A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas)

Chapter 33

Silas strode into his office, anger simmering in his chest. By the time he reached the reception, most of the alcohol in his system had

cleared

Mrs. Harris stood up when he opened the door.

"Mr. Stone," she said, her tone quaking with regret. "I tried to stop him, sir, but he wouldn't listen."

Silas nodded, keeping his temper in check. "Is he inside?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, nodding. "A security guard is with him."

"Alright," Silas said, heading toward his office.

His office was a spacious room with three big windows above the bustling street below. Standing by the windows always gave him a sense of power, as if he was sitting on top of the world,

And everytime he entered his office, he always looked forward to standing at the window, watching nameless strangers go about their lives.

But today, he felt no anticipation-just pure anger towards Dylan, Well, anger, confusion and curiosity.

When he pushed the door open, the security guard turned to face him.

"Hello, sir, the guard greeted.

"The Silas Stone," Dylan said, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. He was lounging on Silas chair, spinning lazily with a magazine in his hand.

Silas clenched his jaw at the sight. "Get out of my chair," he ordered.

The security guard shuffled nervously, his voice quaking. "I tried to tell him... not to touch anything."

"It's okay. I'll handle this," Silas said, assuring him.

The guard nodded and left.

Dylan smirked, dropping the magazine on the desk as he stood. "How are you doing today?"

Silas snarled. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, cursing are we?" Dylan teased, sauntering away from the table.

Silas inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to lunge at Dylan and punch the smirk out

of his face. Instead, he moved to his desk and sank into his chair.

"How can I help you, Dylan?" Silas asked,

at the bookshelf Silas used as decoration and pulled

flipping through the book like he wanted to

simmering. They used to do

precision-before he decided

just been too ashamed to carry

Silas

visit an old friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted to

can see," Silas said coldly, "the company is

said, returning the book to

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

shot back,

had its advantages. It had gotten him far-gotten them far. Silas felt a pang of longing slicing through his anger. As much as he hated to admit, he missed his best friend. But he knew better. No best

man can

had a lot to do today and no time to pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was cold and

in his trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with his ego. "Well," he began softly, his blue eyes shifting

fist

come on!" Dylan whined.

the urge. "If you

hand. "I'm sorry

say those words for months. The image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but he'd been willing to give Dylan a chance-a chance to

apology he'd longed for brought no relief. He felt

flatly, turning back

it?"

"What else

know," Dylan shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you forgive me? That you're not

very long time ago," Silas said without looking at

won't forgive

chest. "Forgive you? You slept

we slept

head, disgusted by

I shouldn't have done

glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't buying

Silas said, reaching for his

keep my dick in my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan

a womanizer, cool.

at Silas's tone and nodded slowly. "I understand,"

his shirt and

Am I invited?"

out," Silas scoffed, without sparing