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 used as

book like he

used to do everything together. Dylan used to be the

he decided to sleep

him, Dylan had just been

you really want?" Silas demanded,

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

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

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

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

see," Silas shot back,

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

"A man

to pretend Dylan's betrayal wasn't still hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan." His voice was cold and he saw that Dylan

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

his fist under the

whined. "Don't

laugh at Dylan's discomfort, but his anger swallowed the urge. "If you don't have anything worthwhile to say, use

his hand. "I'm sorry

The image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but he'd been willing to give Dylan a

apology he'd longed for brought no relief. He felt

turning back to

it?" Dylan asked,

"What else

closer. "Maybe that you forgive

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

won't

rekindle in his chest. "Forgive you?

we slept

by Dylan's attitude. "Just

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

eyes glistening with regret.

Silas said, reaching for

my dick in my pants, and neither

"You're a womanizer, cool.

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

his shirt and sat back

I invited?"

scoffed, without sparing