A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Ivy felt Silas’s grip tighten around her waist. Throughout the journey, he’d kept his distance, but here with the blue–eyed stranger, his possessiveness was unmistakable.

“I figured it was you, the stranger said casually, though his piercing stare remained on Ivy.

“Yes,” Silas replied, his voice sharp.

“It’s been a while, the stranger continued. His gaze roamed over Ivy, making her cheeks flush “And who might this beautiful woman be?

“None of your business, Dylan, Silas snapped

Why hadn’t he introduced her to Dylan? Ivy wondered. Was he ashamed of her?

“Ah, I see,” Dylan said, a glint of mischief flashing in his blue eyes. “Well, it was lovely to see you–and you too, ma’am. He bowed to Ivy and winked

Silas took her hand. “Wish I could say the same,” he said, leading Ivy into the restaurant.

“One of these days, we’ll settle our differences,” Dylan called after them, his voice tinged with mockery,

“Who was that?” Ivy asked as they entered the restaurant.

“Nobody important,” Silas said.

Ivy frowned at his vague response but she didn’t press. They entered a private section of the restaurant. It was empty and lavishly decorated, with fruit spread across the table.

“There are reporters taking pictures.” Silas said, pulling out a seat for her.

“That’s the only reason I agreed to this,” Ivy replied as she sat.

His face darkened as if he wanted to argue, but he shook his head and sat opposite her.

The waiter arrived, pouring their drinks with practiced comfort. It was obvious he was putting on a show.

Silas raised his glass. “To us

“Yeah,” Ivy replied.

“Smile,” he whispered

Ivy forced a smile. “Am I supposed to turn?”

“No. Don’t worry; they’re at every angle,” Silas said.

Ivy nodded, sipping her drink before setting it back on the table.

Silas picked up a raspberry, holding it to her lips. “Eat,” he said. “For the cameras,” he added.

Ivy obeyed, taking the berry into her mouth–then his finger brushed her tongue, and she licked it.

“So sweet,” he teased.

Her cheeks reddened as steamy memories rushed back. She turned away, her body shuddering in reminder. Her blush deepened with shame.

She couldn’t believe she had encouraged him to touch her like that. God, she’d ridden his fingers, releasing all over his hand. She glanced at him and saw the smirk on his face–he was clearly pleased with her reaction.

“It’s not happening again,” she said firmly, refusing to meet his eyes.

“Oh, come on, Ivy. His smirk deepened. “You enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t,” she shot back, though her blush betrayed her.

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Chapter 23

“You’re adorable when you lie.” he said, leaning closer. “And I’ll have you again, sooner or later.”

His honesty both angered and moved her.

Why was she reacting to his tone?

“It’s not happening again,” she repeated, this time less convincingly.

“Come on,” he chuckled. “I pleasured you. It’s only fair I expect the same.”

Her jaw tightened. “Not in a million years.”

Silas chuckled, straightening up. “Feisty, I see.”

She looked away, desperate to change the subject. “How long are we doing this for?”

“Already bored?” he asked, amused.

“I’m just asking, she replied flatly,

“Let’s eat then, and get to their food.

o know each o

other better.” Without waiting for her response, he signaled the waiter, who arrived shortly with

“For appetizers, we have Beluga Caviar on Blinis, served with crème fraiche, and paired with a vintage Champagne.

“Thank you,” Ivy smiled as the food was placed before them.

When the waiter left, Silas asked, “So tell me, what are your hobbies? What do you

“Not much,” she said vaguely.

Silas raised an eyebrow, “Like?”

He dropped his spoon. “Fine. I’m sorry I shouted at you earlier. It’s just that I got pissed about Rosie-

“I overreacted,” he admitted, his voice low. “I thought… Never mind. I apologize.” Silas sighed. “Will you forgive me!”

“No,” she replied, digging into her food.

“I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed. And I know your reaction had a lot to d

He sighed. “I thought you did that on purpose, and you attacked Rosie because she didn’t want you to wear it.”

Ivy pouted her mouth, remembering Rosie’s act. “I shoved Rosie because she was disrespectful. I’m not asking you to pick a side, but next time I deserve to be heard too.” She waited for him to object.

“I’m sorry,” he said sofily.

His tone melted her annoyance, and she reached for her drink.

“Is that why you left the sapphire necklace?” he probed.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Well,” he chuckled, “at least you like this one. His gaze dropped to her neck.

When she’d seen the red diamond necklace, she hadn’t had the heart to refuse it. It was elegant, pairing perfectly with her black gown She had to hand it to Silas–his taste was impeccable.