Badboy for a Boyfriend

Chapter 6

“Hey! I was told you're here,” Dayshawn said as he entered the room and after finding me on my usual spot on the long table. He walked to me and gave me a brief friendly kiss, which he didn’t do yesterday because he was not in the mood. “You should have informed me to get here early.”

I was a little startled when he walked in as I had been alone inside for almost half an hour now. He probably had something to do around the building before getting here. Or had checked his father in his office. 

“I have nothing else to do so I decided to be here before my parents.”

He sat on the chair next to the chair of his father. “Do you want something to eat while we wait for them? My dad’s probably here finishing some paperworks.”

So he didn’t visit his office. 

“I’m fine.”

He glanced at the door and spaced out for a moment. I didn’t interrupt his thoughts and simply waited for his attention to get back to me. He gently shook his head and cleared his throat. “You’re still free for our dinner tomorrow, right?” 

“Yes, of course,” I said as I watched him closely. Something’s bothering him. But I do not have the courage to ask. 

“I wished we could go to bars,” he murmured mindlessly. He turned to me as if he expected me to be surprised. I wished we really could. He laughed to himself as if he knew it was a foolish idea. “University should be the start of a new pace.”

“If you’re busy tomorrow, I understand. My dad knows you’re busy with training, too.”

He shook his head with a soft smile. “Let’s push on with it. Weekends will be different from now.” His tone was solemn. There was definitely something bothering him. I knew it was his family but mostly, it was about business. I never excel on that one. And I have more years to try to be good at it before my dad notices. 

We talked about school stuff for the rest of our waiting. Dayshawn is like his dad. He’s often laid back and often has loads of laughter than his story. But to others, they see him as rude because he doesn’t care about their opinions of him. While I choose to not interact with people because I feared being judged, he chooses to be dismissive because he got tired of all the attention. All his achievements were because he is simply good at everything. Meanwhile, my achievements are mostly a result of great pressure. 

Nothing changed with Mrs. Silvero’s mood. She came a little late after my parents. Daniella came with her father. They looked fine as usual. But as everyone gets inside, I feel the heavy air crowding the room. 

I realized what it was for when another presence came to join us. 

I was jerked on my seat. I gawked at him like a fool. I think I heard my father clearing his throat at my reaction but I was busy gazing at the new visitor to even mind it. 

Mr. Piercing casually walked inside the room and sat on the chair next to Daniella. She was the only one who acknowledged his presence with a smile. I thought he was ungrateful because he didn’t return him. But if I were in his shoes, I don’t think I'd be able to even move a muscle. 

When his eyes landed on me, I quickly looked away. My father had a distasteful look on his face. I learned it was not for me because he was discreetly scowling at the visitor. I turned my eyes back at Mr. Piercing but his eyes had long left me. I turned to my dad in question only to see the tight smile as she greeted him. Her eyes quickly scanned his body. Meanwhile, my dad took his time looking him over like I did when we met in the school’s driveway. I realized how rude I had become as I watched the same action from my father. His eyes squinted on his piercing. 

I had a bad feeling about this. I feared he was here because of me but the guards wouldn’t let him in. He would have to discuss this matter with our family alone. 

“George, he is also my son,” Mr. Silvero broke the silence. He was the only one who was able to pull out a warm smile at that moment. “I saw the confusion in your eyes. I assumed your parents hadn’t told you, yet?”

My throat dried up. My gaze met with that guy again but I was sure I didn't look shocked as I was inside. He is his son? That’s when I realized why his eyes were quite familiar when we first met. He has Mr. Silvero’s eyes. 

Dayshwan blankly stared at me. Daniella barely nodded. That means, all the rumors about him are true. But how? I mean, he was never with this family until now.

Mrs. Silvero uneasily moved to her seat. “You refused to keep it a secret. I’m sure the whole world will know one day.”

Mr. Silvero disregarded the snide remark of his wife and continued to smile at me. “You can also be friends with him like Dayshawn and Daniella.”

Dad exaggeratedly cleared his throat. He threw a disgusted look towards the new Silvero’s direction. It was only mom and I who were familiar with that look as he never hides it from us. My curiosity about this guy only grew more. What is it about him that my dad already dislikes him? His former school is one reason, I’m sure but... 

“Let’s not pressure the kids on this,” dad muttered hoarsely, “Gretchen’s right to only let this matter around here as he’s one of your successors but I would really like to exclude my daughter from him.”

I bit my lower lip. Mrs. Silvero did not show her agreement with my dad. Instead, she lifted her chin and glanced at her husband to watch his reaction. 

The new Silvero was introduced as the third child of the Silveros. We were informed how he would be around the Silvero Ventures like Dayshawn and Daniella. According to Mr. Silvero, this was also the day he would officially introduce him to the employees. 

“You’re not throwing a party for him?” Mom could not help but ask. She directed the question to Mr. Silvero as he was the only one who seemed approachable at our table. 

“Georgina,” dad grunted his response, “do you want people to think we’re welcoming this…” he turned to the new guy but could not think of a better name to address him, “this… kid as a family?”

“He is my son, Larry,” Mr. Silvero replied, “I would like the same equal respect your family is kindly giving to my family to be given to him.”

Dad indignantly shook his head. I almost ducked on my seat in anticipation of his reply. It was interrupted by a rude, cold scoff. All eyes turned to him. Slowly, he lifted his eyes from the table. Seeing everyone’s eyes on him made him scoff again. I couldn’t tell if it was really a scoff or a chuckle. Maybe a part of both. He directed his dark look and eyes ablaze with anger towards my dad. I shivered watching it. My dad parted his lips in disbelief at his bold stare. 

“Am I here to beg for respect and be accepted?” he blatantly asked and crossed his arms flat on the table. Mrs. Silvero looked away while shaking her head in disappointment. “I wasn’t informed. I was told we are here to talk about my part in the company and my… inheritance.” He shrugged. 

“You have to work hard to get your share,” Mrs. Silvero answered sourly. “Before that, you have to gain the respect of the people around here. You don’t openly show everyone the kind of school you came from.”

“Where you to throw me out to keep this family’s name clean.”

I grimaced at his reply. He didn’t need to answer. It would all be over once he kept his silence. This atmosphere would make me faint, honestly. 

Mr. Sivero had nothing to say. He simply took a large intake of breath to keep hold of his patience. 

“Watch his words,” dad gestured his hand towards him while looking at the Silveros. “His school was already giving me nightmares. He’s nowhere near your legitimate children. I will not force George to be friends with him. We have no idea what he’s capable of.”

The new Silvero raised his brows as he menacingly turned to me. I’m not sure if somehow had mentioned his name already or I was preoccupied to remember. All I know is he’s a Silvero but… an illegitimate? He smirked when I visibly flinched on my seat. My eyes widened. 

“We agreed to take the matters from the school away from the business. But we should not dismiss how he beat a group of students alone. That tells us the kind of environment he grew up in. Once the parents of those kids report it to the authorities, the press will celebrate with us.”

I pinched my fingertips under the table so tight they almost numb. But the new Silvero nonchalantly shrugged and leaned on his chair. 

“I see, your family’s opinion matters here, too, huh?”

“Stop it, Razbill,” Mr. Silvero finally spoke. His son’s expression turned from challenging to straight-faced. His lips curled inwards. 

Razbill, then 

Razbill Silvero