Handled

Chapter Twenty-Five

"I'm going to puke." 

Silos' fingers never hesitate as he continues to type quickly on his laptop, "just aim for the bowl so you can re-eat it." 

I gaped at his rigid expression from my end of the couch, "you wouldn't dare." 

"I said you'd eat it all, doesn't matter to me if you like it so much you decide to eat it twice," he replied without even sending me a look. 

I shrank into the couch with a pout, stirring the remnants of the soup he'd made for me. He wouldn't tell me exactly what was in it and considering how mad he was at me I wasn't going to keep pushing him for answers. 

What surprised me was how good it was. I had never taken him for a cooker, but he was the kind of man that seemed like he could do anything, was probably good at everything. 

"It's pretty good, I didn't know you could cook," I muttered spooning more into my mouth. 

"Only a few dishes but my Mother taught me how to make that soup," he answered, his voice softening as he spoke about his Mother. 

I smiled, "really? That's sweet, where is she?" I asked him. 

"She lives in Florida," he stated calmly freezing over his laptop before he continued, "we didn't have much so that's why I fought to get through college and why I hated my Father so much. Imagine my surprise that he's some billionaire and me and my Mom can barely feed ourselves." 

My heart sank, "what made you forgive him?" I asked into the tense air between us, watching his tense body. There was still some morsels of anger inside of him, I could see it. 

"My Mom remarried and her new husband isn't very nice. I haven't spoken to her in awhile, but in college it got really bad. I couldn't stand them and I found myself alone so when my Father showed up I thought-" he paused. 

"Chance at new family?" I supplied watching him turn to look at me with a nod. 

"Yes," he looks back at his computer, "I met Jasmine then, learned she was the daughter of my Uncle who had passed years ago. She and I, surprisingly, have the best relationship. My Father, well he needed my help after he sank his company. It came to him as a surprise that I was able to save it and then I took it from him," he said nearly shocking me to death. 

My jaw dropped, "I thought he gave it to you?" 

His lips tilted as he shook his head, "at first, because he was sick and needed help. It was supposed to be temporary."

He'd stolen his Father's company. Holy shit. "Is he still mad? Where is he now?" I asked baffled and amazed. 

"He's lives in London on forced retirement. He's probably still cursing the day he didn't pull out 29 years ago," I shouldn't have laughed but come the fuck on, that's funny. 

Silos' eyes shot to mine as I tried to smoother my smile with my hand, "so you're an evil genius," I nod my body shaking with laughter, "why do you just keep getting better?" 

He snorted a laugh turning back to his computer.

I tucked my freezing toes under the warmth of his leg, watching as he paused slightly before he  continued working while I tightened my blankets around me. I was still shivering but the soup had made me feel much better and much more aware, even though my body felt extremely heavy. 

He really was something else. 

But speaking of his company, "have you spoken to Darla?" I asked peering at the side of his handsome face. I'd almost forgotten he was so fucking stunning.