A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 184

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.”

He groaned, surrendering to the feeling–the need crushing him from the inside. If only she had always been this direct, this raw, maybe he could have

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Could have what? He lost his train of thought.

“I’m doing this on my terms,” she continued. “And I 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 guards, or the fucking cops, this pussy dries up.” She hung up.

He blinked, the silence from the phone snapping him back to his senses. But before he could process anything, it chimed with a message

Rosie had sent an address, adding: “If you want answers, now’s the time to ask.”

Hé should inform the cops, let them do their jobs. But Rosie was relying on his trust–for once–and, he didn’t want to break it, he didn’t want to disappoint her.

With his mind made up, Thomas refilled his glass, swallowed it, and left his hotel room. Outside, he met his head of security.

“I don’t want anyone following me. I need some air.”

His guard frowned. “But sir-

“That’s a fucking order!” he yelled, snatching the car keys and storming to the garage.

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

“Good afternoon, I’m here for Rosie Stone,” he said to the receptionist behind the counter.

“Miss Glenn,” the receptionist nodded. “The first room upstairs, sir.”

Thomas nodded and followed the direction. Miss Glenn. Her maiden name. That should’ve pissed him off. But he was too far gone.

When he reached the door and raised his hand to knock, it opened.

Rosie stood there, wrapped in a black trench coat. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I see you followed instructions.”

“I came for answers,” he replied firmly, stepping inside.

She locked the door behind him while he scanned the room. It was a small room with one bed. Everything looked normal.

Rosie sat on the bean bag by the corner. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

She pushed him 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 knees, taking all of him in her mouth.

“I have also had it in me,” she said. “You buried me, Thomas. You forgot who I was before you married me. I’m just like you, Thomas. It takes one evil to know another.”

He moved fast, slamming hard inside her with everything he had. Her moans changed; loud, wild. She was close. And so was he