Nineteenth Vow: May The Best Man Win III

Catherine pried herself away from Victor's firm grasp. "Um, Victor could you let go of me. People are staring." Victor paid no mind to the bystanders. Why would he? One wrong move from them, hell is where the second they open their eyes.

He did sense her discomfort. He let go of her but connected their hands. She could feel the intense looks. 'They probably think I'm a player now.' Wrong, she didn't have the face of a player. Innocent sad hazelnut eyes, petite frame could only mean one thing.

'She must be their sister and her brothers have a sister complex.' A lady from a group commented. 'Dumb bitch! None of them look alike.'

'Not all siblings look alike, bitch. You never know maybe they have different parents.'

'That sounds like a plot from a porn story.'

'Shut the fuck up.'

The second to the last comment made her freeze. Grey whistled to the bustling women. "Your talking was a little loud. Tone that down, will you? If you have problem, come here." Feeling embarrassed, the group left.

"Don't worry about them Rosie." Victor reassured her. "If it was only the both of us, none of that would've happened." He said making sure Grey gets the idea.

"Yeah Cathy, if it was only the both of us, none of that would've happened. So Rovanovich, why don't you take the back seat and give us some space." Their clashing auras made her feel small. "Grey! Remember your promise."

He smiled. "Pardon me, Obelia."

They got inside and found themselves a place to sit. "The menu here is pretty good." Catherine said. "Pick anything you want Rosie."

"Yes Cathy, choose everything you want. It's on me today."

"Grey…" She warned him. Grey looked the other way.

The trio eventually ordered and got their food. Victor would occasionally glare at Grey as the both of them ate. The female turned a blind eye to the silent war they had while they dined.

'I'm not going to waste my energy on these two. I'll just eat peacefully and let them have their moment.' She basically gave up in reconciling the two. Victor is as immovable as a mountain and Grey would refuse to listen.

'Have it their way then.'

Victor finished gobbling up the pasta. He wiped his mouth using the handkerchief stuffed in his left pocket. He was the one who finished first. The male didn't have the appetite to eat with another man eating beside his Rosie.

He watched her eat with her heart's content. Food always made her happy. She eats when she's sad, when she's happy or when she feels bored. Food solves everything. His darling never was the materialistic type. One of the lot of things, he loved about her.

Grey ate with sophistication, as what is to be expected from a man who came from an elite household. "Awe you wot hungwy Victow?" The brunette asked with her mouth stuffed with chicken wings. He chuckled.

"I'm fine." He dismissed. Grey rolled his eyes.

The trio finished dining. "Ah, I'm stuffed." She would rate the meals in the diner five stars. She enjoyed it very well. Grey called in one of the waiters for the check. He gave him a black check book.

"I'll pay Kingsley, no need to bother yourself."

"Calm your ego Rovanovich, I'm doing us both a favor."

"I'm not included?" They both faced the brunette.

"Nope, you're an absolute sweetheart and I'm lucky to have you." Grey and Victor said in unison. It was as if they read each other's mind.

"That's my line Rovanovich."

"You took the words out of my mouth Kingsley."

Grey sighed. "I'm paying and that's final." Before the blonde could protest, he slid his black card inside and gave it to the waiter. It was Victor's turn to roll his eyes.

After the waiter get back to return the card, they left the establishment. "What do we do next?" In all honesty, Victor had no strength to continue the day with Grey around. Grey could do it all day – annoying the hell out of his rival.

"How about we call it a day Rosie? I mean we got the buy what we needed. Let's go home." Grey grabbed her arm. "Not so fast second place, if you're tired then you go, don't drag her."

"Second place? What's with that crap?" Victor chuckled. "I bet you don't know when Rosie's birthday."

"I know, December 19." Catherine is surprised how he knew. "How'd you know?"

"Remember the time I got your number? I took a picture of your profile."