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,

paused at the bookshelf

here," Dylan said, flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its content, "You've done

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

operations with precision-before he decided to

fired him, Dylan had just been too ashamed to carry

do you really want?" Silas demanded, his voice filled with

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

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

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

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you on that map."

see," Silas shot back,

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 take his best friend's fiancée to bed-even

man

still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan."

started to pace. He placed his hand in his trousers pocket like he always did when he was struggling with his ego. "Well," he began softly, his blue eyes shifting with guilt,

his fist under

whined.

discomfort, but his anger swallowed the urge. "If you don't

hand. "I'm

months. The image 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

hearing the apology he'd longed for brought no

turning back to

That's it?"

raised a brow. "What else were

know," Dylan shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you forgive me?

very long time ago,"

won't forgive

feit the anger rekindle in his chest.

slept together, Dylan

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

terrible friend, and I shouldn't have done that!"

glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't buying

said, reaching for

my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan

anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you had

slowly. "I understand," he murmured,

his shirt and sat

I invited?" Dylan teased, trying to lighten

without sparing him