Raven is right. My happiness is within reach, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. She might not be fully over my brother, but her relationship with him is nothing in the grand scheme of things. When she and I are old and gray, she won’t even remember him.
I walk into the house to find her by the door, putting on her shoes. She looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“Silas,” she says, her voice breathy. “You’re home.”
I lean back against the closed door and nod. “Going somewhere?”
“I… um, no. I was just going for a walk.”
I chuckle as I take in her outfit. She’s wearing a black dress that looks way too hot on her with matching black heels that I bought her. I have no doubt my little psycho was on her way to bring me home, and she’s dressed for battle.
I walk up to her, and she tenses. I can’t help but smirk as I cup her cheek. “You wanted me home, Alanna… here I am.”
She looks into my eyes and tips her face up toward mine. Her gaze roams over my face, and she tenses all of a sudden, her hand lifting to the edge of my collar. She looks into my eyes as she unbuttons the top button of my shirt. “There’s a lipstick stain on your collar,” she tells me, her tone deceptively calm. “How did that get there?”
I bite back a smile and thread my hand through her hair. “It’s not quite what you’re imagining, baby. It was just a simple greeting, that’s all.” She nods and continues to unbutton my shirt, her jaw locked. “What are you doing?” I ask, unnerved by her silence.
Alanna smiles up at me. “I’m going to burn this shirt.”
I burst out laughing and pull her closer to me. “Okay, my little psycho… but can it wait?”
I lean in and kiss her, my heart finally at ease when she kisses me back, nothing standing between us. Any doubts I had are gone. Even if she doesn’t love me as much as I love her, there’s something between us that I’m certain she’s never felt for my brother.
For now, that’s enough for me.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Alanna
“Why are you smiling like that?” I ask as Silas and I step into the elevator. The doors close, and he turns toward me with a wicked grin on his face. Silas leans in and twists his hand through my hair, tipping my face up as he kisses me, his touch possessive. I melt against him and lift my hand to his face, deepening our kiss, desire rushing through me.
The lift pings, and he steps away just as the doors reopen, straightening his tie as though nothing happened while I’m left feeling flustered and wanting more.
Si leans into me, his lip brushing over my ear as the elevator fills with more of his employees. “I was smiling because I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long now. One day, I’m going to fuck you in this elevator, with all of these mirrors around.”
I bite back a smile as I elbow him, trying my best to send him a chastising look and failing. He hasn’t stopped touching me since he came home to me, and I kind of wish we could’ve stayed in bed instead of having to go to work. For the first time in forever, everything feels right. I have no lingering doubts, and I’m done giving into my guilt and shame. Silas makes me happy, and that’s all I’m going to focus on.
The lift stops on the 12th floor, and Silas and I both tense when Ryan walks in. He looks at me, a grin on his face, and I instinctively take a step closer to Silas. The guilt and shame I feel toward Ryan is nothing compared to my fear of hurting Silas.
“Alanna,” he says, his tone relieved. “I was just hoping to come up because I need to speak to you.”
Silas leans back against the wall and stares at Ryan through lowered eyes. “What the fuck is your deal, Ry? You know people think you’re haunting the elevator, right?”
He glares at Silas. “Isn’t that your fault? You took away my access.”
“A normal person would’ve taken the hint.”
Ryan ignores Silas and turns to me. “I know I don’t have the right to ask something like this of you, but I just… I never told my mother that we broke up, and she insisted that I bring you over for family dinner tonight. I didn’t know what to say, so when she initially brought it up, I just agreed. I’m really worried that she’ll be upset if she finds out that we broke up. Please, can you do me the biggest favor and attend with me tonight?”
I shake my head. “No,” I tell him resolutely. It isn’t just because Silas is standing next to me. I’m just done with everything related to Ryan. I’m tired of carrying so much shame, of feeling obligated when I wasn’t the one who sabotaged our relationship. “I can’t attend your family dinner with you. I’m sorry.”