Married My Ex’s Alpha Uncle

"This wasn't my intention, Elliot. You must believe me..." Shirley continued to cry as she grabbed onto my arm.

I pulled away from her, letting her hands fall to the bed beside her and a defeated sob escaped her lips.

"Even so, what makes you think I'd want to take a drug at a business meeting, Shirley?" I asked, shaking my head.

"I thought we could celebrate the new alliances formed last night. The meeting went so well. I miss my old friend; the one who used to go clubbing with me. I just wanted to reminisce and have fun..." Panic consumed me.

Did I really sleep with her last night?

"Silver was here too and she let it happen!" She added quickly.

I froze at her words and narrowed my eyes at her.

"What do you mean Silver was here?"

She sniffled and wiped her tear-filled eyes.

"I believe Beta Leo called her at some point after you started to lose control. She showed up here and she looked frustrated. I offered to take you to the hotel room, and she agreed."

My heart, which was once so full, shattered in a heartbeat.

"Silver let you take me to this room?"

Shirley nodded as more tears filled her eyes.

"I thought we would sleep. I never anticipated this..." she whimpered.

Her words could no longer be heard through my ears because the only thing I could think was, "Silver let this happen?"

Silver's POV

"I must say, Silver. These paintings are incredible. You did these yourself?" Mr. Wilson asked as he went through my portfolio. "Yes, I did," I told him confidently.

"How long have you been working with watercolor?"

"I got into it around middle school. I dabbled with it but didn't take it seriously until I reached high school," I explained.

"You do incredible work," he praised. "I'd like to premier these paintings in our new exhibit. Of course, we will pay you a fair price and a healthy compensation for any artwork that we happen to sell."

He slid over a document.

"I took the liberty of having this contract drawn up. It'll list the payments that will be wired to your account for each painting we exhibit along with the percentage of compensation you will receive," he explained.

I stared at the paper and my brows raised at the numbers I was seeing. It was a pretty fair wage; way more than I could have dreamt. However, I know not to sign any contracts without a lawyer taking a look at them first and I'd also like to include Elliot in this decision-making.

"Would it be okay if I took this contract with me, Mr. Wilson? I'd like my lawyers and husband to take a look at it before I sign anything."

He looked puzzled but he nodded.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes, of course. I wouldn't want you to sign anything that makes you uncomfortable. I understand completely."

I smiled politely at him.

"I truly appreciate your understanding," I told him as I tucked the contract into a folder

After we shook hands, I stood and walked out of the gallery. Almost immediately my phone started to ring. When I glanced at the screen I smiled at Elliot's name, then my cheeks flushed when I remembered the night we had.

Clearing my throat, I swiped the green answer button and pressed the phone to my cheek.

"Hello?"

"Where are you right now?" He asked, his voice sounded distressed, and it caused me to frown.

"I just got finished with a meeting," I told him, my brows furrowed. "Is everything okay?"

"Were you at the hotel last night?"

I was quiet for a moment; did he not remember our night last night? A ping of hurt surfaced in my chest.

"Yes, I was there..."

"So, it's true that you allowed this to happen then?" Elliot snapped, causing me to flinch. His tone was harsh and unfamiliar.

"Elliot, I-"

"I thought you were different, Silver. I thought you were someone I could depend on but instead, you do this? Do I really mean that little to you that you'd allow me to get taken advantage of?" My heart fell deep into my stomach.

He thought I took advantage of him? Perhaps I did.

"No, I-"

"Was it because of our argument the other night?" He asked, cutting me off once again. "Was this your way of getting back at me??"

I gasped at the accusation.

"No, of course not..."

"This innocent act of yours isn't going to work on me anymore. I won't be fooled again," he seethed.

"Elliot-"

*Click*

The line went dead, and I was left stunned.

What the hell just happened?