Page 28 of Silas's Sweetheart

He made a growling noise in the back of his throat as Silas deepened the kiss, changed the angle, and simply made the world disappear. The kiss was…perfect.

As that thought registered, Ziggy’s heart trembled.

Fuck!

Fuck!

What had he done?

Chapter Eleven

Silas

Some Weeks Later

“Can you ensure that when Jup gets in, you relay all this information, Wilder? I need him up to speed, we’re cutting it fine with finalizing all the requirements for fashion week.”

Wilder’s little nose wrinkled while he nodded.

Silas didn’t share that he was going to kick Jupiter’s ass for the no show. There was something going on with him. Silas tried not to dwell on the timing of the issues at the factory in Drinkwater. The oppression of divergent workers affected them all, but Jupiter… it hurt him the most. Only their parents, Booker and him, knew Jupiter’s back story, and therefore why he would be so badly affected. It was a closely guarded secret.

The sound of an angry voice filtered through Silas’s office door. His gaze shot to the door as he recognized who was growling. What the hell was wrong with Booker now?

A second later, the door burst open and Booker came in, looking fit to commit murder. Silas had seen him like this onmore than one occasion, but it gave him a jolt because it never happened at work. What the fuck!

Booker came to an abrupt halt at the sight of Wilder.

Silas’s eyes narrowed on his brother. “Whatsup?”

“Wilder, get out,” Booker growled impatiently, a light in his eye that suggested arguing with him would not go well for anyone in the room.

Wilder gave Booker a wide-eyed stare before looking at Silas with worry.

This was not good. “If you wouldn’t mind leaving us, Wilder? We can finish up later.” Silas didn’t look away from Booker as he frowned.

“Erm… yeah… okay… but there’s a deadline of five pm to submit the electronic application if we want to secure the date we want for that venue,” Wilder stuttered, grabbing everything he’d brought with him. He clutched them to his chest like a barrier as he moved around the desk and skirted past Booker like he would attack at any moment.

If Silas was right, then Wilder wasn’t wrong. Booker was furious.

“It’s fine, I’ll do it,” Silas muttered, needing Wilder to leave before Booker shifted. Again, the possibility of that happening at work had never happened before, making this even more stressful.

Silas wracked his brains as to what they had on their plate that could induce this kind of fury. Was it connected to the fiasco in Drinkwater?

Booker didn’t sit, choosing instead to pace to the window, revealing his agitation.

“If you’re sure,” Wilder said hesitantly, appearing reluctant to leave Silas alone with the angry bear.

“Yes. Go for now and maybe catch up with Ziggy? Ask where he filed the paperwork for Cresta.”

Booker snarled ominously, swinging back around, and there was the furious bear fighting to escape.

Up and out of his seat, Silas demanded, “Wilder, leave now!”

He was across the room before Wilder had the common sense to hightail it out of the office. “Breathe Booker, come on.” He placed his hands on Booker’s forearms, squeezing, then releasing, using a soothing tone to bring Booker down. “Slow your breathing, that’s it. Match mine,” he cajoled.

They stood facing each other for the longest time as he watched Booker struggle to get himself under control. When Booker finally nodded at Silas, he let go to give him a little room.

“What was that? Fuck Booker, that was close! Who got you so riled up that you were about to go scaring the natives with your big, hairy butt?” Silas went with humor, knowing it always worked best with his brother.

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