see how wet I am?" Rosie asked. Then she dipped

she moaned as she plunged

no idea what her plan was

but he liked it.

his trousers, pulled out his dick with one

tightly with the

down as he

wider on the screen.

moaned, tightening his grip around his length,

Rosie's moans. His hand moved quickly,

used to pleasure herself.

coming," Rosie cried, her eyes rolling back as

a final cry. When she removed her fingers, they were covered

it drove him

But he wasn't done.

video to the moment she set the

himself.

fīnu lave o

his eyes to her moans, imagining himself thrusting into

rushed inside him, and he groaned, spilling

floor.

blurred for a second before he exhaled and

and hovered over

need

he stood to clean himself, the

he saw who

him, his eyes wide. "FBI agents

dropped as he quickly fastened his trousers.

you here?"

the point," Mateo

his brain, then his forehead

cover it."

"I was tired of the

soft, not even when the giant star tattoo

But Thomas didn't say

bit his lip as a thought struck. "Come. Uncle Mike has a safe room

the password is

on

the wall and shifted it. Behind

keypad lock. He tried the first password Uncle Mike gave

was surprised when the door chimed

there until I say the

nodded and entered. Thomas locked the door behind him, and for

the idea of locking Mateo in there forever felt pleasing. After

the cause of

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