Chapter 79: Mr Borderline Crazy.
Tvy sprang to her feet, her eyes widened with anger “That bastard! What does he want?”
“Easy now, Tigress, Silas teased, standing up as well. Tve handled it”
Confusion replaced her anger. “Handled it? What did you do?”
“I sent him away” Stas replied.
“You what?” Ivy asked, and then laughed. “You saw him?”
Silas adjusted his shirt. “Yes, I did,” he said, his mouth tugging into a small smile
Ivy returned to the lounge chair, laughing hard. She was dying to know the details. Tell me How did it go?”
Silas chuckled as he sat down. “When Bud told me Mason was in Fiji I just knew it couldn’t be for a good reason. So I had someone track his location and get back to me. Apparently, Mason has been calling every five–star hotel to figure out which
one we’re in.”
“Oh Lord, that’s borderline crazy,” Ivy gasped. She couldn’t believe Mason had flown several hours just to pull this stunt What does he even want?” she asked rhetorically, leaning in the chair.
“He said he wanted to prove he was right about seeing you earlier, Silas said, his eyes drifting as if replaying the encounter in his head.
Ivy didn’t know whether to be amused or freaked out by Mason’s persistence. She knew he didn’t give up easily, but flying eleven hours just to prove a point was next–level insane.
“Well, I threatened him, Silas continued. “Told him if he didn’t leave, I’d post pictures of everything, tagging him as a stalker
Ivy laughed, her insides turning to jelly. “I can’t believe it.”
“That was it,” Silas shrugged, laughing as well. “He eventually left, but not without an attitude.”
“Of course,” Ivy chuckled. Typical Mason–he could never handle threats.
“So,” Silas said, standing up again. “Dinner starts in a few minutes.” He gestured to his wristwatch.
“Sure. I’ll join you soon.”
“Alright. The dress code is beige, Silas said.
“Got it” She winked at him.
As soon as Silas left, Ivy returned to her plate of banana cake, laughing out loud. Mason had actually flown to Fij? The thought was just pure entertainment.
She finished her meal and went back to her hotel room, with Bud following behind. Once inside, she headed straight for a bath. Afterward, she moved to the closet and found the box labeled Belge, Neon, and Brown. She had to give it to Monica- everything made sense now.
She opened the box and selected one of the beige gowns there. Pleased with her choice, she grabbed her accessories and returned to the vanity
She was tucking the rope of her gown when her phone buzzed. She reached it, taking it out of her bag, and was surprised to see over ten missed calls–all from Mason.
He was calling again, but she ignored it, going back to dress. It felt so good to watch him squirm–now he knew a part of her pain.
She walked to the mirror, applied her makeup and fixed her hair. The phone buzzed again, she frowned as she wore her lipstick. Seconds later, her phone pinged with a new message from Mason. She opened it.
“You bloody liar! You know damn well you just left for Fiji. It’s so beneath you to label me a liar publicly.”
Ivy huffed at the message and locked her phone. The thought of Mason being this miserable gladdened her heart with joy.
She kept the phone at the bedside table and proceeded outside. Bud was waiting by the door, and he led her to the dining room downstairs.
The hall was beautiful and empty, as expected. Silas stood from his chair as she walked in, handing her a bouqu flowers
Successfully unlocked!
“That’s the apology from the florist” he said, pues
Her brow furrowed. “Apology from the florist?”
“Yes,” he said, sitting in his chair. “She made the name mistake of earlier.”
Ivy’s stomach churned. How did a florist in Fiji know his ex–fiancée’s name? The answer punched her in the gut.
She glared at Silas as a rush of anger–and hurt–pushed inside her. But she focused on the anger
“Smile,” he murmured, signaling the water “You don’t want a bad picture of yourself in public”
Her anger morphed into shock as heat crept up her cheeks. They were both dressed in beige, having a romantic dinner in an empty room with dim light–of course there were photographers.
She masked her emotions as the waiter approached. Tl have something strong, please”
Silas blinked at her. “You can’t start with a drink, Ivy.”
“I’ll do whatever I want, she replied, and flashed a fake smile at the waiter “And banana cake, please”
The waiter nodded and turned to Silas “And for you, sir?”
“Any stomach filling meal will do Silas replied, but his eyes were on ivy
The waiter hesitated. “Do you have a preference? I could-”
“As long as it’s edible” Silas said with a tight smile.
The waiter quickly nodded and left.
Silas turned back to her, his voice softer now. “I’m really sorry about everything, Ivy. I know that-”
“What part?” she cut in, her chest tightening with hurt. There was so much to be angry about–the honeymoon, the Kim mistake, the bouquet that wasn’t even a romantic gesture, the fact that he and Kim clearly had history here, and he still brought her.
“Everything,” he said softly, reaching for her hand,
She nudged his hand away. Not because she was angry, but because his touch sent shivers down her spine, reminding her just how much she missed having his hands on her.
She looked away, her cheeks flushing from the need to be touched again. The mere thought of his touch made her thighs clench.
“Fine,” Silas said. “It’s okay if you’re still mad. I understand. But please, let’s get through this for the sake of the photographs.”
Ivy pursed her lips, ready to argue, but the look on his face made her pause. Plus she was still craving his touch.
She nodded, and a smile spread across his face.
The waiter returned with their meals and drinks and they soon began to eat. Silas engaged her in small talks, which she occasionally answered or nodded to
After they finished their food, Silas helped her out of her chair.
“Enjoyed the meal?” he asked.
“Yes, it was nice,” Ivy replied with a smile.
They exited the hall, and met Bud outside. He followed them quietly to her room. When she arrived, she turned to Silas.” Thanks for the meal. See you tomorrow.”
His face conforted “What?”
She blinked. “What?”
He chuckled. “You sound like we’re not staying in the same room.
“Absolutely not,” she fired back. “We are not staying together. Despite her sharp tone, her voice trembled at the possibility of sharing a bed with him.
“We are a couple. It is absurd not to share a room” Silas countered.
The panic climbed to her chest as she averted her eyes. “Fake couple. Silas.”
He took a step closer to her, his eyes settled on her, making her cheeks burn, and her knee buckle.
“You know we have to sell the act, he murmured.
Ivy’s stomach twisted as Silas leaned in, a mischievous smile on his face. He was going to kiss her–she kne
But she remembered the humiliation of his rejection, and that gave her the strength to step back.
“Good night, Silas See you tomorrow.” She bolted inside, shutting the door behind her.
Ivy gasped as she leaned against the door. Her heart pounded wildly, refusing to stay steady She was hot–needy
And when she slipped her fingers beneath her beige gown, she found out she was soaking wet!
