Old lovers, New feelings.

Silver Lorraine sat on one of the luxurious cushions in her living room, holding a cup of coffee. She exhaled, pressing some fingers to her forehead to feel her temperature.

Her body felt a tad bit warmer than usual, but Silver knew it was a result of the previous day’s event. As if dealing with the Carringtons wasn't enough disaster for one day, her babysitter ditched her duty.

She left Mathias all alone because she had a ‘family emergency’. Silver didn't care if the lady's home was on fire; She had been terrified. Even now, her hands still shook.

She spent the entire night writing queries to the agency. They offered to send a new nanny as compensation and she resumed a few hours ago. Silver needed all the help now.

The footsteps of the new nanny bringing her son in had her raising her head, and her mood immediately brightened.

“He's ready for school." The older woman said.

Silver smiled and nodded at the woman before retrieving the two-year-old boy from her grip.

“Hi there, my little champion. How are we doing this wonderful morning?" Silver chirped, making a funny face at the boy. He giggled and latched his tiny hands around her neck.

"Fine! Mished you yessiday.” The boy replied with an enthusiasm that didn't help much to express his displeasure.

Silver chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“Sorry, Love. Mummy had somewhere to be. We already talked about this, remember?” She paused, shifting him so he could see her face.

"Mummy will not always be around like before.”

"Noooo” The little boy whined.

"What? You don't want mummy to buy you a private jet anymore?” Mentioning his biggest request seemed to do the trick; he nodded and quieted down.

Silver glanced at the wall clock before turning to the nanny.

“The bus should be here in ten minutes. Has he eaten?"

The nanny nodded in response.

“And his bag?”

"I'll get it.”

The doorbell rang before the woman could leave the room. Immediately, Silver’s belly tightened with tension.

"Are you expecting anyone?” She asked the nanny, who looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

Still, Silver maintained her stance, and the woman had no choice but to respond.

"No ma'am.” She shook her head.

Silver expected the answer, but it did nothing to soothe her worries. No one was supposed to know where she stayed, so if someone is here, then it means…

Immediately, she sprang into action and handed the boy to the nanny.

“Take him to his room and don't come out unless I say so, do you understand?”

"Yes, ma'am.” The woman nodded and disappeared through the hall with wide eyes. Thankfully, Mathias was too busy playing with his hair to notice the changed atmosphere.

Silver looked through the room for anything that would give her son’s existence away. There was nothing. She had always been careful; the only places she decorated with personal items were their rooms.

Silver waited for a few more minutes, hoping whoever was at the door would leave, but they didn't. They rang the bell again.

Resigned, she adjusted herself in her silk nightgown and headed for the door.

At the door, Silver peeped through the doorhole, and the angry face of Burke had her jerking back with a gasp.

What the hell was he doing here?

How did he even find her?

Several thoughts ran through her mind, but none stuck long enough for her to find a way out of the present dilemma. She debated ignoring him, but Burke was a man on a mission. He rang the bell again. This time, he banged the door too, and he did it maliciously.

“Open this damn door, Silver. I know you can see me.” Burke barked, venom dripping from every word he spoke.

He was angry, and Silver wasn't sure she was interested in facing him, especially when she barely slept all night.

Drawing in deep breaths, she gave herself a quick lecture about how she's the one in charge now. That did nothing to calm her racing heart.

Damn it.

“Open the door." Burke banged on the door again.

"Go away.” She huffed.

"Why? Scared now that I've found your little hideout?” He taunted, banging on the door again. "Open up, we need to talk.”

"We have nothing to talk about, go away!” She tried again.

Burke knocked so hard the apartment shook.

“Open up!" He snapped.

Asshole, Silver thought as he opened the door, deciding it was safer to acknowledge him.

“About damn time." Burke snapped, his hard body brushing hers as he walked into her home like he owned it.

Silver bristled; she bit down on her tongue to silence the reproach on it. Gently, she closed the door and went on to join him in the living room, where she found him busy prowling around and scrutinizing her decorations.

“Nice place.” He muttered.

“Thanks?" She responded and he chuckled.

“I expected something more exquisite given that you were my father's mistress." He added with a shrug, still pacing the room. Silver face reddened. She grit her teeth to keep from retorting.

He's goading her, there's no point falling for it.

Burke found it hard to keep still, knowing that he was alone in the house with her. Despite his hot and burning anger towards Silver, there was another thing raging inside him for her. And he was scared it would take over him if he kept still.

This wasn't why he was here.

"What are you doing here?” Her voice was low and cautious. But her tone irritated him. She wasn't the victim here. Wheeling around, Burke's eyes landed on her and he immediately regretted it.

He noticed the silk nightgown she had on first, it was the color of champagne; and damn it, it clung so tightly to her curves in a way that dared Burke to rip it apart.

It didn't help that the sash hung loosely, revealing just enough of her collarbone to make him remember the way it used to feel under his lips. Her dark curly hair spilled down her back in lazy waves, slightly mussed.

Burke’s chest tightened. The sight sparked something primal and unwanted in him—a painful reminder of a time when he didn’t look at her with suspicion or derision.

Burke wanted her.

He wanted to tug at the sash, he wanted to kiss her from her collarbone up to her neck, and maybe cup her breasts too and play with her nipples until she begged him to kiss them. Heat pooled low in his body, a reaction he hated himself for.

Cursing under his breath, he tore his eyes away from her and focused on the mantelpiece instead, as if the carved wood could hold his attention better than she did.

"Stay away from my family." He said coldly and impatiently, wanting to leave now that he was no longer himself.

“Your family? It's not just your family anymore, Burke." Silver scoffed, riling Burke further.

“I divorced you! One would think that's good enough to keep you the fuck away." He barked, pointing a finger at her. It was all he could do not to grab her and kiss her.

Burke didn't realize he still felt this strongly for her until now. He huffed and looked away again.

She sighed and turned away from him too, breathing a little hard. More than anything she wanted to set him straight but she didn't think he would listen, he never does.

To her dismay, Silver was finding it hard to control herself around him. The only thing keeping her from ripping his suits apart was the fact that she knew her son was in a room down the hall.

Sure, it's been a while since she was alone in a room with him, but she thought her feelings for him had died, especially after everything he'd put her through. But she was wrong; her passion for him still burned just as fiercely, maybe even more erratically, because of their time apart.

He was her first and last. It may be time to change that.

“You need to leave,” Silver murmured in resignation. She was done with the conversation.

“Yeah, after you promised to stay the fuck away from my family,” Burke stated, glaring at her.

His fury fanned the flame of her anger.

"And if I don't?" Silver retorted, angling towards him.

Burke, not one to back down from a challenge, closed the space between them.

“I'll ruin you, Silver.” He whispered with menace, gripping her jaw. Silver froze. The contact, although vicious, chilled her from the outside, sending goose pimples over her exposed skin. But on the inside? She was on fire. Her nipples puckered.

If Burke noticed, he didn't say anything. He continued his speech, now bending close enough that their lips were only inches apart, but still Silver didn't move. She couldn't.

“I'll make you wish you'd never crossed paths with me.”

The threat was supposed to turn her off, make her disgusted even; instead, Silver moaned. Appalled by her action, she tried to jerk away from him, but Burke was faster than her.

He took a palm to her waist, dragged her closer to him and then closed his lips over hers.

Silver wanted to slap him, yell at him even for kissing her without her permission, but she didn't do any of those things. For a minute, she surrendered herself to a passion that had always ruled over her instincts and senses.

Burke has always been her weakness, she was weak and he trampled all over her until Silver grew a backbone. But now with just a kiss, Silver feared she would succumb again.