Page 88 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

And just like that, he fell asleep, his mouth still resting between her legs.

A few hours later, Ivy turned to her side, facing Christian. He lay on his back, but his face was toward her.

She smiled softly, lifting her hand to caress his face. Her fingers traced the lines of his face—the curve of his cheek, his strong jaw, the softness of his lips. Her thumb lingered over his lips, feeling the warmth beneath her touch. Her heart swelled as she watched him, completely captivated by him.

But that very moment, Ivy’s fingers froze, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

She pulled away from Christian, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. As silently as she could, she slipped out of bed, snatching Christian’s shirt and buttoning only a few buttons to cover herself. It wasn’t necessary—there was no one around. The private beach stretched endlessly beyond the glass doors.

She stepped through the glass door, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. The night air was cool, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Moving a little further from the room, she sat down on the edge of the deck. The sand lay below, and just a few waves away, the ocean shimmered under the moonlight.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, allowing the quiet of the night to settle around her. The cool breeze kissing her skin. After a moment, she lifted her phone and dialed Celia’s number.

It was late. Ivy wasn’t sure if Celia would even pick up. Still, she waited, listening to the ringing tone. To her surprise, Celia answered.

"Heya. You alright?" Celia’s voice came immediately, laced with concern.

"Yeah," Ivy murmured. In the background, she could hear the low hum of the television before Celia lowered the volume, fully focusing on her.

"I’m with Christian right now," Ivy said, voice quiet. "He brought me to his private beach house." She hesitated, then sighed. "It was a mess today. My dad got into some trouble… but Christian saved him."

Celia immediately straightened in attention. "Oh my God. What happened?"

Ivy exhaled. "I hadn’t expected him to step in like that. And he didn’t even make it look like he was doing my dad a favor—he framed it as a deal instead. My dad accepted without hesitation." Ivy swallowed, her fingers tightening around the phone. "I was so worried… but he was respectful to my dad. He even managed to convince my mom."

She then told Celia about the debt and the events that had unfolded earlier that day.

Celia let out a small laugh. "So, he’s got your parents wrapped around his finger now?"

Ivy smiled faintly. "Seems like it." She paused, recalling the moment from earlier. "When we were leaving earlier, my mom leaned over and whispered to me that Christian acted like a son today. She was so grateful… she even wanted to do something nice for him to show her appreciation."

Celia smiled and shook her head. "And what about you?" she teased. "Did you show him your gratitude too in bed?"

Ivy nearly dropped her phone, her face heating at the reminder of everything she had done with Christian not long ago.

"Celia," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "I’m in love with Christian again."

Silence fell between them.

Celia was the first to break it. "Ivy… you swore you wouldn’t."

Ivy’s heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound. Even when she closed her eyes, all she saw was Christian—his piercing gaze, the way he looked at her as if she was the only thing that mattered. Ever since the night he saved her at the bar and declared her as his, she had been unable to see anyone else but him. He had filled her world once again.

Five years ago, when he had disappeared, she had stopped imagining a future altogether. It had been as if she was trapped in an endless, dark, cold night—existing through the days with no feeling inside.

And now that she was with Christian again, the darkness had lifted. The sun was shining again. The world was bright once more. She could breathe again. She could live again.

So how could she not fall in love with him again when she had never even stopped?

"I’m going to sleep now," Ivy said softly. "I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"

Celia hesitated, then sighed. "Alright."

Ivy hung up, setting her phone down beside her. The night had grown chillier, the breeze nipping at her bare skin. She cast one last, lingering glance at the ocean before rising to her feet and making her way back inside.

The room was dark and quiet as she stepped in, placing her phone back on the nightstand. Without a word, she turned and walked into the bathroom, disappearing behind the door.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Christian’s eyes slowly opened.

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