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,

the office. He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as decoration and pulled out

through the book like he wanted to consume

compliment, his anger simmering. They used to do everything together.

operations with precision-before he decided to

hadn't fired him, Dylan had just been

Silas

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

coldly, "the company

the Entrepreneur of the Year award," Dylan said, returning the book to the

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

shot back, his patience

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.

chuckled. "A man can only

him. "I

to pace. He placed his hand in his trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with

clenched his fist under

whined. "Don't be

laugh at Dylan's discomfort, but his anger swallowed the urge. "If

his hand. "I'm sorry

image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly,

apology he'd longed for brought

turning back

it?" Dylan asked,

"What else were

shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you

already worked through my anger a very long time ago," Silas said without looking at him. "I'm

you won't forgive

rekindle in his chest. "Forgive you? You

slept together, Dylan

head, disgusted by Dylan's attitude. "Just leave,

terrible friend, and I shouldn't have

regret. But

reaching

couldn't keep my dick in my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily.

seat, anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you had no right to touch

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

and sat back

wedding. Am I invited?" Dylan teased, trying

out," Silas scoffed, without sparing him a