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

his staff. And there was

going through, and Wade, who was always bothering

his chest as he remembered his fight with Silas. It

he knew that. But he also knew that if he hadn't done it,

have caused even

feeling, he reached for his phone

again. It was from an unknown number,

a text. It was a video message from

a chill ran down his spine. She was

as she faced the

be unavailable once I'm done sending

so he could see all

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hardened instantly. He knew he was supposed to ignore

block her, but he couldn't bring himself to

camera, revealing her opening; wet and

his eyes for a moment and imagined her scent.

his brain recreated it.

Rosie

she moaned as

tightened with desire. He had no

but he liked it.

trousers, pulled out his dick with one hand,

tightly with the

up and down as

wider on the screen.

grip around his

with Rosie's moans. His hand moved quickly, matching the

used to pleasure herself.

coming," Rosie cried, her eyes rolling back as her

a final cry. When she removed her

it drove him

But he wasn't done.

the video to the moment she set

himself.

fīnu lave o

her moans, imagining himself thrusting

rushed inside him, and he groaned, spilling on Uncle Mike's

floor.

a second

and hovered over

need it

stood to clean himself, the

when he saw who walked in.

rushed to him, his eyes wide. "FBI agents are

he quickly fastened his trousers.

you here?"

not the point," Mateo growled.

brain, then his forehead creased. "Your tattoo. You

cover it."

his forehead. "I was tired of the foundation. It makes me look

even when the giant star

But Thomas didn't say

lip as a thought struck. "Come. Uncle Mike has a

the password is still

on

painting the wall and shifted it.

with a keypad lock. He tried the

surprised when the

in," he said. "Stay there until I say

locked the door

of locking Mateo in

the cause of

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