At the same time, in the penthouse...
Silo stood outside and nodded to himself. Pulling out the spare key he kept for emergencies, he unlocked the door and let himself in.
"I’ll just take a look... see if she’s been buying ropes or pills," he muttered, tiptoeing inside.
Normally, Silo wouldn’t need to sneak around her place like a thief. He could come and go freely, with or without Lola’s knowledge. She trusted him enough to give him the spare key. But today was different. He had an agenda: to make sure Lola wasn’t planning anything harmful. So, he moved quietly, like a burglar.
"I’ll just..." Silo trailed off as he reached the receiving area. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a figure. Slowly, he turned his head and froze. A huge man was walking out of the kitchen wearing a pink apron.
"Huh??" Silo blinked, bobbing his head up and down. "You... look familiar."
Baby looked back at him just as innocently. But before anyone could speak, another voice rang out:
"Baby, did you come back..."
Silo instinctively turned toward the sound. Descending the stairs was a tall, lean man in a casual shirt and sweatpants.
Slater stopped mid-step and stared down at him. Their eyes met. Silo’s gaze darted from Baby to Slater, then back, until it finally settled on Slater.
"Ba... by?" Slowly, Silo’s eyes widened. His mouth dropped open, and his finger trembled as he pointed. "You... you—you!"
Wasn’t this Slater?! Slater Bennet?!
Silo choked back a gasp.
"Is this... her secret?" he whispered to himself. "She... she’s... dating a superstar?"
*****
Silo sat frozen in the living room, caught between Slater and the enormous man. He didn’t know which to focus on first: the giant or the fact that Lola had somehow snagged Slater.
Slater, however, narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Arms crossed, one leg casually draped over the other, he swung it back and forth.
"Hmmm..." he hummed. "You—" He paused as Silo flinched. Slater arched an eyebrow. "How did you get in here, huh?"
"How did I—" Silo stopped, struggling to process the question. "I have... a key—"
"Should I call the police first for this burglary?" Slater interrupted, rubbing his chin. "Or should I report this to management?"
He frowned. "How could this place be called exclusive if they just let anyone inside?"
"What?" Silo blurted. "Burglary?!"
"Why? You’re caught red-handed. You should be grateful I’m interrogating you first instead of calling the cops." Slater’s frown deepened. "What are you doing here? Or rather, who sent you?"
Baby opened his mouth, but stopped as Slater raised a hand.
"It’s alright," Slater said. "I want to hear it from this thief."
"I’m not a thief!" Silo gasped. "I’m just here to check on Lola!"
"Hah! Really? Why are you checking on her?"
"What?"
"As far as I know, there’s no reason for someone like you to check on her. Also, I’ve never seen you before."
Silo’s face twisted in disbelief. First, he couldn’t believe Slater was here. Second, why was this guy acting as if he owned the place—or, worse, Lola?!
Are they really seeing each other secretly? he wondered, his face souring. But if they were, how could she not tell me?!
"So, confess," Slater pressed. "If you tell me who sent you, I might reconsider what to do with you. Don’t fight it. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and make sure you rot in hell."
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