Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle by Aurora Starling

Silver's POV

"You were the anonymous buyer?!" I blurted, staring at Elliot in disbelief.

"Yes," He answered.

"Wow, that's such a kind gesture!" Merida announced and the audience erupted into cheers, making me blush at the sentiment.

Elliot continued and said, "The painting has extraordinary commemorative significance for us, and I wanted to remember it for a lifetime." He paused for a moment and then glanced at me and said, "It reminds me of what happened the day she painted-"

"Okay, that's enough!" I blurted, my face red with mortification. "We aren't going to discuss that in front of everybody," I scolded, narrowing my eyes at him.

Elliot gave me a boyish grin which made my heart flip in my chest. Merida just laughed and some members of the audience chuckled, understanding exactly where Elliot was going with that.

I folded my arms across my chest and forced a smile, hoping the redness in my cheeks would soon go away.

"No need to be embarrassed," Merida.

I continued to stare at Elliot, not even realizing that Merida had ended the broadcast.

"Great job, you guys. It was such an honor to meet you, Silver," Merida said, shaking my hand. I was still so stunned that it was Elliot who bought my painting.

"Where are you keeping it? I don't remember seeing it at home," I asked him, my brows furrowed in confusion. I was pretending he didn't just embarrass me in front of a live broadcast. "My office," he replied. "At the packhouse."

I had never really gone into his office before so that made a lot of sense. But I was still in disbelief that he actually bought my painting. He just shrugged casually and took hold of my hand. We walked together off the stage and into the backroom. As soon as we were away from everyone else, I could

folded my arms across my chest and pouted, fully aware that I was acting like a brat, but I didn't care. I needed my

me. "Can I help you with something?" He asked, his voice sounding a bit strained. I knew he was trying to maintain his cold demeanor

enter his room. I shut the door behind me, glad to see nobody else was in this dressing room. I turned to look at him. As soon as our eyes met, I

seemed to have softened some and he sighed as he leaned against the vanity on the

"Abou the other night..."

don't need to talk about it," he said, cutting

my lips in a

what happened," I told him, narrowing my

his fingers through his

go on," he said. "I'll

took a

take advantage of you,"

He scoffed.

shaking his head at me with disgust all over his

you," I told him, unable

you came to see me, you let Shirley take me into a hotel room and have her way with

I gawked at him.

heard him correctly. There was no way he actually thought I would do