Chapter 213

By the time Ivy got home, all her anger had melted into exhaustion. The faint

smell of dung still clung to her clothes as she stepped inside.

"Hey, Ivy, I found a great idea!" Theresa exclaimed the moment Ivy walked

through the door.

"What’s that?" Ivy asked, trying not to let her fatigue show.

If Theresa noticed, she didn’t acknowledge it. She just continued speaking. "I

thought of the perfect rebound for me. I could organize a seminar on stress or

anger at your company. We could collaborate."

Ivy blinked, confused. "I don’t understand."

Theresa stepped closer, excitement shimmering in her eyes. "We can work

together. I’ll host the seminar at your office. We can start tomorrow, what do

you think?"

Ivy’s thoughts drifted to the mess caused by Rosie, and the awful scent hit

her again. "My company is unavailable at the moment." Then she told Theresa

about the dung.

"Oh my goodness!" Theresa exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern. "Are you

okay?"

"Yes," Ivy nodded. "A little," she admitted.

"I’m sorry," Theresa said gently, biting her lip. "I… already made

announcements about it being tomorrow…"

Ivy scratched her temple, trying her hardest not to show her discomfort. "Oh."

Theresa reached out for her hand. "I’m sorry, but it’s fine. I can think of

something else."

Despite the smile on Theresa’s face, Ivy could see the disappointment in her

eyes.

"We’ll figure something out," Ivy said quickly. Then an idea hit her. "Wait,

I’ve got it!"

Theresa’s brow furrowed. "What is it?"

"My brother wants to do a photoshoot to promote the restaurant. You could host

your seminar there, and I’ll take pictures. What do you think?"

Theresa tilted her head and paused. "Not bad," she said after a moment. "I

think that could work."

"Great," Ivy said. "I’ll call Cole. What time tomorrow?"

"Ten is fine," Theresa replied just as her phone started ringing.

"Alright then," Ivy said, excusing herself.

She headed upstairs, her stomach tightening at the thought of Silas and then

her conversation with Thomas. Pulling out her phone, she texted Cole about the

new arrangement just as she reached her room.

"Baby," she called softly, pushing the door open.

"Yes, love," Silas replied in a low voice.

He was still seated on the bed, the bandages ugly and long on his arms. Ivy’s

anger fluttered in her chest, but she pushed it down and perched at the edge

of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, leaning over to kiss him.

"Physically or emotionally?"

Her anger dissolved into tenderness. "Both."

He sighed. "Sad. Down. Heartbroken. Pissed."

"Oh, baby," she murmured, settling beside him. "I’m so sorry, my love."

Silas wrapped an arm around her. "It’s okay. I called Bailey about Island

Nova. She came earlier." Then he told her everything.

As he spoke, Ivy’s emotions shifted from sadness to anger to pain, before

finally settling into quiet sympathy.

"That’s just crazy," she said, kissing him softly. "I’m sorry, baby."

His lips lingered on hers. "Thanks, baby."

Ivy deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing his, offering comfort and seeking

companionship.

"This feels so good," he whispered against her lips, pressing his hardness

towards her.

Her heart fluttered as her hand brushed over his arousal. Silas cupped her

butt, lifting her to his thighs. She grinded lightly against him, her body

already warming with desire.

But he winced, hissing in pain.

"Oh, I’m sorry, baby!" she said, pulling back quickly.

"It’s okay," he murmured. "Kiss me."

She leaned in again, but when he cried out, she jumped away, guilt swirling

inside her. "I didn’t know… I’m so sorry."

Silas adjusted on the bed with a soft grunt. "It’s fine. Maybe we could just

lie down…"

She chuckled, her eyes drifting to his arousal. "Are you sure?"

He chuckled too, reaching out for her butt again. "Yes," he murmured, trailing

kisses along her neck.

Ivy closed her eyes, relaxing to his lips. She could feel the tension leaving

his body, and she knew just what he needed.

She stood and gave him a mischievous look. "I’ve got just the thing for you."

Silas’s eyes widened. "Okay."

She chuckled again as she got down on her knees. Her fingers danced teasingly

around his waistband.

He gasped.

His helplessness, his eagerness, the way his eyes glinted with desire, it all

added to her own desires, making her even wetter. With her eyes on his, she

slowly unbuckled his belt, her eyes widening at his length.

His breathing changed, and it gave her the courage to continue. Her mouth

watered as she pulled him free. Silas’s forehead creased, his hands sliding

into her hair as she lowered her mouth onto him.

"Oh." It was small, helpless as he held onto her like his life depended on it.

Ivy stroked his dick with her tongue, tasting his secretion. She moved up and

down, her mouth dominating him.

"Ivy—you ah—"

His words faded as she continued, her rhythm building as he lost himself in

her mouth. When he tugged gently on her hair, a shiver raced down her spine,

threatening to take over her.

"Silas," she moaned softly, pressing her cheek to his thigh, overwhelmed by

sensation.

He felt it too, and he tapped her gently. "Come. Come ride me."

Just as she rose, her phone chimed with a message, and she figured it was Cole

replying to her. She ignored it as she took off all her clothes, before

carefully doing the same for Silas. They were both naked and hungry for each

other.

She kissed him again, her hands caressing his back softly, her need growing.

"Are you sure?" she whispered, pulling away slightly.

Silas didn’t respond; he just pulled her in for a deeper kiss. She surrendered

as his fingers found her nipples, teasing them until she gasped.

She moaned, her body gluing to his as he thumbed both nipples. Silas pulled

away, his mouth dropping to her neck, making her almost lose her mind.

"I… can’t…" she managed breathlessly.

"Then don’t," Silas said, and that was all it took.

She positioned herself over him, guiding him inside. Their breathing changed

instantly, bodies clinging to each other.

"Are—"

"Yes," he said, cutting her off with urgency.

Ivy rocked him gently, moving slowly, building heat. Her feet curled from the

sensation building inside her. Silas held onto her like oxygen, their bodies

moving gently against each other like the lovers they were. She captured his

lips and then pounded him.

He moaned in her mouth as she continued to work her magic. Silas gripped her

waist, setting a rhythm, their connection deepening with each movement. She

followed the rhythm, her pussy wetter with each pound.

Soon, she felt the wave—sweet and powerful. She flipped over, kissing down his

legs as she went all in.

"I’m coming!" she cried, her body trembling.

Moments later, Silas reached his peak too. His fingers found her clit, and

they massaged it gently. She closed her eyes, her heart pounding with each

flick. She increased her pace, rocking up and down his dick.

"Fuck!" Silas growled.

That single sound got to her soul, and she released, both of them climaxing.

Ivy collapsed beside him, her breathing uneven and heavy. They lay in silence,

their hands linked together.

"I love you," Silas whispered, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too, baby," she replied with a big smile.

Silas’s phone rang, interrupting the moment. He leaned forward to grab it from

the table, then frowned.

"What is it?" Ivy asked.

"It’s a message from Thomas," he said. Then his eyes widened, and he quickly

stood. "Uncle Mike is awake!"

"Yeah!" Ivy exclaimed, standing up as well. "Are you fit to see him?"

"I can try," Silas said, already heading to the bathroom. "It’s not that bad.

I just need rest and some painkillers."

She nodded. "Alright."

As Silas disappeared into the bathroom, Ivy’s phone rang too. She reached for

it, half expecting it to be Cole, but it was an unknown number that was

calling. She ignored it. But after the third call, she finally answered.

"Hello, Ms. Stone? I’m calling from the San Francisco Police Department."

Her eyes widened. "Yes, hello, Detective. How are you?"

"I’m good, ma’am. Thank you," the officer replied. "I’m calling to let you

know that your friend has been found, ma’am."