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,

replying, Dylan scrolled around the office. He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as

like he wanted to consume its content, "You've done great these

eyes at the insincere compliment, his anger simmering. They used to do everything together. Dylan used to

precision-before he

just been too ashamed

want?" Silas

a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted

can see," Silas said coldly, "the

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

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you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot

hated to admit,

"A man can

still hurting him. "I don't

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

his fist under the

on!" Dylan whined. "Don't be like

swallowed the urge. "If you don't have

sighed, dropping his hand. "I'm

Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but he'd been willing to give Dylan a chance-a chance to explain, a chance to apologize. And yet,

he'd longed for brought

replied flatly, turning back to

it?" Dylan asked,

brow. "What else were

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

anger a very long time ago," Silas said without looking

you won't forgive

in his chest. "Forgive you? You slept with my

we slept together, Dylan

head, disgusted by Dylan's

friend, and I shouldn't have done

regret. But Silas wasn't buying

reaching for his

dick in my pants, and neither could Kim,"

a womanizer, cool. But you had no right to touch what was

understand," he murmured, lifting his hands

and sat back down,

I invited?" Dylan teased,

Silas scoffed, without sparing him