Chapter 81 Most Romantic Pictures –
Chapter 81: Most Romantic Pictures.
“Open up. Ivy” Silas said, knocking softly on the door.
Ivy bit her lip, trying to suppress the heat in between her legs. She leaned against the door, as if to block him from entering.
“We’ll see tomorrow, Silas,” she said, her voice low, almost apologetic
“You can’t just decide not to follow the rules, Silas said firmly, though he wasn’t sting. “The contract says we have to be together publicly.”
“But we’re not in the public, Silas,” she countered, growing irritated by his persistence.
“It doesn’t matter. We still have to act like a couple regardless,” he said, softly this time.
The gentleness in his voice sent a shiver through her, but she shook her head. She couldn’t let him know how she felt. She couldn’t let him come inside–not because she was afraid of him, but because she was afraid of herself
“Open the door, Ivy. What are you afraid of?” he teased, chuckling.
Heat crept up her face. He knew. And she freaked out.
“Get another room, Silas,” she said, trying to take control of the conversation. “You can book this entire floor if you’re scared someone might find out ”
He went silent for what seemed to be a long time. When he finally spoke, his tone had changed–serious, but not cold.
“Have a great night, Ivy” he said, and shortly after, she heard shuffling of feet.
When Ivy was certain he had gone, she finally moved away from the door. Yet as she climbed into the bed, regret curled inside her chest.
Why couldn’t she just give in to the temptation?
She took a pillow from the stack and placed it in between her legs. She was hot with pleasure, and wished she had brought Aunt May’s gift along.
She squeezed her thighs around the soft fabric, slowly increasing the pressure. She rocked the pillow, biting her lips to stop herself from shouting.
Still it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t quenching the heat inside her so she slid a hand between her legs. She tapped her clit, finding the source of her need.
“Silas…
Her core pulsed, wet and desperate. She increased her pace, clenching onto the duvet
“Silas,” she moaned again, her body trembling.
“Silas,” she moaned louder, pleasure surging through her veins,
She closed her eyes and let her imagination run wild. She pictured Silas—half–naked. She touched his chiseled chest, trailing her fingers over his neck. Slowly her hand dropped to his waistband where she found him hard and ready for her.
Ivy gasped as the wave of release poured out of her…
She sighed as she lay still to catch her breath. After some moments, she forced herself out of bed. She went to the bathroom and took a quick cold bath. When she returned to the room, she jumped on the bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
Ivy’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as she woke up the next morning. She giggled as she remembered last night. She got out of bed, and cleaned up the mess she made.
She had pleasured herself to the thought of Silas. And damn, the feeling was foreign–but good.
Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. She took it from the bedside table, and her blush deepened when she realized it was a message from Silas.
“We’ll be having breakfast at 8am. The dress code is black. We’ll be visiting
g some nice pl
places today. Please don’t be late”
She glanced at the time–7:10. She still had plenty of time to prepare.
Ivy’s thoughts drifted to Mason and his ridiculous behavior yesterday. He hadn’t called–not that she expected him it made her wonder if he had left already.
She still had no idea what Mason had said abc. Successfully unlocked! ankly she didn’t care.
She was in a very good mood, and she intended to keep it that way all day.
She found a black top and matching skirt from the neatly arranged box and got ready for breakfast. When she opened her door, she found Bud waiting outside.
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Chapter 81 Most Romantic Pictures
“Good morning, Bud,” she greeted with a smile.
“Good morning, malam.” Bud replied with a nod. “Ready for breakfast?”
“Absolutely” She smiled again and followed him
warm,
As they walked downstairs, Ivy was surprised to see that breakfast was set up outside. The morning sun in Fiji was w and it added to her good mood
Slas was seated under a small blue canopy, sipping coffee. He smiled when she approached him.
“Good morning”
“Good morning” Ivy replied, pulling out a chair. Heat crept up her face as she sat
Silas was dressed in a black shirt too, with his hair neat and trimmed.
“They eat really heavy here in Fiji,” he remarked, gesturing toward the table.
She glanced at the table. Avocado toast, pancakes, smoked salmon, poached eggs–there was so much food
“I can see that,” she said, nodding.
“And get this,” he said, leaning forward. “They have sugar cane juice!” he exclaimed, laughing. 1 have never had that in my life.”
Ivy laughed at his expression. “I never knew you could get juice from sugar cane.”
“Fijians will get juice from anything he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup.
Now, Ivy wasn’t sure it was coffee anymore.
“Well, they also have lovely places to see, Silas continued. “And we’ll visit them by noon.”
His statement brought back all the emotions she had buried, and she became uncomfortable.
Silas seemed to have sensed her discomfort. I know, I know” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I really wish there was another way”
“Are there photographers around right now?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
He nodded, avoiding her gaze.
Ivy swallowed her emotions and forced a smile on her face. There was no point focusing on her hurt. This was a deal, and she had to play her part regardless.
“It’s fine,” she said. “This was why I signed the contract, remember?”
Silas studied her, his expression unreadable. “Ivy-”
“Oh, come on,” she cut him off, standing up to serve herself. “Let’s just focus on giving the public the most romantic pictures ever.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she coughed to cover it up.
She served herself a plate of avocado toast and a glass of sugarcane juice before she sat down.
Silas didn’t say anything, but she could tell that his eyes were on her. She munched on her food, scalding herself inwardly for showing her pain.
“So, where else would we be going today?” she asked, changing the topic
“Just sightseeing for today: Silas said, sipping his drink. “Do you want to do something else?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I was just asking.”
Silas leaned forward, and across the table, he placed his hand on hers. His touch sent a shiver rippling through her.
“We don’t have-
–
Thankfully, he was interpreted by the ring of his phone. He removed his hand, glancing at the screen. “Excuse me,” he said, standing up.
Ivy nodded, heat creeping up her cheeks. Why was she reacting to his touch despite the unnecessary pain in her heart?
Before she had an answer for that, Silas was back at the table. As he sat, she noticed the look on his face.
“Are you good? she asked.
Ivy saw the hesitation in his eyes before he spoke “I just got off the phone with Thomas.”
Her stomach churned with fear. “Okay?”
Silas sighed, rubbing his temple. “The owner of the building we purchased for your business…. she’s not selling autore
Her heart dropped. “What? Why?”
Silas averted his gaze. “She sold it to Mason.”
Ivy stood up, tears welling up in her eyes.
“I want to go to Silas. Let’s go home.”
