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,

He paused at the bookshelf Silas

Dylan said, flipping through the book like he wanted to consume its content,

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

operations with precision-before he decided to sleep

him, Dylan had just

you really want?" Silas demanded,

old friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust.

you can see," Silas said coldly, "the

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

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you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot

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 take his best friend's fiancée to bed-even if

man can only

wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was cold and

always did when he was struggling with his ego. "Well," he began softly, his

fist under the

on!" Dylan whined.

the urge. "If

dropping his hand. "I'm

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

Silas replied flatly, turning back to

it?"

raised a brow. "What else were you

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

a very long time ago," Silas said

you won't

chest. "Forgive you? You slept with

we slept together,

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

a terrible friend, and I

glistening with regret. But Silas wasn't buying

reaching for his

couldn't keep my dick in my pants, and neither could Kim,"

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

and nodded slowly. "I understand," he murmured, lifting his hands in defeat. "I

his shirt and sat back down, exhaling

I invited?" Dylan teased, trying to

Silas scoffed, without