A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Ivy gasped, stepping back as if Silas was a wild animal about to pounce. And maybe he was—because deep down, he couldn’t deny the primal urge to ravish her.

“You…. need to leave,” she said firmly, though her voice wobbled, and her cheeks turned scarlet.

Silas lingered by the door, letting his gaze do the talking. God, she was beautiful. His eyes dropped to the curve of her chest, and as he remembered how her juice had stained his trousers, he instantly became hard.

“Silas, please!” she urged. The desperation, the vulnerability in her eyes made him just want to stride toward her, claim her seductive lips, spread her legs, and take her.

But he was no animal. He was a civilized man. And it was that piece of civility–the remaining of his self–control–that held him back. He didn’t even know why he’d come here in the first place. All he knew was that he had to.

After their kiss earlier, he’d thought that when Thomas and the others left, they might continue from where they’d stopped. Maybe he could even convince her to let him take things further.

But when she pushed him away, it had surprisingly hurt him. He wasn’t a womanizer, but the few women he’d been with had never Jurned him down. Nobody turned him down.

Except this one. His wife.

The one with the haunting green eyes.

He stepped forward, and she flinched, backing away further. Her reaction almost made him chuckle out loud.

“I just want to talk, and drop this,” he waved the new phone he just got her.

Her nose flared, and her eyes narrowed. “You can do that when I’m fully dressed.”

Her face instantly radiated with regret as she realized what she’d said.

The mention of her being almost naked made his blood sizzle. “I can always talk when you’re completely naked as well,” he teased.

“That’s not funny,” she snapped.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry.” It was when he saw her face–the sheer discomfort in her eyes did he stop chuckling.

What was wrong with him? Guilt seeped into his chest.

First, he’d confessed how she made him feel–how he loses his head and composure around her. Then her rejection had stung him, and now here he was, staring at her wrapped in a towel, clearly making her uncomfortable.

Heat burned his cheeks, and his shoulders slumped as he finally gave into regret. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked out of her room.

“What the hell, Silas?” he muttered to himself as he headed to the living room. He was embarrassed of his actions, embarrassed of his feelings.

He sank into the couch just as a maid in uniform passed by. “Bring me a bottle of vodka,” he ordered without looking up.

Maybe if he sharpened his emotions with alcohol, he might get better use of them.

The maid soon returned with a bottle and a glass. She pulled out a table, placed them gingerly on it and left. Silas dragged the table closer, poured himself a drink, and took a long sip.

Maybe Ivy was angry at him. But would an angry woman have kissed him like that? Pressed her body against his?

Even if she was, it was justified. He’d made major decisions without her, like moving their wedding up to three days away. Recalling the shock on her face when he’d told her haunted him a little.

He thought fulfilling the obligations of the contract–saving Thomas’s reputation–was paramount. But in doing so, he had neglected Ivy’s emotions. The realization left a sadness in his chest.

He would make it up to her, he vowed. Reaching for his phone, he dialed Rachel’s number,

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11:52 AM

Chapter 30

She picked up immediately. “Hello, sir.”

“Hi Rachel,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “What’s a good way to spoil my wife–besides clothes and jewelry?”

Rachel sounded taken aback. “Uh… something expensive, sir?”

“Yes.”

There was a long silence before Patrick replied. “What do you want?”

Silas was stunned by the unwelcoming tone, but he didn’t let that shake him. “As you know, I am officially married to your daughter, Ivy,” he said, pride welling in his voice. “We’re having our wedding in three days, and I wanted to personally invite you before she does.”

Patrick scoffed followed by a small laugh. “Did she put you up to this? Did she ask you to call me?“.

“What? No,” Silas said, his voice filled with confusion. “She didn’t put me up to anything, this was my idea. I just wanted to invite you first before she does. I know the wedding is happening so quickly which is why I-”