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,

scrolled around the office. He paused at the bookshelf

through the book like he wanted to consume its content, "You've done great these past

eyes at the insincere compliment, his anger simmering. They used to

he decided

just been too ashamed to

Silas demanded,

visit an old friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted to see how you're doing, how the

Silas said coldly, "the company is thriving beyond your wildest

the Year award," Dylan said, returning the book to the shelf before

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

shot back, his patience wearing

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 friend would harm another. No best friend would

chuckled. "A man

pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was

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

fist under the table.

whined.

swallowed the urge. "If you don't have anything worthwhile to

sighed, dropping his hand. "I'm sorry

of 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, Dylan gave

for brought no relief. He felt

Silas replied flatly, turning back to

it?" Dylan asked,

brow. "What else were you

moving closer. "Maybe that

my anger a very long time ago," Silas said without looking at him. "I'm not mad

you won't

in his chest. "Forgive you?

slept together,

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

friend, and I shouldn't have done

regret.

Silas said, reaching

couldn't keep my dick in my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily. "But I'm not blaming

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

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

his shirt and sat back down, exhaling

I invited?" Dylan teased,

out," Silas scoffed, without sparing