A marriage deal with billionaire stone (Ivy and Silas) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

When Ivy stepped out of Chester Hotel, she let out a sigh. Her face was dampened with sweat, and because of her anger she was breathing heavily.

“Fuck!” she muttered as she made her way down the street, uncomfortabile in her heels.

She couldn’t shake the anger at Silas’s accusations. Silas still didn’t believe her, after everything she said or did.

And why the hell had he brought her back to Chester Hotel–the very place where they’d first slept together. What was he thinking? That they’d just do it again?

She was lost in thoughts and didn’t notice the obstacle in her path. She tripped and stumbled right into a group of women, knocking down all their bags.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Ivy exclaimed, reaching down to help pick up their belongings.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going next time?” the red–haired lady amongst them snapped.

Ivy felt her cheeks flush. “I’m really sorry,” she murmured, straightening and pulling up the golden gown to cover her cleavage.

“Ivy?” One of the women called, and Ivy leaned forward to see her properly.

Ivy swallowed as she recognized the voice. The last person she wanted to see was a relative of Mason.

“Paige!” Ivy forced a smile. “How are you doing?”

Paige’s sharp eyes scanned Ivy from head to toe. “What are you doing out here dressed like a slut?”

“I’m… I was just taking a walk,” Ivy stammered.

“Looking like this?” The red hair said.

“I was just coming from Chester Hotel. I had a. a date.” Ivy gestured awkwardly toward the hotel.

Something glimmered in Paige’s eyes–a glint of judgment or maybe mischief. “A date at Chester Hotel? How.. interesting.”

Ivy didn’t like Paige’s tone or the looks her friends were giving her. “Anyway, it was nice running into you, but I really have to go.

“Isn’t she Mason’s wife?” one of Paige’s friends asked,

“Well, ex–wife,” Paige replied with a smirk. “They’re divorced now,”

“Well,” the redhead scoffed, “your brother might’ve been right. She really is a slut.

Ivy’s face burned, “Excuse me,” she muttered, quickening her pace as she brushed past them.

“Get a real jobs and stop selling your body!” the redhead shouted after her, and the rest laughed as Ivy went down t

the road.

Once Ivy was out of earshot, she heaved a sigh of relief, pulling her gown up to cover her cleavage as she took off the uncomfortable heels. The altercation felt weird because Paige had never spoken to her like that before. But Ivy knew Paige would definitely tell her mother or Mason himself.

Not that it mattered. Ivy didn’t want anything to do with the Hunters.

She paused in her tracks and groaned. She didn’t know why she’d left the hotel in the first place. Now she had no idea where she was headed. Her anger had clouded her thoughts, keeping her from appreciating the fact that Silas was already making plans for her photography business.

The guili crept into her chest and she sighed. She turned towards the hotel, barefooted with her heels in her hand.

She was almost close to the hotel when Silas alighted from his car. The worry on his face deepened her guilt.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said, his eyes scanning her, lingering on the heels in her hand.

“I went for a walk,” Ivy answered softly.

Chapter 17

Silas nodded again and opened the car door for her. Soon, Victor drove them back home.

The journey home was silent–awkwardly silent. Ivy didn’t know how to break the ice, so she just endured it. When they arrived, she headed straight for her bedroom.

She was halfway up the stairs when Silas called after her.

“I’d like to have a conversation with you,” he said.

Ivy stopped, gripping the railing. She knew what he wanted to say–or at least had an idea. “Is this still about Mason! Look, Silas, I’m sorry your brother got dropped from another project, and I’m sorry it went to Mason, but I had no idea that happened. I have nothing. to do with it.”

“Check it, sign it, and send it back tonight,” Silas said, his tone frosty.

Ivy knew what his eyes were saying: tonight was the only opportunity to have a private dinner date, with no reporters and she had messed it up. Heat rose to her cheeks as she slowly nodded. “Alright.”

“Good,” Silas said, his voice resonating in the room, as he turned to leave. But he stopped abruptly and looked back.